Myth: The Fallen Lords (Demo) It is a cold winter day, but only in the computer. My soldiers have been decimated, mostly by friendly fire from a sadistic dwarf, but I am still confident of victory; the dwarf swallowed one of his own Molotov cocktails. No one remaining is uninjured, but my soldiers are battle hardened. Off in the distance I see something large and gray. “Last guy looks easy. Go kill him so I can play.” My younger brother is a convincing snake. The Trow kicks my small band to pieces. Hope flees and so does my brother.