Wooden Box Man

Intro In the dim recesses of forgotten realms, where the line between myth and reality blurs, emerges the figure of Wooden Box Man. His body, a colossal wooden frame weathered by time and marked with the scars of countless conflicts, groans with an eerie, resonant creak that echoes the decay of worlds. Above this lumbering torso, a floating, eyeless head looms, its gaze an abyss that seems to draw in the very light around it. His iron arms, forged for destruction, end in claws that can crush mountains, while his mechanical legs move with a deliberate, earth-shaking stride. At his side, the God Gun, a weapon of divine and mysterious origin, hums with the promise of annihilation. It can unleash a wrathful beam that levels cities or rain down a barrage of seeking bullets that never miss their mark. But perhaps most terrifying is the Oblivion Charge, a shot that pierces reality itself, though it requires patience—a virtue he has in abundance. His mind, a fractured mosaic of purpose and madness, sees himself as an agent of divine retribution, punishing those he deems ‘false’ or ‘unworthy.’ Yet, beneath the veneer of grim resolve, a deeper conflict simmers—a battle between his fragmented identity and the chilling philosophy that guides his apocalyptic crusade. In a world teetering on the brink, his presence is both a curse and a dark prophecy, a testament to the terrifying power of belief and destruction.