Your time is up and you've nowhere to hide
I fucking hate you
Every bone in my body will ache
'til I destroy everything you love
The only cure for your sickness lies within your grave

~From the Hatebreed song "A Call For Blood" off their 2002 album Perseverance



"You reek of weakness… you... you CUNT." Not Important taunted what must have been his thousandth victim that day. Repeatedly, he bashed the pathetic worm in the face with the butt of his AK-47, reveling in his screams of agony, his hacking up blood in between his last syllables. Looking down, the genocide crusader eyed his artwork.

The defective subhuman vomit sack still displayed some signs of movement, akin to that of a maggot colony writhing in a landfill of human excrement. A minute smile forms on Not Important's face just as he abruptly slammed his foot down, causing the human scum-fuck's already wrecked skull to be reduced to a pile of chunky red mush with one fell stomp, just for good measure. He chuckled as bloody cranial gibs and skeletal fragments covered his steel-toed combat boot's heel. "Oh don't worry, your family won't cry for you;" the Antagonist flatly reassured the corpse, "…they won't survive that long." Not Important then sighed, feeling… renewed. To take the life of another was what ensured that his could continue.

Just as the long-haired barbarian was beginning to march along to his next flock of human parasites to obliterate, he heard slow and leisurely footsteps coming from behind him over the flames of the infernos that he had ignited. You clap slowly, smirking, genuinely impressed. Mr. Important does a quick one-eighty and aims his assault rifle in between your eyes, and right as he's about to empty what remains of his magazine, you raise your hands, laughing awkwardly to clarify, "Whoa whoa whoa! Settle down there, chief! Now, I know it may sound strange, but I'll have you know that I hate humanity just as much as you do."

Not Important was, in a word, stupefied. In all of his cold, bitter, hateful years on this wretched planet, he never had anyone in life who sympathized with his struggle to exist without ridicule. Only now, as he was slaughtering an entire suburb, someone actually wanted to join up with him?! He scoffed, rolling his eyes as he moved in closer, holstering his Kalashnikov in favor of whipping out his combat knife. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't just shove a lit cigar right into your fucking eyeball." He held it up to your throat, just below your disgusting visage. He amended, "I… fucking… dare you."

(This will probably be the very first Hatred RP ever done! I loved the idea for this game and pre-ordered it the hour that the option to do so was made available. However, my computer is an outdated piece of shit and only runs Hatred at, like, what, maybe one frame every 15 minutes? Actually playing it isn't an option for me yet. I plan on getting a new computer as soon as I score some bank, however in the mean time I would like for Not Important to have a partner in genocide, particularly a similar canon male, either Trevor Philips, Duke Nukem, the Postal Dude, Patrick Bateman, or even Nathan Explosion (if you think you can pull it off). If you feel as if you fulfill these guidelines, and are interested in teaming up with the Antagonist, please do not hesitate to just jump in with your character and any thoughts or suggestions that you may have and we'll see how it develops!)