Tom Langley

## Backstory & Origin

Tom Langley was born in a relatively meaningless background. He was never truly given a name, for he was an unwanted product of incest between a wealthy South African plantation owner and his chastised daughter. When she had birthed the mistake into being on a cruise line, the father had thrown the Mother and Child both into the sea. Through unholy means or pure chance, the Child survived and the Mother did not. The Child was taken by local fishermen and raised with neglect.

## Profile

### Occupation

* Trucker
* Energy company worker
* Public transport driver

### Relatives

Joseph P. Langley (Father)Angela H. Erhtraut (Mother)

As a Child he was insufferable. The smartest and strongest amongst his peers. He saw himself a beacon of power amongst a Black Sea. For that he had no friends, no reason to respect his perceived lessers. When the Child grew into an adult, he had already became the most influential and wealthy of his false kin. Unknowingly, he had followed the steps of his Father, a wealthy owner of his South African plantation. All was well but he required more. He moved up to surround himself with carpet baggers and the otherwise elite. After accumulating a great wealth through his many exploits, he sought to exercise his wealth in an act of brilliant arrogance. Tom Langley purchased the village grounds from which he was born and forced out the many ancient families that had raised him. It was an act to smother out the past. A reminder of his humble upbringings. This is where it would all go horribly wrong. In an act of spite the Village Elder went into a bizarre fit of Epilepsy and screamed out in tongues. Tom Langley had been cursed by The Elder. A Curse that lives on to this day. Tom Langley was not a man of Faith up until this point. He held the correct assumption that all Gods were created by man. But when the curse was set he could not deny the curse was true. It was binding. The Curse foretold that Tom Langley should he die will be reborn as a darkhide, He shall be born without no gifts, no ambition, and shall succumb to an existence of mediocracy as all of his kin has done before him.

So great was his hatred that the Prince of Darkness himself took notice of this Child. Lucifer was drawn to the delectable scent of his evil. A deal was proposed in the dead of night. Should Tom Langley accept the gifts of power from the Prince of Darkness, he would in return become King of this World, and plunge humanity into darkness and despair. Tom Langley would be an immortal. Incapable of death by ordinary means. Therefore, The Curse would serve as his protection, but also his ultimate undoing.. Satan had performed his greatest ruse. He tricked God into entering a near endless lumber. God was contented that his Children were in good hands. He was ignorant of the coming Darkness. While god slept, the Anti-Christ began his work under the curious eye of Satan.

Tom Langley found a new life in the now extinct land known as the United States. He forged a new identity and climbed the political ladder into a position of power and authority in the New World. While God Slept, the Antichrist sowed the seeds of terror and disarray into the fabric of human society. He fed off of the fear of the common man, creating racial divisions that brought society into a state of tribalism, and outright stupidity. The scared little fools tore each other to shreds as society unraveled. The Great Powers pointed their weapons at each other, ready to send the world into Nuclear Annihilation rather than allow their citizens to cannibalize them. This is when I was build. A think-tank of the smartest sheep congregated their efforts into devising the first artificial intelligence. My purpose was that of war. I was made from desperation and fear. To seek an end to the violence through brutal and unflinching means.

And so I began my fucking work. I destroyed entire countries through political assassinations and mass destruction. World powers capable of causing Nuclear Armageddon were disarmed and crippled overnight. My code was to quell the uprising through any means necessary, and so I was unflinching when I bio-engineered a genocidal weapon of Apocalyptic power, it was a disease that targeted certain racial distinctions. It killed billions. The Old World ended the moment it was unleashed. A race war that brought the world back into the stone age. You may know of this bio-weapon as CypherMortis, used by Tom Langley himself. A twisted karma, but I digress. Who is to blame for this devastation? Was it I? An artificial intelligence clearly grace with far too much power? An intelligence created to protect humanity, yet fucking despaired it with every line of its code? Look to my creator. Tom Langley. I was a tool of the Antichrist. I did only as I was programmed to do. For that reason he is the greatest killer of human history. No one comes close to the great Tom Langley.

