Down through the millennia grand armies have marched across plains of destruction. Battle cries forever lost in the ether, spilt blood absorb and recycled. Names of the warriors forever lost, unknown to the future. Civilizations have come and gone some never being known to modernity. Important men striding the halls of power, controlling all they see, self impressed with their prowess. Brass knuckled business men climbing over and knocking down others any who got in their way, power at all cost. Men gnawing their way to the present, leaving blood and destruction in their wake. Where do such men go from here? How will their aggressive tendencies translate in the world of hyper-technology? Will it propel them to the stars, or blast them into oblivion? It's the toss of a coin I think.