Introduction
"Tell us your story."
“Every day, it is the same routine.
They wake me up in the morning. Well, I think it is the morning. There are no windows where I stay. They give me food, but never enough for a decent meal.
My room is not much; a bed with one pillow, and a sheet. The walls are white, and as I mentioned, I have no windows. They bring the food with a plastic fork and a spoon. Knives are not allowed. I am also given a bottle of water. However, they do not seem to care much for me. Once, I did not eat for two days. There was no remorse to be found from them.
After I eat, they take me to a place where they wash and clean me. After the cleaning, they take me to a place, where images of war are imprinted in my head.
Then is the training. Endless hours of training, after which I am returned to my room, and, if I am lucky, I am fed again.
Sometimes I will see others like me. Sometimes I see them walking passed my door before I am fed. One time, I even saw one trying to escape. I did not know him, but I felt we were friends. Everyone of us were friends in that place.
I wonder what happen to him....."
"Please, continue..."
"After they feed me, they will take me to a room. A scary room, where a dark-faced man will stick needles into me. Then they make me stand in a room, all alone, surrounded by mirrors, wearing only my underclothes. Then, I am returned to my room, and left to sleep.
Every day, the routine is the same.”
-Once outside the room-
"It is as I feared. This needs to be stopped"
Story
Somewhere in the world, excat location unknown, is a facility. Here, a secret Underworld agent attempts to breed ‘Super Soldiers’. The candidates would have needles pumped into them. These needles contained "Stim Packs", the ultimate antidote to death. Rumour had it that these Stim Packs were used during the Great War to numb pain and increase adrenaline, whilst making the user encredibly violent.
Unfortunatly, an accident occured, and Stim Packs seemed to disappear forever. But, one very crafty man kept a few, and managed to create and manufacture them again. It is inhumane, pumping these innocent people full of rage and anger, but they don’t care.
These so-called ‘Super Soldiers’ are just kids. They are taken en-masse from their parents or carers at a set date, when most of the children would be eight years old. After ten years of harsh treatments and injections, poor living arrangements and less-than-adequate food, they are sent out as 'Super Soldiers', the ‘rage’ fresh within them.
If one of the candidates happens to escape, they are just killed on site, for the people guarding the facility are "complete" ‘Super Soldiers’. Apart from the fifty or so who guard the facilty, the U.S.A controls the 'Super Soldiers', using them to keep the rest of the world in line.
Completed ‘Super Soldiers’ are heartless creatures, more beast then human. They kill for blood, thrill and pride, and have no pity on anyone. They are so "perfect" they are unable to disobey their orders.
