~Prologue~

War.

Many people say war is something terrible. A few see chances in war, may it be political or for other reasons. And very few people think war is fun! Yes, fun. You read right. It's fun to hear the sound of your enemys skull breaking. It's fun to feel the excitement and adrenaline when you strike down your enemy with a sword and it's fun to survive just to be in a dangerous situation in the next moment!

Now you probably think: How can you be so cruel and barbaric! That are human lives your talking about!

But please listen to my words. When you stand there, surrounded by screaming, crying and begging and face death permanently. You have exactly two options, to how you want to continue living.

One option is to accept what you did, what you will do and what you have become. To start to see the screaming, crying and begging as the beautiful melody it actually is. To start looking into death eyes, smile at him and hug him whith joy in mind.

The other option is to accept what you did and what you will do. But instead of accepting that you have become a cold blooded monster you clinge to the illusion of peace and goodwill. Drown in self pity about your life and then die miserably. With a wounded heart and soul, alone and without a bit of joy in your life.

I didn't live miserable. No, I didn't. I went crazy! No, Padon me, I was crazy and probably still am as crazy as I was in my youth!

Now I have become old. The age of war is over and the bones of my tired and old body arch with every move I'm making. Just the scars on my body remind me of the fun and excitement I experienced in the past. I even got reports of people I met Back then.

My age has gone over 100 by now and many people wait for my death. But before I say goodbye to this world and hand this company full of blood crazed people over to my nephew, I want to tell my story.

I want to let people witness what I witnessed and I want to tell the story of this company. How it became, what it is now and how it was founded.

I won't force you to read my story nor will I stop you from doing it. But if you read the story of my life I hope you will have as much fun as I had living this story. But I warn you If you are uncomfortable around blood it would be best to stop reading this story.

Now I will go to bed. Hopefully I see you tomorrow, young fellow.

Respectfully

Alistor Hatter

Chairman of "Mors"