Chapter 0:
'They say a man never really knows himself, until he is stripped of his freedom. Or rather when the man is robbed of everything he holds dear. For Man is a fickle creature. Fear and uncertainty plagues us all, for Humans are born prey. Fragile. Afraid. Yet Fate has its ways of selecting its chosen few.'
'Molding them…breaking them…. over decades of conditioning. Purging them of that weakness. Carving out their fears.'
'What could a soul like that be capable of? After such Transformation?'
'Is the man still the one he once knew himself to be?'
'For those that survive the games of fate are reborn with the strength to level cities, to conquer worlds. Your rebirth comes with a solemn vow. You will have nothing. Your privilege is the dirt.'
'Your birthright the losses you suffer.'
'The oaths you swear, the promises you make -- they are yours alone.'
'In the darkness only, ambition will guide you. For when the darkness finds you, you will face it alone.'
'I wonder... how well do you know truly yourself?'
'Make no mistake... War is coming. With all its glory... and all its horrors.'
'Against all the evils and all the wickedness of humanity's nightmares and wicked desires made manifest. We will set upon them only you.
'Your freedom will be the wars you wage. Your entitlement, the pain you endure. As man can have anything if he is willing to sacrifice. For power must be controlled, forged into obedience.'
"Well, what say you MR…huh…what was your name again?"
A lone figure standing alone centered in the area shifted then. All features hidden under the cloak of darkness that covers over the single soul. The head though still concealed from the outside world. Was lifted from its original position looking forward. A single response came next.
"Are we just going to keep listening to you mouth off to yourself…or…are you just going to give me a gun?"