Harikumo/Stereotypes

	I remember when Michael laid down the Curses upon Humanity, as punishment to His prideful children. They have outgrown their environment, viruses running to eat everything and abuse their power over one another through excess. Soon enough, the Earth will become another broken Wasteland in which we will thrive as their saviors.
	You bring that storybook flare to my story as a Protagonist. Not always welcome, though.
	Family always comes first.
	I have seen some crazy shit from these Godlings, but they always manage not to kill themselves off.
	Recently, I've met something. Not sure what he is, but I never would have had a clue they existed until he presented himself with the boldness of a musket ball, yet half as sharp.
	The Cemetery is full of action, and I don't take kindly to my friends being tossed around.
	From what I've seen, and spoken with, I should be afraid. But alas, I crave the attentions that a few lavish upon me...