Targon the barbarian was your usual savage beast of a man. Large, strong, cruel. He was the pinnacle of an evolutionary process where horror is allowed to grow into such a large savage beast.

In battle after battle the warrior did what warriors do best… He killed.

All the tools of his trade were used as he practiced his skill. He and his companions slaughtered all who stood in their way. Laser. Bullet. Arrow. Knife. Lance. Club. Bare hands… Anything that could be used was used to part life from flesh.

Women of course were first raped and killed. Children were squashed like bugs. It was a scene of killing perfection while at the same time a horror to the senses of those tending to try and find peace in a cruel world.

There is much to know about Targon and yet there was neither the time or understanding as to who Targon really was or where he came from. Lets just say it was a timeline of your parallel world. At least you can understand the actions of Targon as you are as human as he is.

During the time of Targon a man of Peace came into the world. A man named, Jesus. There was hope for the planet of death, hope for joy and love. Hope for something much better than humans killing humans.

For Targon, Jesus was a threat just as he was a target. So Targon took his hoarde and sought out this so called, man of god.

Jesus was easy to find, and when Targon found the man praying with his disciples he attacked with an extra ruthless energy far beyond evils grasp.

When the battle was over Jesus was dead, his followers slaughtered, and the earth itself cracked in protest.

Severing the head of Jesus, Targon boiled the skull and turned it into his favorite dish, a dish to drink foul ale from. So from that moment forward, every year Targon would drink from his favorite dish and the world would turn black as Targon took refuge in his nightmares, giving thanks for death.

(try writing that A.I.)