TheNocturnalEgyptian
17th November 2011, 02:51 PM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dOBT3dXK5x4
Long before the dawn of man, strife was already a major component of life.
Where-ever creatures shared a piece of land with eachother, it was only a matter of time before a struggle for resources would ensue.
Man was no different, showcasing a perverse fascination with violence. Man and civilization brought forth more innovative ways of taking life than *any* other function needed for survival. There are more ways of killing a man than there are ways of making bread, or making love. And while the latter two are quite limited in scale, man has gone beyond imagination with his capacity to destroy life with one push of a button.
Between uncontrollable crime in the streets, and escalating war on the borders, it was all just a matter of time.
From the Ashes, a New World was born.
The surviving nations finally realized that man's unstoppable appetite for destruction must be contained. A ban on all firearms was enforced, and just as the sword gave way to the gun, the gun gave way to the sword - leaving the authorities to carry the hope of their nations on the tip of a spear.
Little did they know that the self-destructive nature of man could never be stopped. There's not enough love, not enough money, to prevent this ancient circle from coming around again. And when the time is right, evil will rise.
Personified in our case with a woodcutter. Nicola is his name, and this is his town, his land. A god-forsaken place where our tale begins . . .
And as many ways as there are of killing a man, there are equally as many ways of telling this old tale of strife . . .
The Bartender: "Life's not all about fighting."
The Drifter: "C'mon, you know that ain't true. I can see it in your eyes."
Give Me Liberty Or Give Me Death: According to our narrator, the only worthwhile reason to die.
20 men is the unwritten law of this land - so any gang in the province has a chance to challenge the woodcutter and take the town. But as the leader of the biggest gang, Nicola often exceeds this sporting gesture by sending only one killer to defend his crown . . .
Another gang, another night, another fight . . .
'And when will the wind bring a real challenge?' asks the most powerful man east of the Atlantic . . .
Long before the dawn of man, strife was already a major component of life.
Where-ever creatures shared a piece of land with eachother, it was only a matter of time before a struggle for resources would ensue.
Man was no different, showcasing a perverse fascination with violence. Man and civilization brought forth more innovative ways of taking life than *any* other function needed for survival. There are more ways of killing a man than there are ways of making bread, or making love. And while the latter two are quite limited in scale, man has gone beyond imagination with his capacity to destroy life with one push of a button.
Between uncontrollable crime in the streets, and escalating war on the borders, it was all just a matter of time.
From the Ashes, a New World was born.
The surviving nations finally realized that man's unstoppable appetite for destruction must be contained. A ban on all firearms was enforced, and just as the sword gave way to the gun, the gun gave way to the sword - leaving the authorities to carry the hope of their nations on the tip of a spear.
Little did they know that the self-destructive nature of man could never be stopped. There's not enough love, not enough money, to prevent this ancient circle from coming around again. And when the time is right, evil will rise.
Personified in our case with a woodcutter. Nicola is his name, and this is his town, his land. A god-forsaken place where our tale begins . . .
And as many ways as there are of killing a man, there are equally as many ways of telling this old tale of strife . . .
The Bartender: "Life's not all about fighting."
The Drifter: "C'mon, you know that ain't true. I can see it in your eyes."
Give Me Liberty Or Give Me Death: According to our narrator, the only worthwhile reason to die.
20 men is the unwritten law of this land - so any gang in the province has a chance to challenge the woodcutter and take the town. But as the leader of the biggest gang, Nicola often exceeds this sporting gesture by sending only one killer to defend his crown . . .
Another gang, another night, another fight . . .
'And when will the wind bring a real challenge?' asks the most powerful man east of the Atlantic . . .