Bunraku

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Long before the dawn of men...

Strife was already a major

component of life.

Wherever a creature shared a piece

of land with another...

It was just a matter of time ....

Until a struggle full resources

would ensue you.

Men was no different. Showcasing a

perverse fascination with violence.

Men and civilization brought forth more

innovative ways of taking human lives.

Than any other function needed for

survival.

There are more ways of killing a

man...

Than there are ways of making

bread.

Or making love.

Where the latter 2 are quite

limited in scale...

Man has gone beyond imagination...

With his capacity to destroy life.

With one push of a button.

Between uncontrolled crime in the

streets...

And escalating war in the

borders...

It was all just a matter of time.

From the ashes a new world was

born.

The surviving nations finally

realised that...

Men's unstoppable appetite for

destruction...

Must be contained.

A ban on all firearms was strictly

enforced.

And just as a sword gave way to the

gun...

The gun gave way to the sword.

Leaving the authorities to carry

the hope of their nations...

On a tip of a spear...

Little did they know that the self

destructive nature of men...

Could never be stopped.

There's not enough love in this

world...

Not enough money to prevent this ancient

circle from coming around again.

When the time is ripe...

Evil will rise.

Personified in our case...

With a wood cutter.

Nicola is his name.

And this is his town, his land.

The God forsaken place where our

tale begins.

And as many ways as there are of

killing a man...

There are equally as many ways of

telling this old tale of strife.

Ladies and gentlemen!

Welcome to our show, the town's

midnight main event.

The occasional challenges are

already underway.

On one side in the gray suit, red

hat, is Killer # 2.

Representing the colossal

undefeated gang...

Along with 20 soldiers from their

red army.

On the roof, all in gray, a scout from

the proletarian league of defense...

And on the far side, in menacing

militant led by Valentine...

On the contenders of the hour...

Behold, men...

The buffoon who calls himself

Killer # 2.

Are you here for the ball, my

friend?

'Cos we're here to challenge Nicola's

reign in the name of the people!

this land.

So any gang in the province has a chance to

challenge The Woodcutter and take the town.

But as the leader of the biggest

gang...

And the cold often exceeds the

sporting gesture...

By sending only 1 killer to defend

his crown...

Stop.

You can roll the dice and die with

your men or...

Take the safe bat and come back to

work for Nicola.

All this will be forgotten.

Even the buffoon part.

You want me to work for a

woodcutter?

I call myself a killer win me a

number.

How about...

Killer # 1?

What should we do with him?

Kill them all.

Another gang, another night,

another fight.

And when will the wind bring a real challenge?

Ask the most powerful man east of the Atlantic.

Rest assured, his wish will be

granted.

But although our villain is constantly

challenged in his own quarters...

It is quite unlikely that his world

order will be shaken from within.

For such a dramatic change to

occur"

An outside intervention is needed.

An intervention brought about by

some means of transportation...

Many a time... a train.

Much like this one.

And as always the case with such

trains...

There should be at least one silent

stranger aboard.

Or two.

But for now...

Mark the red suit.

Walking under the train with the

confidence of an oppressor.

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