Fire. Since man first discovered how to control it, it has been, throughout history, a blessing, a protector of life and shield against the coldness of the world. At the same time, fire has also been a bringer of death, a passionate killer, with no conscious. It does not spare the innocent. It feels no warmth for the children nor pity for the elderly. It is a bright light that sweeps through; and behind it, leaves nothing but ashes…

Many things in this world that are viewed as blessings are like Fire, entrancing and beautiful to the eye or to the spirit. Offering riches, or freedom. Like the Gundams, weapons of destruction who sweep through and slaughter those in their path without a thought about what or whom their actions are affecting. They don't see soldiers who have been brainwashed; or the ones that are little more than children fresh out of school and filled with zeal for their country and fellow human beings. No. These machines, and I speak not of the metal casings, but whom is within and controlling them, these monsters would slaughter millions and the world looks on, many cheering.

Well, I will fix that. I know the truth. I spent my childhood playing with fire, and my adulthood thus far has been busy with putting it out. That is what I must do with this new fire called Gundams. I am not alone. Many of us are waiting and our chance is coming soon to present itself to us. But for now, we wait…