Brimstone
and The Borderhounds
To many, Hell is a place of demons and fire. The
place where all evil souls go to be tortured for the rest of eternity;
and Heaven is the place where good people go to eat ice cream and float
on clouds. Unfortunately, it's all a load of crap. Hell is just a place
in another reality, like Long Island but not as annoying. Turns out that
the horrible truth about post-prime existence is that the corporeal life
we lead in this reality is a lie and just a “training seminar” for a
career of servitude in whichever afterlife we end up in. In the high
stakes, high profit and high risk enterprise of post-prime existence
labor, whichever "afterlife" can procure the best and the brightest
workforce is better positioned to gain power and influence over our
corporeal world. The organizations that run those alternate universes (Hell,
Heaven, Nirvana, Valhalla, Where the Sun Don't Shine, etc.) have
spent eons cultivating the worlds of our reality, through religion and
passive influence, into breeding grounds for future slave laborers in
the competition to end all competitions. The best souls plucked from the
"Nexus", an orchard (of sorts) of the consciousnesses of the
recently deceased, are brought to their respective "afterlife" and put
into the roles they were unknowingly bred for. So the business of
keeping, retrieving and even stealing this precious commodity has become
a very large and lucrative business and black market operation. Thus a
cold war of sorts exists between all these rival existences in order to
claim victory over one another. Whether through subversive means like
sabotage and bribery to outright skirmishes of violence that have
spilled over to our worlds, the unsteady truce that has existed is
eroding and many members of these factions as well as privateers see
opportunities to grab power.
Enter Brimstone.
Brimstone is a half human, half native son of that realm known to us as
Hell, who works as a freelance employee of the Border Enforcement and
Retrieval Department in a private squad of Borderhounds.
These independent contractors are hired by the Corporation to re-capture
these souls who happen to escape their consigned fates either through
assistance from rival corporations, their agents or any number of
growing dissident movements. Joined by his team of human companions, the
brothers Dawg and Luscious, Brimstone ekes out an existence retrieving
escaped "Weepers" from the wastelands of "Hell" with the occasional trip
back to our universe for imported beer, girly mags for his boys or
designer clothes for the wife. Brimstone's hybrid nature makes him
unique as one of the only beings of "Hell" who can safely traverse (with
whomever he takes with him) the continuum and exist corporeally in
other universes. The only drawback is that once outside of his home, and
even though he still possesses Forza Infernis, Brimstone is vulnerable.
This trait has made Brimstone a target for many who seek to control the
balance of power between existences or end the stalemate once and for
all. Constantly looked down upon and threatened for his genetic heritage
and his chosen companions, humans as his team and a human wife and
children, he has to fight every day for his right to exist in the only
home he has ever known.