He lifted the scrap of newspaper from his workbench and stared at it for a while. A tear ran down his face and he crumpled the paper up and threw it into the trash bin. "It's all their fault." he said with anger in his voice. He marched over to the weapon rack and slipped on the Barringer Bruisers. He then grabbed Kerrington, his signature hammer, and began to walk towards the main gates.














