Once there was a man, This man Was in The T'zai Byn Mercenary company. He was a quick learner and quicker to the fist. Loved nothing more than Half-breed woman (Half-breeds are universally discriminated against in Armageddon). He also loved a good drink. And when he was drunk, he usually picked out the humanoid that "looked" like they had the biggest breasts, which, from time to time, got him and the really big and buff guy into a fight where an ear or a toe or a finger was biten off.

So he fights his way up from the lowest of low ranks in allanak wearing a cloak that smells like **** and looks like it to. He goes from Runner, to Trooper, to Sargeant, to Lieutenant.

Just to show his power, he was placed in the Allanak Arena (which he dreamed about). Round after round, the Templars sent out things to kill this lieutenant and his favorite Runner ( a half-elf). Elven pick-pockets, murderers, fantastic beasts, gith, archers, and cut-throats. Round after round, everyone fell under this Bynners mighty club.

The next day after this arena match, he went on his final mission. To destroy the gith army. He took his unit of scared people to fight these gith for the thing that makes the world go around. Money. Money and power.

During this mission, he was killing gith in one or two mighty hit with a kick to another that caused it to die beneath the swords of his Favorite Half-breed (another word for half-elf).  He had one Goal. To kill the Magicking Gith. He saw the gith and kicked it and the unseen gith casted a horrible spell on him.

One that caused him to lose control of his bodily functions.

So there he stood, not moving, on a battlefield of dieing and dead and his Mercenaries for hire. Then a group of four Gith saw that he wasn't moving and turned on him.

And then I saw a sign. that said.

Welcome To Armageddon!