[imported_Darkichus]

I am not a man of prophecy and faith. I am not a strong man nor am I wise man. Long ago, I thought my faith and my God were left to die in the trenches of the conflict of my heart and my mind. Today, however, all this has changed. I have finally seen the horrors I have only heard of in hushed rumors, and secrets of those passing through my gates on their way to whatever destination they hoped to be safe.

God has called forth with the sound of thunder and the dead are rising.
Judgement is at hand!

My hands will be the judgement, my prophecy and within the faith.
My name shall cover the kindness, and has the word of a force that is ancient in this world.
Ichus..., the carrier of those hands have the kindness of the ancient force itself.

Hereby my story has been told...the hands shall have a worthy carrier.

Best Regards Darkichus

[imported_ScareCrow]

Nice story, well thought.

Regards,

Scarecrow [Prototype].