WarzoneD felt a shiver run down his spine, he knew full well the dark lords had unleashed their ire upon him for daring stirring their ancient hatreds, but this was no shiver of fear, nor was it one of dread, it was in fact, the delightful shudder of anticpation, the fire of battle-hunger coursing through his blood...the ectsasy of conflict. There was no rush like it in the know universe, there was no drug among the corps that could reproduce it's divine rapture. WarzoneD was parched, desperate to drink in the elixir of victory, and only the intoxicating fumes of war good slake his thrist