It all started with some virus, i think. Some nasty bug that got off the Wuhan express and left the world locked up in their own homes. I didn't care though. Hell, i liked the peace and quiet: No damn girl scouts knocking on my door asking for cash, less traffic, and more beer for me down at the local pub. Yes-sir-ee no complaints here. Well...That was before some sick fuck came along and decided,"hey maybe i should start mercilessly slaughtering people. That'd be a great use of everyone's time." Anyway lets get this shit show on the road. The name's Duke van Dukhevic, my friends call me duke. You unfortunately aren't one of them, but cheer up, if you shut, listen and do as i say.... ...You still wont be my friend; but you would have had a experience so new and exhilarating, it would make for a great story. Anyway, lets get started....

A promise. It seems like the simplest thing in the world to keep. But so often, they're broken, empty and hollow. They seem like the easiest thing in the world to believe, but after the words are left out to bleed, after they leave you waiting and wanting, after all the emptiness and hollow words-how are you going to believe the one who actually say what they mean?