I heard a tale once, of a clone world, a place where they made men. They say it was the place where pain and suffering first drew breath, where beastmen walked the earth and where the devil himself was grown. A man that murdered millions and when they finally bound him, he murdered billions more just to spite them. If you dig down deep on Teorge my friend, beneath the burning Fimbulwinter snow, you will find the bones of his victims, wherever you put your shovel. They called him Pinyin Gau, and hell followed with him.