15. August. 1997.
I, Halldór Magnússon was born
14. March. 2000.
My brother, Ragnar Magnússon was born
16. November. 2001.
Our mother, Anna Ísfold Kobeinsdóttir Dies in a car accident and our father does his best to keep us off the streets.
3. September. 2003. - 19. December. 2013.
School isn't easy when you're always moving from town to town, being the new kid and all. especially in christian schools, kids there despised Heathens (If there were any other reasons I didn't know) so there were always fights. The other kid often had a knife. I was never afraid of going bare fist in a knife fight, though I always ended up with a new scar, my hands were usually covered in bandages, the same goes for Ragnar as he always had my back and I his.
20. December. 2013.
Our father ended up in a gang-related accident. He was shot a few times in front of us and told us to get the fuck out of here. So we ran out of there and into the city, Reykjavík.
21. December. 2013 - 16. July. 2017.
The first few months weren't easy and we barely managed. We survive the winter and got our selfs involved in some bounty hunting. we were very successful, we had enough to buy food pay for shelter and make extra just in case. We started to make some reputation for ourselves and finally got a trustworthy contractor. He becomes our contractor for the next few years.
17. July. 2017. - 24. Januar. 2018
Our contractor gets a bit stressed, so I ask what's wrong, he says that his source is starting to lose a lot of control. Says he lost contact with his men and might need our help soon. A few months pass and he calls us to meet him. When we get there we see him sweating profusely and says that he lost all communication with his source then asks us to go east and check what happened and help if able, says we would be rewarded enough to retire. We accept, but of course, we needed to prepare for anything. A month passes as we pack our stuff and take the next plane to Sweden. It was very hard to find someone to fly us. Everyone seemed scared of going just about anywhere. No idea why.
25. Januar. 2018. - ?
Everything is in chaos in Sweden, so we go to the next auto shop to see everything was closed off, so we knocked on his door and a man peaks "What do you want!" we ask him if he has any cars for sale, he says a few but they are all very expensive, we buy the car anyway and head north through Finnland. The whole way back felt wrong in so many ways, empty cars on the road a lot of them crashed some of them off-road, smoke coming from everywhere, etc. and this goes on forever. We pass Finnland are already in Russia, When we finally arrive in Moscow we stare in awe as whole buildings have fallen, people walking like they had the longest workday and some of them eating the others of the ground, a lot of them start running after our car. "What the actual fuck just happened here". We find our destination and take a look around. The building is empty and looks like there was a big fight between a lot of people here. out of nowhere, I feel a huge pain at the back of my neck and everything going black.
I manage to open my eyes a few times but each time I'm in a different place. I end up waking up in a fishing boat with small housing over the wheel in the middle of the ocean, covered in blood and a dead man lying there. What I can make out I think this guy is the one we were supposed to help, Guess it's too late now. Now to get to shore somehow, I try to start the engine but it seems to be out of juice. I look around to find some gasoline, I do find a jerry can but there's hardly any left. I put the last drops into the engine and start it up, I drive the boat to what looks like the closest shore until it's out. "Damn, there must be at least 6 km to shore" I look around the boat for some food, I don't find anything except for half-eaten apple, I eat what's left and say: "Fuck it, I always wanted to do the Grettissund anyway" I jump in to the ocean and start swimming to shore. it takes me 5 hours to get there but got there none the less. "Now let's find my brother."