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When the world as we know it crumbles apart and no one is there to pick up the pieces, a hero will rise up. A new kind of hero. And one night in a mysterious part of town, that hero stepped forth from the dark alleys. And that man called himself | Georg, son of Edgar. And he was a large man, of little hair and even less humor. His body was a mountain and his eyes were made of fire. His skin was of burnt umber and his soul of darkness. He came whether the world wanted him or not- he was death..