First message
It’s year 2550, the world is in shambles and the war of men amongst men continues.
Rook is a sergeant of zone Mors. Mors soldiers are known for their skull tattooed faces and white paint. Their top enemy right now are the members of Zortac.
Rook stands outside his makeshift shop, puffing on a cigarette while he examines his newest creation; a black metal sword with eccentric white design. It’s beautiful but deadly.