“You .You who have cracked my technology, you who have wrecked my plans, you who fought my army. You, listen to the story of a life, the life of a gremlin. The life of me, Seerus, the War master of the Crimson Order, whose weapons you have crushed in hope of saving Haven.
Listen before you finish me, and honor your fallen comrades.

It all started forty five years before you arrived, in the Great Colony. I was born, during the greatest period of the existence of the Gremlin race: the “Metal-Forging Age”, an age during which my race prevailed, showing its power. I have grown in this age; studying the great technology of the race I’ll belong to until my faith ends.

But soon my intelligence showed what it was made of .Intelligence capable of creating more than any other gremlin. Oh! How much did I do to prove myself as a good soldier?!

I started as a Thwacker, wreaking my way in the ranks. In only three years, I’ve become a Darkfang Thwacker.
And then, King Tinkinzar, when I was only 15 years old, decided to make me fight against the biggest threats and he made me create machines with abilities to destroy and solve our problems.

I created the first Gun Puppy, and put it into test. But it failed at defending the test arena. I needed a Smith, someone who could teach me how to forge the metal and fuse it.
During this period of despair, I’ve met him, Vise, the greatest Smith of the gremlin race. He taught me how to fuse the metal, and how to make a structure out of it. His brother Punch taught me how to install proper circuits and effective joints to link pieces of metal.
Although they left the Great Colony fifteen years ago, I owe them my knowledge about metal, and all the gears I wear.

But then, I’ve met Razwog and Herex, two gremlins that have been my friends until they died in your hands. Razwog was the best Schemer of my race, and Herex was a very talented biochemist. They taught me how to draw schemes and how to master chemical objects.

When you arrived, because of the explosion of your tearium core, we were skeptical; we didn’t know how to interact with you. But some of your graded soldiers destroyed many of our troops, leaving us with rage and hate. I’ve built my Grand Arsenal and all my weapons, and I started working on the Roarmulus Twins.

But then a bloody and painful wound was made to my heart: a valiant group of five knights killed my friend Razwog . In all the pain I felt at this moment, rage and revenge were becoming my reason to live. And one year later, my other friend Herex was beaten and killed by the same four knights that killed Razwog. No, Rhendon only helped killing the first one.

My rage exploded. I started building, creating, testing, and searching. And then I finished the very first Roarmulus Twins. But the same four knights destroyed them.

You then reached my Grand arsenal that you destroyed without difficulties. You, the four knights who haunted my life, you fought me and beat me and my army. You’ve captured me and now, here I stand, in front of you, waiting for you to kill me or let me live.

Author's note: Here are the good and the bad ending of this text.

Happy ending:

What? You decide to let me alive? You want me to help you creating a place of peace between gremlins and your Order?

By the Honor I carry in my soul, I should have to refuse your offer. But the situation requires that our races learn with each other, our forces being equal. A direct fight between our races could lead us to mutual destruction. Her Majesty would chase and hunt me to death if it happened.

Your race has learned its mistakes, and I’ve learned mine.
My fallen friends wanted only one thing: to end this war with the smallest amount of death.
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For the Honor of my race, for my king, Her Majesty Tinkinzar, and to grant the last wish of my now-dead friends, I shall accept your offer, to make our live on this planet a decent one.

Sad ending:

So this is the end of my life? Very well then.

To you Vise and Punch, I let you my eternal respect and I shall always thank you for all you gave to me.

To you, the four knights that fought my race and haunted my life, I give you My Warmaster Rocket Hammer, my Dark Retribution, the most powerful Darkfang Shield and my mask.

By my death, you’ll avenge and honor your fallen comrades, and I’ll finally be able to meet my dead friends once again.
Now that my story is over, I let you do.

Finish me.

End it all.

Now.

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