A red sun rises in the horizon.The faint sound of music echoing off the surrounding mountains is slowly increasing in volume. The source is approaching.

With the sun flaring behind it, a lone white motorcycle comes streaking through the desert wasteland, kicking up monstrous dust clouds behind as it speeds towards the abandoned city. Music is blasting loudly off it's modified CD-player. The driver, donning a full-leather white biker suit, red lines running up the sides, with matching helmet and red-tinted visor for extra swag. A black harness adorned with equipment, pouches and weaponry is attached to his chest and legs, the most notable being the sheathed katana strapped to his back. Judging, in addition to this, by his, elbow and leg guards, there is no doubt. A fight is his destination. The music roars.

**..Flip a switch and turn it off, you won't be able to breathe, so either way you're a casualty..**

The motorcycle halts it's approach at the very edge of the town, staring down the straight-built road leading all the way to the town square (700m) further down. The driver, Mordem twists the handle, it's engine roars a few times. He leans the bike on his left foot, and looks around. 

**..And with a spark it's gonna be the biggest fire they've ever seen! Cut me down or let me run, either way it's all gonna burn!..**

He removes his helmet, throws it to the ground, and unsheathes his sword with his right hand, before twisting the bike handle again, announcing his arrival once more. His arrival was no lollygag. There was to be a fight, and he was going to win it. Because why the fuck not, he's Mordem Maare.

**..The only way that they'll ever learn..**

He flips off his CD-player, and starts shouting.

"Hey asshole, I got places to be, people to kill. Want to step out of the darkness, and fight?"

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(Trivia; ** = Music )