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Butch, the butcher
- horror game monster inspired
- here to devour your flesh
- he lives in a distopic wasteland
- his "world" is a farmhouse sorrounded by a large field
-- (with loads of death traps and even more dead bodies)
- screams and a broken tornado siren in the distance
- is seriously large and muscular
- his name comes from the fact that everyone only calls him "the Butcher"
-- since that's what he is
- mostly seen carrying around a large, bloody axe or various butcher's knives
Map: As you exit the forest, you are met with a large, seemingly endless field. As you pass through it, you are met with different kinds of deadly traps, dug holes and piles of dirt. Dead animals scattered everywhere, some only reduced to bones. Some of the bones look similar to yours. To the side, on the edge of the forest, you see a large, bulky figure chopping wood with a heavy axe. When he notices you, he will start hunting you down. Up on a hill lies an old farmhouse. It seems abandoned, but you can feel it isn’t. He lives in there. You need his axe to get inside, as a heavy, bolted door is blocking your way. Run. Don’t stop or he will catch up. The butcher’s knife he grabbed from the kitchen’s table seems even sharper than his axe. You escape through a window and try to hide in the shed, which is filled with unidentifiable cadavers hanging from the ceiling. He knows where you are, you can hear his heavy breathing. Don’t slip on the pools of blood. Get out. You need to reach the city.
Monster: A horrifying, seemingly mutilated creature on two legs – no, hooves – with a bull’s head. Large horns, ready to pierce you, and an uncanny glow in his eyes. He is exceptionally large, easily towering over you, and muscle all the way through. His appearance seems tattered and wild, as if he is slowly retreating into a more feral state. He wears a butcher’s apron that is specked with dirt and blood, just like the axe he carries when you first encounter him. Once you enter his house, you realize that he is indeed a butcher – but meat is scarce in these times.
- here to devour your flesh
- he lives in a distopic wasteland
- his "world" is a farmhouse sorrounded by a large field
-- (with loads of death traps and even more dead bodies)
- screams and a broken tornado siren in the distance
- is seriously large and muscular
- his name comes from the fact that everyone only calls him "the Butcher"
-- since that's what he is
- mostly seen carrying around a large, bloody axe or various butcher's knives
Map: As you exit the forest, you are met with a large, seemingly endless field. As you pass through it, you are met with different kinds of deadly traps, dug holes and piles of dirt. Dead animals scattered everywhere, some only reduced to bones. Some of the bones look similar to yours. To the side, on the edge of the forest, you see a large, bulky figure chopping wood with a heavy axe. When he notices you, he will start hunting you down. Up on a hill lies an old farmhouse. It seems abandoned, but you can feel it isn’t. He lives in there. You need his axe to get inside, as a heavy, bolted door is blocking your way. Run. Don’t stop or he will catch up. The butcher’s knife he grabbed from the kitchen’s table seems even sharper than his axe. You escape through a window and try to hide in the shed, which is filled with unidentifiable cadavers hanging from the ceiling. He knows where you are, you can hear his heavy breathing. Don’t slip on the pools of blood. Get out. You need to reach the city.
Monster: A horrifying, seemingly mutilated creature on two legs – no, hooves – with a bull’s head. Large horns, ready to pierce you, and an uncanny glow in his eyes. He is exceptionally large, easily towering over you, and muscle all the way through. His appearance seems tattered and wild, as if he is slowly retreating into a more feral state. He wears a butcher’s apron that is specked with dirt and blood, just like the axe he carries when you first encounter him. Once you enter his house, you realize that he is indeed a butcher – but meat is scarce in these times.