The Corpse is a Hobbesian nightmare: men engaging in constant warfare without any kind of central authority; which is just how the cold-blooded killers of Geist Korps like it. Let the Blacks and the Blues, the Greens and the Reds settle for scraps of ancestral territory; let the other interloper gangs fight to impress clients; Geist Korps endures the slaughter to train an army of conquest, to forge a sword that cleaves through all opposition.