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==How comics can change everything...==

'''Mark Harrigan''' used to be a [[Firefighter]] in the city of [[Malton]], a man who did his job because it was necessary for the safety of the community. He did his job well and efficiently and without much concern about his own safety. He was a normal guy doing what had to be done day to day to make the city a better place for all - including his own family. 

...Then, the outbreak changed everything.

After his whole family was killed, his house was burned to the ground and all of his friends and relatives were either dead or rising to a caricature of human life, Mark found himself one day hanging out in a bar, which was the only building left untouched by the undead hordes of [[Zombie|walking corpses]] in the streets of his suburb. 

He was tired and exhausted because he had continued to fight the many fires all over the place in Malton in order to help the [[survivor]]s finding some places to hide. It seemed to be an endless and futile fight, though, and he eventually declared this bar to his very own safehouse, since the bottles of fine American Whiskey promised enough opportunity to forget the madness raging out in the streets. 

Mark actually began thinking of committing suicide since everything had lost any meaning: his life, his profession, his dreams and plans, even his memories. All the faces he remembered - his father, his Mom, his girlfriend, his son, even his cat... in his dreams they always changed into horrible grimaces attached to wounded, bloody bodies walking towards him while trying to snatch at him... 
before he woke up, covered in cold sweat. Suicide seemed the only option with some sense left to do in this place that once was his city and now was a nightmarish place beyond human understanding.

One night, Mark sat down for a few shots of Elijah Craig, his favorite Whiskey, throwing his firefighter's helmet into a corner - and for the first time since the outbreak he started to ransack the kitbag he had carried over from his old house. 

Among some personal things he found some of the comic books his little son had loved so much...

As the drink kicked in, he said to himself that since this kitbag was all that was left from his old life, he had to find a reason to live among the things this bag contained... because that was the only place left to look for a reason at all – and if he wouldn't find a reason here, then this night at the lonely bar would be the end of the road for him.

It was already early in the morning when he was thru two-thirds of the bottle and he started to read one of the comics from his son. It was about [http://marvel.wikia.com/wiki/Frank_Castle_(Earth-616) Frank Castle, the Punisher...].

==Reborn...==
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[[image:Punisher_02.jpg|thumb|left|It's a One Man War against those who are responsible]]
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...when the sun started to shine through the windows, the bottle was empty and Mark Harrigan had found a reason to live on. 

His son loved this comic character for a reason, Mark thought, and Frank Castle was someone who he - as all kids - adored as a real hero. His son obviously could make the difference between cowardice which changes nothing and dedication to a personal way of finding those who are responsible. The comic character lost his entire family – just like Mark. Frank Castle had to make a decision in the comics when all whom he loved were killed by some raging criminals – as Mark had to make a decision after losing his entire family. He looked to the windows which were bathed in golden sunlight and he said to himself: 

''"Someone has to be responsible for all this and all who are responsible will be punished. God had his chance and didn't use it since he allowed something to happen which shouldn't happen at all in this world. Now it's my time... a time without mercy for those who let this happen!"''

That morning, when firefighter Mark Harrigan dozed off in the sunlight in the little bar in Malton, something happened again in the city, something as serious as the outbreak of the virus. A man who thought about suicide was formed into a ''One Man Army'' by reading his son's comics – and this changed these comics into the holy legacy of his son, who seemed to tell his Dad through the colourful pages ''Go on and be my hero, Dad – make'em pay for our death... make'em pay dearly'...''

He now takes it upon himself to distribute punishment to those responsible for the zombie outbreak. Currently he doesn't know the cause for the outbreak of the virus, but he is starting to pick up a trail and if you are reading this and you had anything to do with the outbreak, then you should better start running and leave this place as soon as possible. 

But it won't matter much – he'll find you anyway serving as judge, jury, and executioner in his mission to find those in Malton who did something terribly wrong.[[Image:Punisher_04.jpg|center|250px]]


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=The War Journal=

''coming soon...''


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