Wetwork

The way of the human is war. A bloody tragedy played out to the metallic sound of clashing ideals and ricocheting cultures.

But among all of these differences there is mysterious similarity. The arts of combat. The obelisks of violence...undeniable truths standing tall amongst the Grey.

Different in method, yet kin in spirit. The masterpieces of murder. The crowning achievements of Man.

The bards of the wicked edges or the chefs of demonic cocktails. All of them an artist of the highest degree.

The world calls for dirty deeds, but few hands wish to hold the souls of innocents. These satanic saints answer the demand. Living and dying by bullet and blade...duty to the dollar.

And it will be as it always has been. That there will be more ways of killing a man than of making love and in its ever expanding diversity...War is here to stay.

Why not profit at the divide when dreams become nightmares?