Bishop Bill Brooks
- Gender: Male
- Place of Birth: Unknown
- Height: 5'10
- Hair: White, thinning
- Eyes: Hazel
GENESIS
"How can it be" some may ask, "that a man of the cloth keeps with such company as the Philosophe Knights?" Ideologically, shouldn't the two be beasts of polar colors? A great deal changes, my friends. 4 years of rotting in this cesspool we call "life". I die, and in my death I dream. I am something else. A Beast? A Man? A Monster? A God? The title makes no difference. We've all felt it. Upon death, we do not die. We do not feel the beautiful release of the flesh. Instead we change.
And to what end!? We simply revert. We awaken from our dream, and once more we are whole. What kind of life is this? What kind of God forsakes his creations to such madness?! Is this hell? Is this a perversion of heaven?
No. This is Reality. Nothing more and nothing less! I have dedicated my life to adhering to the scripture, and the results...well, you see before you. I am a Bishop in name only. I will not cast aside my clerical garments; they remind me of what I once was. So what then? What of the broken man? The man who lost faith? Shall he simply wander aimlessly through the wastelands? Shall he succumb to the feral temptations of this new reality?
A resounding NO! He shall find purpose. He shall find meaning. He shall find...enlightenment.
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