It's been 7 years since this war ended. No one won, and few survived. I just cant get over the fact that I lived and everyone I knew, and loved... is dead. What really gets under my skin is that one man did this. How can one human do this? All I remember before the bombs went off is that his name was really strange, but familiar somehow. I think it was "Disford". At this point I don't care, I stop caring a long time ago. But what I do care about is finding him, and making him pay. I'll make him scream like the pig he is..... AND NO ONE WILL STOP ME!

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