good cannot exist without evil in the world. and where something is there will always be.
the universes connected by a single strand of blood. my blood...it branches off into several different directions...a few set in the past and some in the future...
one set in the past follows the path of
Sawtooth sane. captain of the afterlife. a man o'war ship with 12 side cannons on port and starboard as well as two swivels and chase cannons
when hes not stealing from those unlucky enough to travel into his seas he fancies the pubs of the castaway islands and honing his ivory sword skills he calls the shark tooth, its blade has slain many bounty hunters who think their man enough to fight that adventurer and he's always looking for a new navigator/first mate/ enforcer guy
"DRAG THEM TO THEIR DOOM!"
the next reality is in the old west, the law of the wasteland, if your blood stains the sand you were guilty of something~
victor smiles is a great example of this. hes only seen the inside of a local sheriff cell twice and both times he's had his gang break him out~
an outlaw in the deserts of coyote canyon he rides a horse he's named Evelyn a beautiful tan horse with a white muzzle, practically his partner in crime shes his getaway or ride to the train he robs or the bank hes gonna make an illegal deposit from, fastest gunslinger this side of the canyon. he wears a bandanna with a big smile over it and his trademark red scarf to keep the dust outta his face when he rides, carrying a survivl knife and two S.A.A revolvers that need to be open in half to reload their 12 rounds per gun, as well as a classic repeater that carries 8 rounds.
"ALRIGHT BOYS! TAKE EM FOR EVERYTHING THEY GOT!"
finally another that is set a small section in the future
we have thomas sane. a surgeon with a black heart. praying on the technologically dependent society has gotten to the point where they want everything accessible at all times, no more phones, its a neural implant as well as bodily waste, scientists studied the russian rabbits and found they recycle their feces into nutricion....yes thats a thing... food and sleep are a privilege not a need. and as such life is full of nothing but selfies and status updates. meaning global is the new local...surgory and is usually done automatically by standalone vending machine looking bots called auto docs but thomas prefers the hand on touch...he carries a mobile emp that until activated looks like his pocket watch...he loves tinkering with things he loves his watch the most, tick...tock...tick............tock tick...he pumps you full of adrenaline so you can watch as he rips your cyber implants out as well as your organs treating it all only like an experiment...his cane doubles as a spear, its tip is used to implale victims that stand in his way...he would flip the cane and trip you back onto his cane and simply pull it out of your chest. or like i said when he puts you to the table he simply surgically murderlizes you...of course he's always looking for a new assistant
you know...if you can keep a secret and not ask dumb qustions like what is that smell? or wahts that moaning
and we all know nick there, insane in the membrain/ nickname the iceman because he usually puts you in liquid nitrogen and smashes you limb by limb...when he's not stabbing you and loving the crimson warmth you spray onto his straight jacket
"why are you recording this? WHO ARE YOU! WHERE IS MY MEAT BYCYCLE!"