Len's Questionnaire

I have a small cabin. It’s in Georgia. Don’t care about the town, I get my food shipped in. Don’t have to deal with the people.

I bought my cabin with money I got from killing. Working for army. Was a good way to get training.

I live there because people don’t bother me. A good place to hide. Train. Hone my skills and do research. Could be anywhere where there is a place to hide. Where there aren’t many people.

I prepare.

My house has my guns. Only the legal ones right now unfortunately.

i have traps. Things to catch animals. Things to catch people.

A basic bed and phone. Some books to hone my mind.

I did a good job with the army.

I am good at killing. I did some work afterward with some mercenaries.

Killed some people. It was a good time.

They gave me money. Laundered through … something with a trust and pension or something. Don’t care too much about the details. 

I save it, buy guns. Make traps. Books.

I wait. I plan. I prepare.

What I spend my money on doesn’t matter. I don’t need much. I just need resources for the plan.

The world is too soft. People live without fear, without war. My god calls to me. To make the world the way it should be. 

Any money I have I will use on that.

I bring glory to my God.

The wars of this world are too far from the sheltered people of this world. Too many people don’t know what it’s like to fight for their life. To be at the edge of death. The word of my god must be spread. With blood and fire. Till the heroes of this world are dead, and the world is covered in blood and fire.

I am willing to kill, and die to make this happen, and bring the glory my god demands.

Death is an inevitability. I fear it. I fear it too much. But if I could die and make the world and my death a testament to my God I would accept it.

When.

(quiet)

Do I have to talk about this?

If my God demands it, then it will be so.

I was young. Maybe 7.

People came to my house. I loved my parents. The only people I’d ever loved in my life. 

My Dad was so nice. He had a big squishy belly that I used to nap on. My Mom used to hold me so tight. 

They were soft.

The people came. It was loud. There were gunshots. They took things.

I hide. I crawled into the rafters and hide.

i didn’t look until it was over. My parents were dead. Killed. 

they were so soft. They shouldn’t have been that soft.

i was alone after that. Until the army. Until I found my God. 

The world needs people to be harder. 

My supplier: Matthew Dirk. He handles getting my explosives for me.  I met him in the army. He worked as a contractor. High up in some company. I don't give a shit. He's a pretty boy, and his eyes are dead. I like that about him. We had sex a few times. He seemed to like it. I trust that he will keep giving me the resources that I need. 

Blake. I killed people with him in the army. That's a bond that will always connect us. The glory of war and shared bloodshed. He is less fond of it than I am, but I trust him to have my back. Don't trust him with the plan of course. He's a talk strong man. Dark hair. Mixed Korean Irish ancestry.

Finally. The big one. The one who's been with me since my parent's left. Ares. My God. My glorious God. I see him in my dreams. I've made small monuments to him. He is physical, and spiritual perfection. I will bring his glory to all.

Do I have to talk about this? Please. I don't ...

Okay.

My parents were soft. They died because they were weak. People came to take their things and killed them.  And then they left me. I was all alone. People took me in.

They didn't treat me well. I was hit. I was shunned. People made my things dirty.

I hated it. I was all alone. Until Ares came to me. In a dream. He told me that the way was violence, purging the weakness of others. I didn't win. But I got moved. 

They placed me in a new home. Then, I was placed in military school. There I found guns. Order. Discipline. I learned to fight. To obey. 

It was glorious. 

And like that my life was set.

I know what I need to do. I know what my life is for. To make war. To kill and make the world stronger by bringing violence and danger. So, no one will be weak again. 

I'm afraid of becoming weak. My parents were weak. They died. The world is weak, and that weakness seeps into everything.

It leaves people unable to defend themselves. The world is so full of weakness, and if I become weak then the world with hurt me as well. 

I used to not understand why people were the way they are. Why they are so soft and weak and vulnerable. 

These contracts. Growing so that I may serve my god is making it easier to see why people are so weak. Others make them feel safe. They expect others to behave in a way that protects them. They expect that heroes will save them, and have rules that allow them to believe and feel comfortable in this delusion.

Foolish. and blasphemy to my god. 

The world needs more violence. More danger. It needs the heroes to die, so that individuals will become stronger. Strong enough to protect themselves.

I won't become weak. If I die it will be as a glorious martyr for my god, serving his will. 

I won't die for nothing. I won't die because I was unprepared, and foolish.

I won't leave a mess behind. I will die while being strong, and make others strong.

I have traps in my house, and property.

Enough to destroy most of it. Explosions, fire. It will wipe out anyone that attacks and destroy any evidence that will point to me in the process. Everything is replaceable.

Only one thing I have would hurt me to lose.

My Warmakers. Guns that make me a better killer. And that one day will spread violence and death across the world. 

The ability to create her came from my God. And I cherish that gift. I have two versions of her, but I love my first most. It is strong, reliable, and through it I can speak to my God, and kill for my God. I can carry her wherever I go, and always have what I need to kill. 

I will wage war on this world. I will make people become strong and kill those who stay weak. I will bring glory to my god. My Warmakers are how I will do this.