So why is he old? Why is he strong?  They're  defining things. Â
Why is he old and hard to kill? Hammer's tough because of the stuff he's been through. Â He's old because he survived the things that scarred him and shaped his world.. Â It's shaped how he views things, he presses that need to survive into everyone he comes across. Â Challenges stagnant things because he either wants to see people break the mold or break themselves against it. Â Â He wears his own scars proudly. Â They're proof he survived things that were terrible, even if he brought them on himself.
Why's he strong physically? Why no magic? Why be a massive bulk of meat? Â Because it's the tool he chose to make weapons with. Â Sure, he's long since finished his own usefulness as a weapon, but he's still sharp, still dangerous, and it's always obvious that lifetime of being dangerous is still there, just under the ugly words and uglier face.
Why does he enjoy fucking with people?
He leverages his (relatively speaking) long life against other people. Â He's an old monster who's become a craftsman who makes weapons. Â He still makes them, it's his life.
Sometimes those weapons are steel.
Sometimes those weapons are people.
Sometimes they break.
Sometimes they're sharp and sleek.
Sometimes their loud and explosive, sometimes their blunt.
He's always happy when they go marching off.
He rarely worries about what comes next, much like any weapons manufacturer.
Why is he old and hard to kill? Hammer's tough because of the stuff he's been through. Â He's old because he survived the things that scarred him and shaped his world.. Â It's shaped how he views things, he presses that need to survive into everyone he comes across. Â Challenges stagnant things because he either wants to see people break the mold or break themselves against it. Â Â He wears his own scars proudly. Â They're proof he survived things that were terrible, even if he brought them on himself.
Why's he strong physically? Why no magic? Why be a massive bulk of meat? Â Because it's the tool he chose to make weapons with. Â Sure, he's long since finished his own usefulness as a weapon, but he's still sharp, still dangerous, and it's always obvious that lifetime of being dangerous is still there, just under the ugly words and uglier face.
Why does he enjoy fucking with people?
He leverages his (relatively speaking) long life against other people. Â He's an old monster who's become a craftsman who makes weapons. Â He still makes them, it's his life.
Sometimes those weapons are steel.
Sometimes those weapons are people.
Sometimes they break.
Sometimes they're sharp and sleek.
Sometimes their loud and explosive, sometimes their blunt.
He's always happy when they go marching off.
He rarely worries about what comes next, much like any weapons manufacturer.
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