The Runt


Gender: Male

Kit: Normal

Location: Khazan


Alignment: Villain

Team: Solo Villain


Strength: standard (rank 1)

Agility: standard (rank 1)

Mind: standard (rank 1)

Body: standard (rank 1)

Spirit: (rank )

Charisma: (rank )


Infamy Points: 0

Personal Wins: 0

Personal Losses: 3

Team Wins: 0

Team Losses: 0

Tourney Wins: 0

Tourney Losses: 0


Status: Active


At the very start,

There was an old tart,

Who let out a fart.

But it was no gas.

The promiscuous lass

was pregnant, alas.

Out popped a child,

disgusting and wild.

His mother just smiled.

He was her beauty,

suckling her goatee,

as she sold her booty.

It was worse than we feared,

The baby looked so weird.

Clear of it, we steered.

An abortion that never was.

Drool dripping from his jaws.

We hated him, just cause.

So begins the story of this runt.

Born from a whore's farty grunt,

as he popped out of her c*nt.


He grew up a freak.

His voice was but a shriek.

What a damn pipsqueak.

He cried all the time.

Scraping like grime.

His breath, rotting lime.

Like those disgusting ghouls,

He dug his arse in swimming pools,

Using his fingers as his tools.

An unpleasant bum,

He smelt like eggs in rum.

We truly hated that scum.



     Iron Will: standard (rank 1)


But he couldn’t be arsed.

That he was an outcast

Because of his past.

Cheerfully, he carried on.

Even when we were all gone.

Smiling from dusk till dawn.

That was when we decided

That his mirth was too misguided

And he must further be derided.

We asked a hired gun

To go have some fun

We had to end this one.



     Psychic Vampire: superior (rank 2)


The assassin was one of the best.

Hire him, and he does the rest.

A bullet would ring through the runt’s chest.

But the sight of this ugly boy

With his ill-deserved sense of joy

Destroyed our neat little ploy.

The killer was so full of disgust

Collapsing to the ground like dust

Into his chest, his own knife thrust.

The boy went on without a clue

As the killer’s corpse turned blue.

Without a worry, the runt flew.



     Bio Vampire: superior (rank 2)


He had vanquished the great killer

The man who we counted on as a pillar

But our story grows even chiller

The death seemed to greatly instill

In the boy, a sense of joy deeper still

Did he perhaps know of his little kill?

His smiles turned to a big laugh.

We spied on this disgusting pig calf

As he bounced up like a graph.

He touched the corpse that he found

Lying motionless, stinky on the ground

And danced about it, round and round.



     Berserker: superior (rank 2)


His laughing reached such a craze

The fat runt was clearly in a daze

We saw glee on his wretched face.

So ends the tale of this revolting kid.

Goodbye to him, we needed to bid.

As he danced, and splashed and skid.

But of our plans, was he aware?

I asked my son but he could only stare.

For the runt had fixed upon us a glare.

This song might save you, dear friend.

Our own fates, we could never mend.

As the laughing runt led us to our end.