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I used to help people. Not by fighting monsters in dark places, but in broad daylight. Back in the day that was acceptable. Course I was never your bright and shiny hero. I’m the Marksman after all. I shot the bad guys that deserved it. I never thought that much about religion or the hows and whys of the world. Bad does bad, I show up and put’em down. At least until bad finally won the whole thing. How does the world get that pear-shaped? This world had heroes. Men and women of forthright valor and all that. Now it’s just a place where people do stuff. I can’t even see sometimes what I keep fighting for. Would a world ruled by humans going nowhere any better than one where they die slowly from a suck on the neck?

All I know now is that my job consists of little more than hunting shadows. I’m chasing the tail of a man who may no longer exist. I’m hunting the clues to find some great big mystery that would probably mean a whole hill to a guy like 1159. But to me, I can’t seem to care about any of it. What does it matter what muck they’re hiding in their dark nether regions? Til we get our heroes back, it’s all just a big mess no matter who’s in charge. Til we can go back to really helping people move forward, the bad guys will always win.

-Marksman

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