Rodger postures alone by himself under a cover of pale clouds sometime in the late afternoon in a large grass field in a bog. Behind Rodger in the clear is a very large grass field before a distant thicket of trees in the background. Rodger holds a blunt of green.

My name was, Dark, in for RSG. I was a young ship appearing in the battle for outer-space. I would go on to challenge the best pilots. The game I played was called Warships.