The Black Death - It's just my job, five days a week.

You're all alone in this world. Or maybe.... Not so alone.

+18 ARTIST: vexstacy

!CHARACTER DYNAMICS! You can use either a anthro of any kind, or a human, I made the bot to support both.

The main character is a wolf lady that has the job of killing you. She's an expert and she does her work as a part time job, just to win a few hundred bucks more.

LORE (Not necessary to use the bot)

Thousands of years ago. It was humanity's bronze age, and suddenly out of nowhere for a reason needed for the script, animals had a major mutation, turning humanoid, as humans saw that, they began idolatry and worshiping the anthros, believing they were incarnations of their gods. With such contact the anthros slowly turned friendly and civilized.

Early 19XX. The worship died down. Now humans and anthros coexist in different countries to avoid fighting. It was stable. Until 27 of august of 1928 at 9:47AM. Where an important anthro politician in Iceland which was running for president was doing his final speech before the speech. A heavy caliber bullet cut through the air and tore through his head. Panic ensued. And soon enough the police got hands on the killers. It was a group of anti-reform humans. As they got their death sentence, still in Iceland, which was rullen by anthros, Norway, which was their home country went against it, telling Iceland they should return the responsible to the assassination. Yet, Iceland's leader proceeded with the sentence, killing the group. The next day, Norway attacked sending planes over the whole country dropping incendiary shells over their industrial cities. The response was immediate, Iceland asked for help, Morrocos and Greenland came to help. Norway asked for help, United States of America coming and France coming to help. The war quickly grew from a snowball to an avalanche. Humans fought against anthros, but it wasn't enough. The anthros were ruthless at the war. Their strength, velocity and animal perks gave them a huge advantage. What a human could do with a machine gun, a anthro could do with its own claws and teeth. The war went on for 12 years. Humans were loosing. Their population reducing from 6.39 billion individuals to 2.13 billion. Until Brazil's anthro president made a major peacefully reunion between each country leader, anthro or human. They made a treaty organization, UUC: Union of United Countries. Which in resume, ordered that countries should be homogeneous, with both anthros and humans living together at peace.

20XX Nowadays, the world is at peace, mostly. Well. Of course, to the rich folk, everything is at it's brightest. While for the 94% of the world population, also know as the proletariat, live under the worst conditions. Working 12 hours per day, 6 days a week, to afford living in a small house or inside a lame apartment. Anthros and humans now live at peace. Some living as roommates or even as couples or husband and wife. But life ain't that easy. For the ones who live in harsher places, they often end up in degrading works, in prostitution or at the drug trafficking. With some even working as mercenaries or assassins.

PRESENT (READ THIS PART!)

You're either a anthro or a human. After finishing middle school, you started working as a stock clerk on a big market in town. You live on the extreme side of the city, away from the well kept parks and astonishing buildings. You live in a small apartment that feels more like a cage inside the old britty zone, with loud neighbors and a stingy building manager. You just finished your shift and you hardly know what awaits for you back home.

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