I learned as a kid that bullies always win. The one who used to beat you up when you were little become the rich corpo-rat who can't wait to do everything they fancy at the expense of all of us when they grow up. And it's as if everyone have accepted it: they have the biggest guns, the most powerful computers. What bullies often forget, however, is that in the end they are human, and every arrogant human sooner or later make a mistake, and fall. And I'll be there, tearing him to pieces while they're on the ground. Oh, one fell just now...
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.
