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Midnight on the east coast. All Saints day. And as the Pagan world of old yielded to the cross so to does the Hallows eve abate before the saints Pater noster, qui es in caelis, Sanctificetur Nomen Tuum; Adveniat Regnum Tuum; Fiat voluntas Tua, Sicut in caelo, et in terra. Panem nostrum cotidianum da nobis hodie; Et dimitte nobis debita nostra, Sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris; Et ne nos inducas in tentationem; Sed libera nos a Malo. Amen

"You may know the realms of Pain cleric. But even your engineer cannot grasp the full extent of the wonders and horrors I've brought to heel boy"

That's exactly why you were booted @Es_ and I run that discord and when we aren't around whoever else that has mod perks is in charge and Musu and the others with said perks told you stop being autistic with the frogs. You didn't listen. Cope posting at Fang isn't magically gonna change that.

Originally, he was a sweet old undertaker in the old west who made extra money as an inventor on the side. He got, tired of just burying the dead and wanted to figure out where their souls went and so he built himself a sort of door maker. The device let him crossover but instead of heaven. He entered something else, another universe not quite hell or heaven and when he returned he was hard, cruel and insane. Over the following century he seemed to develop his technical skills Eben more and subjugated a dimension with hyper gravity where a bunch of malevolent Dwarves worshipped him as a God. He eventually began building his drones.. He began to add to his armies, lobotomizing corpses at first extracting their brains and crushing the corpses down to midget form and using their brains as cpus for his drones. Dude graduated from that to devouring small towns, moving all across rural America falling upon the decay of our manufacturing capscoty and the dying small towns that...

He's a low end multiveral grandpa with legions of drones, some of which are the size of the Executor

You may be the King of Nightmare's Frederick But you're still a universe away from being able to reach me boy

the shootout in the freight car being such a clusterfuck makes a lot of sense when you realize lions roar so damn loud they can legitimately rupture ear drums and cause disorientation and dizziness. So you have a bunch of drunken militiamen chilling in a hot ass box with six inch thick iron bars, their vision obscured by a fire and an animal in front of them that can basically stun you with its screeching and it makes sense. A lot of the people who worked the rails were also (And still are, train guys, miners and fishermen/merchant marine guys and truckers are some of the most superstitious motherfuckers on earth.) extremely superstitious and literally thought the lions were demons. You mix all that together and its a recipe for total failure. Also y'know..The Imperial Japanese army that ran roughshod over Russia and China failed to kill a single baby eating bear. For similar reasons about 21 years after the Tsavo case. Hysteria impacts trigger discipline after all :maybe

No, the 1992 Dracula done by Coppola.

@Es_ @Atem @NostalgiaFan @Blade my man Imhotep on that thot patrol

In one of those training montages where he had to fight his evil self and his evil self just thot patrolled Suckura and proceeded to bury the entire cast before slapping the taste out of nardo for being a cuck...I was honestly rooting for the evil nardo. I mean that dude was an actual fucking jubei style protagonist.