Story

In the desolated moors of  Khartadmocia, the behated ghost of war is still present. Two evil landowners which used to practice slavery and to traffic with human beings had long fallen in battle ‘cause they stepped over a banana peel and broke their head, but all war refugees were still there, looked after by the complex authomatic security systems: the Tankhauser-284834B-bis turrets and the very evil Grunge Wizards.

Khartadmocia‘s government, finally tyrants-free, is aching to free their refugees, but as in the civil war every soldier from the two parties died, they have to resort to the yellow pages to look for a nice, not very expensive mercenary. Luckily enough, Sgt. Helmet only fights for honor and duty, and while someone pays his vices, everything is alright. So, no second thoughts, he flies to Khartadmocia, to the aforementioned moors, which he’ll have to pass through while recovering each one of the fourty refugees still wandering around there…