Enemies surrounded me, but I dispatched them with relative ease. Having risen from the dead and granted a powerful weapon, only one thing was on my mind: revenge. Anybody or anything that stood in my way was cut down in a whirlwind of fury, blood and blades. Not even the Gods themselves could stop me -- or perhaps in this case, ordinary men with rocket launchers.

This is the world of God of War. It's also the world of Marlow Briggs: The Mask of Death.