It was my doing that allowed the Wyrm to gaze upon the land of Gaia for the first time in eons. When the atom bomb was first tested, the Eye of the Wyrm opened and was able to see the dust and empty land...and It was pleased. For this, my strength has growth. I am brutle. I kill without remorse. I weed out that which can not defend itself. I grow stronger and stronger and only recently with the battles in the Gulf and Kosovo have I been able to hammer my horns onto Gaia even harder.

The Beast-of-War, though able to kill many at once, often ends too soon. Before, long ago, wars would last years, killing hundreds of men. But now, months is all they'll last before the loser gives in. This method has also been a prime source to keep a quota on the human population. But with peace treaties becoming more numerous, the Beast-of-War needs to invoke Itself more than ever.

But all is not lost. With the advancement of technology, nuclear missles are now able to travel hundreds and hundreds of miles to its target with pinpoint accuracy. And with the help of Eater-of-Souls, countries controlled by crazed dictators may some day launch an allout nuclear assult. Power and greed can often be associated with wars. The United States enforces its power over NATO into doing its bidding. Saddam in Iraq might just be crazy enough to launch a bio-warfare.

And are you willing to put all your trust into our defense system? Hasn't the government cut back spending on such? The Beast-of-War works on many levels and when the chance arrives, It'll smash Its horns hard...and by then it may be too late for you.