Who are you? Everyone asked me, I came from nowhere and walked the stages without anyone knowing my past. My enemy, you who made it so I could be born can you see me? My love, you who made it so I could die do you know where I'm at? My life has been dotted with danger, I loved you but that wasn't enough, and as my strength leaves me I can only tell you that I want to reveal who I am. But will I find you in the time of the end? Mine? yours? Ours?

Mutuwa (Nomads)

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.