Another friend with the mask, F**K, I know it's a necessary evil, but I'm exhausted, we have to destroy the damn thing and rest in peace. A fit of the heart at the memory, F ** K, I see the images of the day I set you on fire. The screams. The crackle of burning flesh. But I had to free your soul from the yoke of this world. It was the only way my friend. You know it, my Master. I know it! Those F*****g Corp use and abuse us endlessly, STOP! I am a Mutuwa in mind and spirit, every second dedicated to the mission is well spent, and on your memory I swear that I will save mankind at the cost of burning our bodies, the bodies of every living being, one at a time.
Choom, those are the ones that give me the creeps when they walk by in their funereal masks. They have this thing about death. “It’s a level,” they say. “Memento mori,” they whisper. But I’ll tell you, it’s all bullshit, eventually they come back from the dead just like the rest of us do if someone blows their brains out, a bit hypocritical don’t you think? Life and death in a roll of the dice. Of course without their juggernaut you wouldn’t go into cyberspace – so wink at them, pretend to believe their bullshit, and everything will be fine. Kind of.
Experience: Introspective experience characterized by human relationship with death and its facets and the realization of a higher purpose. Suitable for those who want a strongly intimate game while maintaining a good dose of action. Remember, “a dangerous mission makes us feel alive.” The group has a strong component of ethnic inspiration drawn from vodoo and Aztec culture.
