Kindredwolf78

I must be the most unfortunate soul in existence. I was cursed at birth, abandoned by my parents, despised by my teachers, ignored by society, and fought the local dogs for scraps only to die when their owners beat me to death. 

With my dying breath I swore vengeance... and I rose from the dead as a cursed revenant in front of my killers. I laughed in their faces. I took the curses they swore and made them my own power. I consumed it all. I became... The Curse Collector.

The Curse Collector

Curses are powered by ill will or divine might. 


Collecting curses compounds bad luck and dark fate. This poor fuck maxed out both. Then he died, with more curses thrown on top. The god of death was stunned, the goddess of fate was shocked, the lord of destiny was moved to heart break, and the three of them could abide no more. 


The god of death said, "I can not undo your death, but I can give your death meaning and make it so you never feel pain again."


The goddess of fate said, "I can not deny your fate, for I would deny my own existence, but I can twist it and make ill fate into hidden fortune."


The lord of destiny said, "I somehow missed your placement in writing the divine scroll of destiny for all living souls. So in death, you will have the power to write your own. 


However, you are not yet a god.  So you must grow into this power. We three will help you, as our duties permit. We will devise a system. Your body and spirit, though dead, will persist. Your curses, will become your strengths. And in the end, when enough curses are collected, you will become the god of grief and vindication."


And just like that, I was returned to my body, dark power animating it with yet another curse. I felt the stack of curses from my murderers, and hungered for them. I opened my mouth and sucked in their auras.  My muscles surged, my eyes bulged, and I bellowed in rage! 


- Congratulations, you have consumed a lifetime of curses and are slowly converting their divine power into something useful. Please observe your statistics panel and apply your converted power points. -


It was a voice in my head. Well, more of an alien completed thought than an auditory effect, really. But, it was there and hanging around like a persistent fly until I complied and thought of looking for some buried memory of a statistic sheet. And, another alien thought blossomed into consciousness.


[Age: 22. Gender: Male. Race: Revenant Human]


[Power Points: xxx]  [Spending Limit: xxx]


Even in death, I was cursed. Even my blessings would see me live eternally with grief. But one word I latched onto... what would it mean to have my whole existence vindicated? 


Curse Collection System