Only by many bullets, does a man know himself.

Legend has it that Mister Ballistic - the famed sharp shooter pistoleer - used to make his living shooting the fleas off the faces of fat women from twenty paces.

Some historians consider him to be nothing more than a myth, but we of The Collective know better, and we strive to live our lives by the wisdom of his teachings:

We shoot what moves, until it stops moving, and then shoot it some more.

For only when the bullets are flying past your ears, ricocheting around your legs and bouncing off the walls, as thick and heavy as the monsoon rains, can a man truly know peace.