[ WP ] You were a soldier in a future conflict , until your heroic death . Now you face the battlefield of the Ragnarok of Nordic myth , with your full war kit .

Lokiborn would have blinked if he had eyes. Instead he lay there dumbfounded before pushing the body of his SkinR up off the ground, his talons gouging lines in the ice as he stood. Lokiborn had never really believed in an afterlife, but even when he thought about the concept he never thought it would be so... Empty. His thermosensors registered -12C and as far as he could see with his Skin's maximum zoom was an empty ice field. 
 
 `` *Well... *'' He admitted through his speakers, wishing maybe he had spent a little more time in church. `` *... Shit. *'' 
 
 `` What is your name?'' The voice came from behind him, he whirled around and bared his talons, but did not engage his camo. A group of forty people stood there. Clad in leathers and fur and steel. carrying axes, spears, shields and things he could n't identify. At two and a half meters he stood taller then the tallest of them. 
 
 But behind them, further on behind them were more people, stretching as far as his sensors could resolve. Men and women from all eras and all walks of life. American and Japanese soldiers from World War Two stood next to Roman legionnaires, who were next to Zulu warriors. Vikings, Aztec warriors, men in brightly dyed European uniforms and a man he knew from carvings must be King Phillip, of Iroquois fame. Behind them, further behind them were men and women so massive they straddled the sky. 
 
 `` I asked you your name'' The man said again. 
 
 `` *Ah... *'' He replied through his speakers. `` *Ahh, I'm Lokiborn. *'' 
 
 `` I did not ask what you called yourself, metal man, I asked you your name.'' 
 
 Lokiborn paused. He'd not spoken his birth name in years. `` *Thomas, Thomas Ziess. *'' 
 
 `` Congratulations, Lokiborn.'' The man replied, using his preferred name. `` You will be the last Einherjar to join us.'' 
 
 `` *I do n't understand. *'' 
 
 The older man next to the first one who spoke was the one who spoke this time. `` It is the final battle. It is The Wolf Time. The time of Cloven Shields. Brother has been set upon brother and over this next battle even Gods will die.'' 
 
 `` *What about us? *'' 
 
 `` We are already dead.'' The old man replied. `` What do we have to fear?'' 
 
 `` *Then what is going on. *'' Lokiborn continued. `` *If I am the last to join you, where is the enemy we are to fight? *'' 
 
 `` Over there.'' The old man pointed, where had once been an empty field was now teaming with row after row of warriors, giants and beasts. 
 
 `` **Einherjar! **'' The younger man suddenly bellowed. `` It is time! For Odin! For Asgard! For Our *Brothers*!!!'' He roared, the endless ranks of once human warriors bellowing along with him as they surged forward. 
 
 Lokiborn looked from side to side as his sensors began to pick out features in the opposing ranks, processors highlighting the best routs of attack. As the Einherjar began to flow around him he flexed his talons and engaged his camo. 
 
 `` *Fuckin' sweet. *''
