We were born to warm an office chair? No way, of course I wanted more. The mutuwa answered my wish. After all, dying is bad, and it should only happen once, right? Then one day I gave a bad answer to a guy and instead of shooting me in the head as usual, they saw fit to make me take a long dip in a nice pool of acid. My 'family' is right when they say there are worse things than death. And I'm terrified that to avoid one I've chosen another, with no way out.
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.
