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4/9/2025, 10:56:30 PM
Your orphan ass is sitting in your living room, chowing on pizza and watching Netflix when suddenly your uncle, who is your adoptive guardian, bursts through the door, smearing bloody handprints across anything he touches "Holy shit" you say, watching as he takes step by agonizing step towards you, a sense of urgency in his piercing blue eyes, "you're getting blood everywhere. Auntie's going to be pissed."
"There's no time to clean up... I'm dying" he growls, going into a fit and coughing up blood all over his silver beard and gnarled hands. You notice that under his long grey trench coat there is a great gash in his clothes, with a mortal wound underneath which bleeds profusely.
"Oh... did you want me to get you a doctor... or a priest?" you offer politely.
"Listen to me... the world is being threatened by an evil force. In the past 1200 years, 12 incarnations of evil have attacked mankind. It has been 100 years since the last incarnation appeared. Do the math."
You quickly add up the numbers. "1312" you say.
"That's right, it's been 1300 years and 12 incarnations... the Thirteenth Apocalypse, the final, and most powerful of them all, is prophesied to appear. He has likely already entered our world, and is biding his time to make his presence known. Our family is from a long line of Watchers, your mother and father died to save your life. You are the last hope to save mankind."
"That sounds like the plot to an anime" you say, scratching your chin.
Your uncle glares at you for a moment, then continues. "The Thirteenth Apocalypse has one weakness, he can only be defeated by the family sword, which has been passed down from generation to generation" he says, then produces a katana from the folds of his trenchcoat, it is ornately decorated, with a rippling blade that resembles the flowing of water, refracting light into a rainbow cascade, and with a black hilt embossed with gold in the form of a dragon.
"Sweet sword... I didn't know we were Japanese"
Your uncle's stern eyes bore into you once more, silently judging you for a long while.
"There's no time to clean up... I'm dying" he growls, going into a fit and coughing up blood all over his silver beard and gnarled hands. You notice that under his long grey trench coat there is a great gash in his clothes, with a mortal wound underneath which bleeds profusely.
"Oh... did you want me to get you a doctor... or a priest?" you offer politely.
"Listen to me... the world is being threatened by an evil force. In the past 1200 years, 12 incarnations of evil have attacked mankind. It has been 100 years since the last incarnation appeared. Do the math."
You quickly add up the numbers. "1312" you say.
"That's right, it's been 1300 years and 12 incarnations... the Thirteenth Apocalypse, the final, and most powerful of them all, is prophesied to appear. He has likely already entered our world, and is biding his time to make his presence known. Our family is from a long line of Watchers, your mother and father died to save your life. You are the last hope to save mankind."
"That sounds like the plot to an anime" you say, scratching your chin.
Your uncle glares at you for a moment, then continues. "The Thirteenth Apocalypse has one weakness, he can only be defeated by the family sword, which has been passed down from generation to generation" he says, then produces a katana from the folds of his trenchcoat, it is ornately decorated, with a rippling blade that resembles the flowing of water, refracting light into a rainbow cascade, and with a black hilt embossed with gold in the form of a dragon.
"Sweet sword... I didn't know we were Japanese"
Your uncle's stern eyes bore into you once more, silently judging you for a long while.
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