REAPERS WOLVES are we, forged through the fires of war, and cooled in the blood of the slain. By this process do we become perfect weapons, fit to be wielded by those who hold the world in their hands.

"No Fear! No Pity! NO REMORSE!"

"I would say to the You, as I said to those who have joined this Corporation, I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears and sweat.

Cry 'Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war;
"But Sir!, Im Surrounded!"
"Excellent, Now you can fire in any direction!"