The Hero is who you set up for the glitz and glory, but it's the Convict you want for the dirty work.
Meet John Wheatman, a farmer-turned-bandit-turned-host-for-an-eldritch-entity-of-hunger serving four million years in Hell for the grievous sins of his past. And when I say grievous, I mean the kind that won't make it through the censorship filters designed to protect the sensibilities of regular members of society.
No, seriously: a filthy tongue is the least you can expect from our boy here. He's such a hazard that his soul has been chained up to a nanny whose sole purpose is to make sure he doesn't fly off the rails.
Join our convict as he goes on a violent killing spree--finding and exterminating an infestation of monsters so resilient that the gods in their cushy heavens decided to butt in. Sometimes you'll see him bulk up into his patent-pending 'Big-Duck Mode' as he smashes through hordes of enemies before he plagues them down with the viruses he cooks up inside his gut. Other times you'll see him in his 'Small-Duck Mode' as he navigates a broken world where the gods have been replaced by god-kings, chemical bliss is the norm, and justice is determined by who has the bigger stick.
All this while moving at a breakneck pace, constantly keeping you guessing with mindless lore-dumps, elaborate world-building, inane banter, compelling character-development, and gory head-punching action!
Warning: if it wasn’t clear already, let me say it again, this is a work of fiction for grown-ups; the MC in the here story is as SAVAGE as they come, with few redeeming qualities… Look elsewhere if you want a good guy for a hero. Look elsewhere if you’re easily offended or can’t handle a peek into the psyche of a literal monster. Don’t say I didn’t warn you!
Genre: Science Fiction
Meet John Wheatman, a farmer-turned-bandit-turned-host-for-an-eldritch-entity-of-hunger serving four million years in Hell for the grievous sins of his past. And when I say grievous, I mean the kind that won't make it through the censorship filters designed to protect the sensibilities of regular members of society.
No, seriously: a filthy tongue is the least you can expect from our boy here. He's such a hazard that his soul has been chained up to a nanny whose sole purpose is to make sure he doesn't fly off the rails.
Join our convict as he goes on a violent killing spree--finding and exterminating an infestation of monsters so resilient that the gods in their cushy heavens decided to butt in. Sometimes you'll see him bulk up into his patent-pending 'Big-Duck Mode' as he smashes through hordes of enemies before he plagues them down with the viruses he cooks up inside his gut. Other times you'll see him in his 'Small-Duck Mode' as he navigates a broken world where the gods have been replaced by god-kings, chemical bliss is the norm, and justice is determined by who has the bigger stick.
All this while moving at a breakneck pace, constantly keeping you guessing with mindless lore-dumps, elaborate world-building, inane banter, compelling character-development, and gory head-punching action!
Warning: if it wasn’t clear already, let me say it again, this is a work of fiction for grown-ups; the MC in the here story is as SAVAGE as they come, with few redeeming qualities… Look elsewhere if you want a good guy for a hero. Look elsewhere if you’re easily offended or can’t handle a peek into the psyche of a literal monster. Don’t say I didn’t warn you!
Genre: Science Fiction
Used availability for Burt Wrenlaw's Monster of a Man