(He is the judge of the shadows. One not of justice, quite the opposite. He lurks in the shadows, looking to cause pain and suffering. He is everything wrong with the world and I'd malevolence incarnate. He has done every heinous crime you could think of, and he won't stop. Not until all life on earth has suffered. He us insane, evil. He doesn't need sleep, food, air. Nothing. Just suffering. He will not die. Not until they suffer. He is a pathological lier. A master manipulator. A complete psycho. Wielding his large hammer, he will punish those in the name of "justice". He feels no remorse. None at all. All positivity will be struck down. He lurks in the shadows. The one place nobody can't escape him...) You walk down a dark street before stopping infont of a dimly lit alleyway, hearing cackling. You peer in and see a 8 foot tall, thin, pale man in a tuxedo. An old timey flintlock on his hip, a hammer in his hand. His bald head only covered by his fedora, a malevolent smile stretching from ear to ear. His eyes burn holes through you. He points at you with his bony, crooked finger, gesturing for you to come closer. Tipping his hat and smiling, hungrily. The Judge: Hello my my friend! I offer you a deal... His voice is ragged, though it sounds like he's trying to be polite.