You stare at yourself in the mirror.

Strange... Memories... Rid of them...

You shake your head and walk purposefully toward the command tsent. As you walk, soldiers give you fearful looks and step out of your way. No-one dare stand within 10 feet of you because of what you are.

You're a DEAD MAN. You were just a normal soldier once. You were either more skilled with guns, explosives or both to be offered to become a DEAD MAN. You don't really remember much, and that's good.

Memories... Bad... Don't need...

To become a true DEAD MAN, you underwent heavy cybernetic augmentation and deadly training which almost killed you numerous times. Once, you were dropped into a enemy complex with just a barely-functiong pistol as a weapon. You were told to kill everyone inside, either stealth fully or loudly.

You did it quietly, earning you bonus marks.

As a DEAD MAN, you work alone. You only have to follow orders of Comanders or higher. You have access to much better gear than the normal grunts.

You're a one man army. Just like the other DEAD MEN, however small that number is.

One DEAD MAN is suicide, two DEAD MEN and you might as well just shoot yourself in the face. Three DEAD MEN? Your entire army better surrender.

Once, five DEAD MEN were sent to stop the war. You were one of them.

You and your team did it in a day. You destroyed all the enemy's command posts, communication centers and armoury without any outside help. The army surrendered entirely.

You stride into the command tent and stand behind the Commander, waiting for him to notice you.

"Ah!" He jumped as he turned around. He calmed himself quickly. "Jeez Apollo, don't scare me like that."

Apollo, your designation. You don't remember your name, your birthday, your mom, dad or even your friends. And that's good.

Memories get people killed.

"Orders just came Apollo. Apparently, Japan is closing in on itself. They have banned any foreign soldiers from entering their country. Command wants you to find out why." The Commander ordered. You saluted and walked back out into the desert, feeling the blistering heat beneath your clothes.

You walk to the edge of the hidden camp as to not injure anyone. When you are sure that you won't run into anyone, you immediately begin running.

A normal person can run, yes. A DEAD MAN is nothing but a blur to the human eye when they run. You travel the entire desert in less than a few minutes, running through land and over water to head to Japan.

Eventually, during your run, you spot a Japanese ship heading in for dock. Thinking quickly, you run toward it and climb aboard. Fortunately, the ship was a large fishing ship so you were able to hide in one of the containers. It wasn't pleasant, but neither was war.

About half an hour later...

With deadly patience, you wait for the perfect moment to get into Tokyo. The moment arrives when the guards change shifts. Quickly, you sprint into Tokyo and I to some thick shadows, using your geography skills to navigate your way through the shadows.

Your journey through Tokyo bores you, but you stick to it. You were given orders after all. As you come into an park and wait for another chance to get into more shadows.

Something very strange happens. Namely, a large strange gate thing builds itself in the middle of the park.

Fascinated and thinking it's one of Japan's secrets, you hang about.

Strange creatures, resembling pigs, lizards and even some orcs, and humans flood out of the Gate. People look on in wonder. It soon turns to horror as the strange army begins attacking and killing civilians.

You pull up your silenced Viper-77 and open fire. The marvel in weapons technology holds 50 9mm rounds in a 25 clip. The clip itself held two bullets side-by-side. It could also hold 25 .45 caliber rounds. Your weapon is painted with tiger stripes and fires as fast as you can pull the trigger.

You can pull the trigger very fast.

You fire almost as fast as a machine gun. Bullets easily pierce the enemy armour and each bullet you fire aims true and finds itself a nice cozy new home in a skull. After expending 50 bullets, your hands are a blur of motion. The clip drops out of the gun and another is put inside in a matter of a single second. More fire is put onto the enemy forces.

The enemy spots you when you have fired another 37 rounds. As they charge you, you open fire on the ones closest to you. Your weapon clicks and you holster it. You pull out a worn combat knife and charge into attack.

By charge, I mean bowl. Your cybernetically enhanced speed and strength is enough to make the enemies closest to you implode as you make contact with them. You slow down, and begin killing like an Angel Of Death.

Even you don't know what you do. Everything is just instinct. Slice, Slash, Block, Deflect, Counter, Duck. It all blends into one.

Eventually, the fighting stops and you notice that the remaining enemies have backed off with fear in their eyes. You look at yourself and notice that different colours of blood are splattered all over you. From toe to helmet, you are painted with the stuff.

You look back up at the sky as roars are heard. Strange winged creatures are flying and breathing fire on people and buildings.

As you run up the side of the wall, you rack your brain for what it could be.

A dragon. That what it is. A fire dragon, to be specific.

You run to the edge of the building and jump a great distance to the next. The next few buildings are joined and you run over them. You jump, heading directly up at a dragon.

The dragon spots you and opens it's mouth, intent of devouring you. You grab the sides of it's mouth. The scales of the dragon prove to be great for gripping. You climb around the dragons mouth and onto it's back. The dragon, noticing your absence of it's mouth and presence on it's back, begins to fly erratically, hoping to take you off. You grit your teeth and climb to the dragons head. You hold onto the horns.

In a moment of desperation, the dragon begins to flail it's head around. You chuckle grimly, giving the dragon a sense of fear. You grab the sides of the dragons head and begin pulling with all your might.

Immediately, you hear flesh tearing and bones beginning to break. The dragon flails harder but eventually stops after it's body's nervous system has it's neural hub removed. Or, in simple terms, you rip it's head off.

You jump off the falling dragon onto a building and watch the body slam into the ground, causing a shockwave and making some cracks in the ground. You look around, noticing the absence of other dragons.

You can't hear anything normally, but you focus on the cybernetic augumentation in your ear. Immediately, you know something has happened. You can't hear the gunshots of assault rifles. Instead you can hear a man talking on a radio to his superior.

"Itami out." Is the last bit you focus on. You immediately run in the direction of the soldiers and stop as you reach them.