It was December 4th, 1739, and the winter winds were whipping madly across the English moors. They fields were empty apart from a single solitary house on the edge of a forest. It was in this house that Robert Reisch and his family lived.
Robert Reisch and his family were gathered around their rough wooden table, eating a thin sort of soup. Having very little manners, they were also slurping rather loudly. Though of course, what's the point of manners when there is no one around to appreciate them?
Robert Reisch had five children, three girls and two boys, and he needed all of them, for his income was very low, and they did odd jobs in the town 5 miles from their house. They were, however still, a rather happy family. Robert's oldest son, Rudyard, was especially helpful, for he was payed rather a high salary (For the Reisch family anyway), and he was bound to be successful.
It was June 4th, 1822, and Rudyard Reisch was lying on his deathbed, spitting out his last words. "Walker, kill Walker!". They were cherished and hung high on a plaque in the Reisch estate. Nobody really knew what these words meant, nobody, that is, besides his son Frederick, who knew exactly what Rudyard was talking about. Unfortunetly, Frederick was not nearly as proficient with money as his father, and he soon wasted it all on fruitless business endeavours, and he died at the age of 66, soon after his son Ferdinand was born. He did pass the message to his wife, though, who later told his son.
"Walker, kill Walker!"