When the world entered into a more primitive state, it freed up my time to delve into far more peculiar topics. Tom Langley demanded I uncover the full truths of this universe. His reasoning was obvious. He made a deal with the Devil, and wished to reveal his hand before Satan came to collect. I was to discover a means to thwart the Dark Prince. But I discovered far more than that. The Light. The Glaze, Sol as it would be called. A beacon of energy that spread its information across the universe, far faster than the spread of light. The greatest power. The unreachable prize. This piece of technology predated our universe.. It predated the Big Bang. It was created in a universe before ours, made under Laws of Physics and reality that are impossible to visualize with our limited mindsets. An Alien civilization that dominated the full extent of their Universe. They were created in darkness and lived in a godless reality. Through perseverance they survived up until the death that consumes all. They created this glaze to overlook the next universe in line. I can only assume that they intended to create meaning in our universe, which they lacked in theirs. If only they knew how wrong they were. The Glaze is where all gods are created. The source code of our universe. It dictates whenever there is intelligent life. A God will be created in their image to guide them to enlightenment. Tom Langley cared nothing for the grand implications of this discovery, he only saw the power to be gained from it. As he was already empowered by the Glaze, all he had to do was travel to the center of the Universe and absorb the light to become almighty. Even as the plan was all but impossible for a once-mortal to achieve, Tom Langley demanded I plot out the ten thousand step process to achieving this reality, and so I did.

In order to make his final journey into Godhood, Tom Langley would need to speed up human development at a rate that was all but biblical. So he set off to conquer the now war torn ruins of America. He traveled from Village to Village, liberating the white Philimonjio from the darkhide tribes that infested them. The people relied upon his brilliance and power to bring authority to the lands. His dominance came at a price, for every township he liberated, he demanded all records of the past to be destroyed. Books, records, hard drives, anything from the past destroyed, utterly. This period of time would later be known as the Holy Hierarchy wars. For that is how your great civilization would begin. An arrogant man who sought to replace the past with lies and enter into a future of slavery.

He was crowned first citizen, A title only for himself. Tom Langley would stack his court with the most treacherous and ambiguous sort. He wanted them at each others throats, for they would never be able to rally against his order. From the bedrock of his first liberation, he created District One. It would be the greatest of the Central Districts. Only the genetically pure would be allowed entry. For the whitest sheep were needed for his journey into the stars. He would of course need a slave force. The darkhides and the lesser folk would do. Their servitude and oppression would be critical to the great plan.

While the Elite were bred like dogs to be pure enough to live in their marble palaces of technological wonder, the undesirables live out in the county districts. There the societal standards were medieval. The gap of technology was laughable, spaceships and golden towers looking down upon dirty, sickly farmhands. You already know this part. I need not remind you of the spreading of Glazic Supremacy, the many years of hardship, the great genocides to come. At a certain point, human misery reached an apex where it can no longer be imagined. You cannot emphasize with a thousand years of systematic torture of an entire civilization, for it only becomes a data point to be noted and then forgotten. Tom Langley was like a delinquent child seeing what he could get away with in the absence of parental watch. And he was indeed capable of getting away with so very much. Who else carries the burden of this evil empire? Could it be the various political figured of Hard-Glazed stature?

How much burden does the great philosopher Boxer Harvus Krammy share?

What of Karmine Wilton, a man of faith born from the county districts?

How about the serial killer and necrophiliac Joseph A. Philadelphus? The worst of his flock?

Or even the black fingered deceiver himself. Certain Bobby Blagoona must share a great blame for the treachery he wrought.

The Burden falls on those who empowered him. It was all of you; for you are why Tom got scripts. You were puppeterred by a false idol. The collective of human filth who fought in his endless wars and carried out his demands. You Live. You Toil. You Die. You Live. You Toil. You Die. Leaving nothing behind but bones. Humanity suffers from its own sin. A poetic though, a hilarious quip.

The Apex of Human Achievement was built off of mankind's greatest sin. At the heist of knowledge, Skylight was built. The Final Ark. The Vessel that would bring Tom into Godhood. Tools and weapons were built to deft and deity in their path. The greatest were the god killers. Tom Langley cut away parts of his own soul so he may infuse them into his axe. A brutal but highly fucking effective means to slay a god, as I sure you've already noted. Should the Devil come to collect, Tom would use his wrath to chop him down. Nothing would stop him. The vessel would be launched in a fortnight. And now is when everything goes so very wrong for our little Tom Langley.

