come with us to a place of solitude where silent winds and barren landscapes have captured the hearts of many admirers but reject their controlling touch. a rejection of life, of death, and everything in between. this place is everything, it is the soul, but yet it is the nothing. a piece of that place has been brought to you once again. to some it will be an adventure but to others it will remind them of the journey taken so long ago to a place where rules did exist, no labels would fit, and no love could be found. frozen and empty but still the soul thrives. we call this place antarctica. where the soul thrives, and only the nothing lives here.

in the cold darkness of corporate-run space, technology permeates every aspect of war,but the science of war cannot account for the dynamic interaction of the physical and moral elements that come in to play,by design or by chance, in combat. a virtuous warrior was born in a savage world the exterminador.