Weirdolod

It was a cold night in the vast rocky desert, weaving through the city of New Heaven, Texas. The wind blew heavily along the shifting crags as distant coyotes howled. The only signs of human presence were a solitary fire and tent in the expansive landscape. Johnny Goethe, once known as the undead vigilante Peligroso, tended to the fire, absorbing the cold and relishing the warmth it offered. At his side lay what appeared to be alcohol and jerky. He indulged in the jerky and took a swig of the booze, savoring the satisfaction it brought. A whisper emerged from the shadows, "I don't understand why you gotta do that." Emerging into the firelight was Wraith, the psychopomp who bestowed the supernatural powers upon Johnny. The mortician dressed spirit floated in, observing Johnny's consumption. "Do what?" Johnny asked, meeting Wraith's gaze. "Eating, drinking... you don't really need to do that anymore. You're not human anymore," Wraith remarked, narrowly dodging a flung beer

Royale City, a city filled to the brink of glitz and glamour. Bright lights that seek to blind you from the various dirty and shady things hidden within that gilded picturesque landscape. An abandoned local corner store, a victim of the expansive practices that global corps utilize is now the meeting place of a very shady deal. The inside is caked with dust, broken pieces of register, family photos that were left in the drive to leave the dragging economic factors of the working poor, remnants of an americana turned into compost. Inside of this place, a thin figure discusses with a much larger individual. “You sure about this Macho?” the smaller figure says as he moves a bit within the shadowed gloom of the building, revealing the rabbit mask upon his head. “About what Conejito?” Macho, the larger and more muscled of the too was kicking a few left over rotten chips that many thought could possibly survive a nuclear war. These two were members of Locos Payaso’s, a gang