In dark times of conflict and strife, of warmongering and spite, what allegiance do you choose? Which side will you opt to lay your honour with? Whose coat of arms will you bear? Or will you choose to tread the fine line between the scarred battleground, that picket fence around which poppies grow upon Flanders fields. Be wary though, as neutral as you may seem. The balancing act upon the fence also makes you an easy target for the snipers, vultures and thieves behind your back.