I work for the Angels of Chicago.  Why? Do You want to disrespect it? I shall kill you if you ever go near the Angels with that attitude, do you hear me, you sorry creature that doesn't even deserve the title of Animal? Would you like to know why? Well, Mr. Low-life Insect, it is because my name is...

Xtian, the Jack of Rippers, the Storm of Tears, the associate of Angels of Chicago, the Amputator of each and every single one of your limbs if you ever, ever. Disrespect our family.

_{Glad we got that out of the way. Please, have a Terrible day, you sack of dirt.}

.. Wait a minute. You wouldn't happen to be one of my friends, would you? Terribly sorry.

I think somewhere, I'm supposed to put down a quote...

"Did you know that the truth is just a whole bunch of mashed up opinions all wrapped up in a gift box for the world to accept as a 'Fact'? For the idiots who can't find their own individual truth? If that's the case, maybe we're all idiots." -???

"Let me tell you something about myself, Sir.. I've been expecting Death... No, not even expecting... I've been waiting for Lady Death to come and kiss me. I've been LONGING for Death. So if another war comes along and kills me, tell Lady Death I want to hug her if I haven't already." -??? "And when I do hug her, I will whisper in her ear and say 'Where's the Taxi for the Underworld? I'm late for my appointment with Hades.' And I will walk away as I go back to Chicago, LA, maybe even Philly to watch the ones who loved me cry at my funeral, move on, and then introduce my old friend, Lady Death, to them. Then we can all have a Dying Party with Hades himself. Perhaps even with the Devil, Fenrir, and Izanami-no-Okami. We'll have Death by Chocolate Cake, Blood Wine, and various other treats as the loved ones and I either build our own thrones right on top of Hades's throne, or get kicked out and return back here to this world to start the cycle again. Perhaps both will happen." ???, talking to himself as he walks away.

Working for Lady AdrianaVixen

If you want to imagine what I look like, think of a White-haired Teen with Ice Blue Eyes, a Black Fedora with a Black and White Chevron Stripe, a pair of glasses, A Mask just like one in the picture, the Outfit just like in the picture and try to leave out the ears and tails.. If that's too hard to imagine, just think of the above picture.

Edit: Thanks to Midnight's torture, this guy now has a sewed up tongue and a burn mark on his cheek.

Please note that I am not really all that PP friendly. Just return the money if you can, if not... Well... You know what happens.

R.I.P. Cookie Factory.

Act 1: Good Night, Sweet Lady.

Extra Act: The Rumor

Act 2: Xtian, Storm of Tears

Act 3: The Drunk Man

Act 4: Nightmares

Act 5: Angel Servant's Maid/Butler Restaurant

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2/25/17: I arrive in New York, following what a Hobo has said, I did a few jobs for... Wait a minute. This isn't my diary!

3/5/17: Tarlo is Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead... I'll... Kill whoever killed her... Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill.... Kirukirukirukirukiru...

3/10/17: Oh my God... Everyone's... Dead... No... No, no no no no nonononono..! Everyone's dead! EVERYONE'S DEAD! I'm alone..! Alone, alone, alone, alonealonealonealonealone.. I don't wanna be alone..! I..! I..! I DON'T WANNA BE ALONE!

4/1/17: ... Secra's dead... A war is happening... I'm probably gonna die in the next few minutes... Might as well write myself a will...

Today... Death gave me her kiss... If I'm not alive then... Well... I'm sorry, Lady Vixen... I guess I'm too weak to survive bullets...

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(Anyone sponsored by me gets a free mask and a calzone.)