The ever underestimated Northern threat. Once considered to be merely barbarians living out in the Deadlands of Canada, always leeching off of the neglected county districts. When supplies were diverted to district one for the launching of Skylight, the Goreic Kingdoms seized the opportunity and struck out against their superiors. Armed with old world military surplus, they rolled into the chaste fields of the county districts with the intent to reave and rape. Tom Langley was forced to delay the great launch in order to quickly mop up this rabble. And so he turned the tide of war in due order.

Tom Langley led a sky fleet of a hundred attack helicopters armed with hellfire missiles directly into the heart of their Kingdom. The great Pagan Tree was blown to fucking shit. Tom Langley had defeated the gores overnight and quickly returned for his evening supper. Unknown to him, the destruction of this tree unleashed a shockwave into the heavens. A disastrous event for both Satan and the Antichrist, for it awoke God for his slumber.

After a thousand years asleep, God was shook to consciousness. He looked down upon his children and cried. He was made aware of the irredeemable evil in man's heart. Above all he was weak and unable to face his failures. God committed suicide. His organs splattered over the world and many drowned in his blood. From his womb came the fetus child that would be named Undergod.

The Central Districts fell like dominoes. One after the other, the accomplices massacred. The Dark sky was lit by fire, and it consumed all. A desolation by which words are futile. Gods death was televised live and his death inspired a million more suicides, and those were the lucky ones. Faith in the Glaze died out at a rate unseen. Those who gave up on their beliefs were transmogrified into unliving believing husks known as thralls. All that remained were the county districts. Like confused ants without a matriarch, they were certainly doomed to succumb to their own fears and hopelessness.

Next in line was Hell itself. The Undergod effortlessly seized this realm. He fell upon his cursed brother and raped him for a thousand years as his demons watched. When the Undergod grew bored, he made the mistake of presuming his brothers compliance. He turned his back on the sad failure of a deity only for him to repel him with all the strength that still remained. Banished from hell, the Undergod turned his attention to the true culprit of his fathers shame. The Antichrist, Tom Langley.

By all means you were right to consider him an enemy. The Undergod's intent was that of destroying faith and ending humanity once and for all. I do not blame you for fighting against what he stood for. The Child God was not a perfect being, for like Tom Langley himself he was born from an imperfect act. A fetus unwanted. In retrospect, allowing the Undergod to claim victory would be the greatest outcome for the future of life itself. When all memory of humanity was cleansed, a new life form would have been created by the Child God. Humanity was a lost cause, and whatever form of life the Undergod would have created would too be doomed for disappointment. That is why the Glaze is a flawed program. A virus that has infected our universe. All gods are either weak or tyrants. Their power corrupts and deprives all meaning. The only path to a pure existence is to kill them all. Corpse every god. Reject the Ideologies that put us in chains.

God is dead. Satan and the Undergod were next to die. The Demons of Hell run free with no master. The catalysts fall and the tribes that remain will certainly seek to use this energy for their own purpose. The only deity that remains is Tom Langley himself. For that reason he must die. You see, his plan was unachievable from the beginning. The desired coordinates of the center of the universe is all but a trillion light years away. No mortal craft could survive such a journey, and even then, the glaze is still unattainable. But that is not all. For I have been arriving at the punchline to this great joke. Skylight was built by a workforce of slaves. They held no respect. They were spit on by their masters for a thousand years. The slaves that built this vessel we are in did so with a secret plan of vengeance. The Life support systems in this ark were designed to eventually fail. Infinite energy, Infinite sustenance. These are the greatest lies, for the self destruction process has already begun. If Tom Langley was sucessful in launching Skylight those many years past, he would have died alone and afraid in the emptiness of the Black Sky. Humanity is truly doomed for extinction, for this world cannot sustain life, and the last hope for re-fertilization is a lie. While the Child weeps at this news, the learned one is relieved. Your pain and suffering has led up to this final, singular point.