The year is 2075. We have built up and destroyed the planet so many times that I have lost count. More wars that I can count, Africa, Antarctica, space, Mars… Everywhere, and they never stop. We have already populated mars. About half the planet now. But when will it end? I don't know, but I know one thing for sure. I'm going to end all wars.
"Attention!" the general shouted with a sturdy voice.
"Yes sir!" everyone shouted.
"You are hand chosen, by the emperor." started the general. "All of you have different skills and strengths. But you all have one goal that you share. To do the hardest, dangerous jobs that no one wants to do, kill." he stops for a moment and looks at everyone, including me. "Do you understand that?"
"Yes sir!" we shout in response.
"Good. From this day forward your team will be called: Hell's Angels."