The Sin Collector Repentless - PC

The Sin Collector: Repentless – in just a few words.

The End is here – at long last!
An End which is bloody real, Biblical and generally the hell with it, for the Earth has stopped spinning... The stars have fallen from the sky... Oceans have turned to blood, the dead risen from their graves, Hell opened up and a burning star called Wormwood fallen into the boiling seas - and so on...

Nation states collapsed and went down in flames, brothers rose up against their kin, the young having lifted their red right hand against their elders. ‘Twas clear the world was about to catch on final fire - but then, a glitch popped up in the great scheme of things.

In general, in fact and in deed: instead of a thermonuclear bomb blast, all we got was just a damp firework pop.

That is because the world's population had been way out of hand – far more people walking the Earth than at the time St John was writing his End of Time Gospels. The technology race took humanity way ahead of the game – as even simple pushbikes were fast enough to outpace the heavily outdated chariots of the Horsemen of the Apocalypse.

But worst of all, no-one actually felt like dying, even though the posters and flyers advertising the End promised Life Eternal in bright pastel colors. The system was to be so good as to be perfect – but only on parchment.

The main problem being: the human factor.

Humanity is a weird species, one capable of fighting, lying, cheating and/or seducing its way out of a bad situation at will, and one not so easily eradicated. And so, the avenging Envoys sent by the Up Above to bring things to a close were often made to turn back empty-handed, their End of Days mission knocked into a cocked hat.

And so there the things were – coiled up in a still-born Apocalypse, the Angels of Death basically wandering round aimlessly as the Earth went and died a slow death. A slow-boiling agony which could last for “god-only-knows” how long – just the way it goes when you've had enough of living and leap out some third floor window... only rather than dying, end up a useless vegetable instead.

Finally, someone Up Above decided it was time to sort that shit-show out.

Thus, the Apocryphal Angels were called into being. Which was, it must be said, another departure from the ancient Doctrine, but it was – literally – the end of all such things...

The Apocryphals were given a dead simple job to be done: dispose of the bankrupt entity project Earth had become as quickly and as efficiently as only possible. They were to inventorize, decide what to do with the remaining assets, liquidate fixed holdings, dispose of liabilities, sweep the dirt, turn off the lights and shut up shop for ever...

But what did the Apocryphals go and do?

Having been created by human authors, and thus thinking in part like human beings, they just went and decided they couldn't give a toss, really... Lacking the necessary competencies and motivation, they farmed out the dirty work to subsidiary contractors – ones meant to find the necessary workforce to do the dirty on humanity for them.

In the “End”, they just palmed the Apocalypse off on men called upon the Sin Collectors – once-mortals, selected according to criteria known only to Them Up Above. Those who had surrendered their previous lives and were now going to get busy finding and holding Debtors to account for their multitude of mortal sins.

The time of the Sin Collectors is here.

Equipped with “kosher” tools – items fitting the letter of the Holy Scriptures, being as things had been at the time of the Holy Roman Empire: spears, axes and the noble gladius sword, powered by the might of sacred Purpleness – these damned Sin Collectors, under the watchful eyes of their Guardian Angels, now wonder the post-Apocalyptic world keeping busy trying to do that which the whole heavenly host failed to manage – rid the world of sinners and un-kosher goods in time for the Grand Finale...