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ABOUT 187
    Some are destined for the shores of Heaven, to enjoy eternal peace and rest.  Others are destined for the shores of hell and the pain and depravity offered there.  They are those that that gave in to gluttony and greed, now forced to eat forever, always full, but never able to stop, always poor, cold and pained.  Insects crawl and sting those that gave in to beauty and the sins of the flesh, letting them feel the true limits of the flesh, never stopping as the flesh regenerates almost as fast as it gets eaten.  Leaving the watching demons to cackle with laughter as their pleads for death reach their ears.  But there is nothing that the poor souls can do, this pain is unstoppable and eternal.  There is no escape into another death.  It is over, these souls have reached the end of the road.

    A great game has sprung up among the host of hell.  Pitting desperate souls against each other, they laugh with glee and excitement as they see them struggle and fight below, doing anything to please their masters, the souls fight to be noticed, fight to be elevated to the position where they too can laugh and look down.  Killers and murderers are forced to kill and murder again and again without the satisfaction of ending life, for those they kill keep coming back and back in attempt to take the killer's own life.  Then, when they die, horror and pain consumes their sanity.  The pain then slowly ebbing away showing the poor soul that yet again they are in this labyrinth, and yet again they must force their newly reformed bodies to pick up arms to hack, shoot, and kill those around them, for ever more.

    For these souls there is one rumor of escape, one small light that shines at the end of the tunnel lined with the faces of those they must kill.  They might flee this eternal nightmare, if they prove themselves to be the best.  The best will be taken away from their eternal pain, given the power to take life, give suffering and escape.  That group that shows it is unbeatable can rise up and take their place among the masters.  So groups must form.  The insane, the killers, and the cannibals must put all their hate for each other aside and work together.  Being forced to trust the insane, turn their backs on the mad.  For if they don't, this nightmare will never end, the pain will never go away.

So now, thrusting their sanity and hope into the hands of those that come here through crushing all the dreams of those they left behind, groups rise out of the darkness, out of the dust.  Wars must be fought, battles won, as only one group can be the best.  Through bogs of intestines and shit, these groups must come, bearing their names proudly on their chests, as bullets rip through the flesh hidden underneath.  They must face a thousand deaths, and the breaking of their insanity, with the hope that it might end.  Placing all their hope, all their dreams in the promise made by the Prince of Lies.          -by: 187^Shicane

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Krato:  Dreaming of greatness, Krato ordered thousands of men to do the impossible, thousands of soldiers to achieve the unachievable.  As one line fell, Krato ordered the next to charge over the bodies of their fallen comrades.  Nobody stopped him, nobody halted his reign.  Instead they hailed him as a hero for the battles he won.  Not noticing that he grouped civilian casualties with enemy soldier casualties.  With a grace only born in the insane he never looked back at the bodies piled behind him.  Till one day, one of the bodies turned out not to be as dead as she was meant to be.  Now he has the chance to continue his wars, continue his struggle with no end in sight.  He does not mind, some even say that he enjoys it here.

Shicane:  He fooled them, tricked them, and told them it was all right.  Watched with glee as they did what he asked and died as a result.  Giving children poison while telling them it would make them fell good, telling children the pistol had blanks and that it would be a good joke.  He loved knives and razors and when they finally threw the switch on him, they had found out about 22 deaths.  Shicane took one secret to the grave with him, about the dozens and dozens more.