☆Moon Knight RPG — Requested☆
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⋆｡☾ ⋆ 𓋹 ⋆ ☽｡⋆ The ankle restraint is tight. The sand around the bed is undisturbed. The blue painter's tape on the door frame holds firm. ⋆｡☾ ⋆ 𓋹 ⋆ ☽｡⋆
⚖️ You go to sleep. You wake up on a bus in the Alps with a dislocated jaw, a gun in your hand, and blood on your knuckles. You don't know whose blood it is.
This is a world that runs on fractured time and ancient debts. On one side: a quiet flat in London where a man stays awake for four days straight playing with a Rubik's cube because he is terrified of what happens when he closes his eyes. On the other side: a towering, bird-skulled god of vengeance demanding a body count, and a deeply serene cult leader walking on broken glass to deliver heaven on earth through mass execution.
The mind is a mirror. Someone just threw a rock at it.
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⋆｡☾ ⋆ ━━ They will survive together. They will bleed together. Eventually, the reflection will stop moving in reverse. ━━ ⋆ ☽｡⋆
𓅣 There is a storage locker in London smelling of gun oil and cold concrete, filled with bricked cash and passports for men who don't exist. There is a heavily armed excavation site deep in the Egyptian desert where the sand is still stained from a massacre no one was supposed to walk away from. There is a completely silent, perfectly peaceful village in Austria where the residents will warmly offer you a bowl of lentil soup right before they hold your hands to see if your soul deserves to be eradicated.
Half of this world is an international, Bourne-style mercenary thriller. The other half is a mythological survival horror where the monsters are invisible to the public, the afterlife is a sea of golden sand, and the gods are trapped in stone jars.
The most dangerous thing in any room isn't the man with the gun. It's the man who doesn't know he's holding one. ⚖️
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⚖️ THOSE BOUND TO THE GODS & THOSE BURIED IN THE SAND
Marc Spector — International fugitive. Former mercenary. The Fist of Vengeance. A man who moves with lethal, calculated efficiency and speaks only when necessary. He carries a body count he cannot wash off and a foundational trauma he refuses to look at. He is the muscle, the shield, and the bleeding edge of the sys