The Dream Palaces are a breeding ground for Kang's minions. They are impervious to all mortal attack and grow more potent with each passing day. If the saviour fails, we are all doomed to live a Nightmare.
Like razor blades, sterile and reeking of alcohol, the rain falls and slits my flesh.
My tears burn scars in my face. They have grown acidic with the consumption of stagnant water and radioactive food. Apocalypse is here, and God has found no mercy for his children.
Heed the Sages' for they never lie, nor ever speak in vain. Go unto them when you are lost or confused.
Keep a keen eye to your map, for the Sages' gift you eyes to see beyond human sight.
Make your attack quick and your blows potent for the longer a battle ensues the greater your chance of death.
In the heat of engagement, when the quickness of your stride is most essential, the Virtual Titan may cast its Slow spell.
When battle is most fierce, the Virtual Titan will activate its shield. During this period all but mystical attack is rendered useless.
The Virtual Titan is a creature of immense power. Its shot is quick, and aim is true; but the demon's greatest power lies in its BrainShock which may, at random, deliver you 4 points of damage.
The Heavy Samurai is devoid of psychic power; its sole strength lies in its attack which delivers 2 points of damage.
It is rumored that Kang's newest minions are armed with weapon of recent development. These "pulse-seeking" missles prey on the beat of the human heart, never missing a target.
Kang has seen his havoc dishearten the masses; he is watching has the Rebellion grows. Under this light, his new minions, the Heavy Samurai and Virtual Titan, have been designed.
The new regime is crushing humanity in the grip of automation; society is raising its feeble arms in anger. The rebels grow strong, they are driven with new fuel.
With iron claws the hand of Kang has scarred humanity, driven us to worship silicon and steel. My mind is lost in a mechnical storm, my body in the manicial dawn.
See my hands; they are cracked and burned by the nuclear wind. I can not lift food to my mouth, let alone a staff to protect my kin. This Second Dynasty is the coming of Hell on Earth.
