“They try to test our spirit” “They will taste steel, before we are done” “Strong we remain forever” “Never to rest, until our kingdom’s won” All is black. Black as the filth that covers us all. No visuals. All is black. “I once did believe and I once did care” “’Know my wrath, know me’ I would proudly exclaim” “Now I look back and I shake my head in abhorrence” “Now who knows me, Faceless who hath no name” All is black. Black as the filth that we all are. A ripple of water-like clear liquid can be seen for an instant until the ripples slowly cease and nothingness covers all. All is black. Lightning cracks the blackness in half and our new scene blankets open. It is night. The stars are lit up bright in the sky and over there is a bright and breathtaking full moon. The immediate surroundings include a layer of dirt and stones that make up our ground. To our right is a wall of smashed up old cars, same to our left. Straight ahead we move now as a figure comes into view. Soaked in blackness like our minds are soaked with immorality, this silhouette remains motionless. ”To know me, is to know the insides of your very own inner most fears and to be able to chew them up like rotten soulpiss and spew them back into the faces of the masses. Your poisoned minds and this regurgitated propaganda work together like well oiled apparatuses of slavery. That only makes sense though, because what do you think poisoned your minds in the first place? To know me, is to know all ends of sin and all beginnings of virtue. Faceless who hath no name.” This ominous black figure walks over to the wall of smashed up cars and he pries open the door with a crowbar. The door swings open and the figure smashes the window of the door for no obvious reason before he drops the crowbar. The silhouette, now staring into the car. ”Go now. Warn them of a time long passed and let them know of this stench we call truth. Advise the world what it means to really, really know. Council the young ones and prepare them for the unspeakable. Faceless has spoken.” The figure reaches in to the car with one arm and pulls somebody out by the leg. The person hits the ground with a thud, looking up at the figure in fear. ”Faceless bestows a sign unto you. You will never be able to forget.” The figure reaches up and behind his back, drawing a glistening Katana blade in his right hand. The person on the ground begins to beg for mercy and starts to cry the words “no, please. Not that!”. ”Not this you plead? Very well, your wish is granted. Faceless spares you this pain.” The person slowly starts to get up as the ominous black figure places the Katana behind his back again. The person on the ground now quickly turns around and starts running away. The black figure reaches to his hip with his left hand and draws his second weapon of choice, a sub machine 9mm. He blasts away. A scream is heard. The scream dies. Being that the person had already ran out of our view, we don’t get the privilege of seeing their untimely demise. We do see the black figure place the weapon back on his hip and his shoulders begin to shake, almost as if he is laughing deeply. ”The fool. A prime example of how never being satisfied can lead to your own selfish end, as well as the end of your selfishness. The fool. He should have been happy with the Katana. He would have been able to walk away. Faceless punishes beggers.” The black figure stands tall now as a single crack of lightning hits in the near skies. For an instant we catch a glimpse of this man, covered in black clothing. The clothing is tight and appears to be some sort of cloth-like material. Every inch of this man is covered, not one speck of his skin can be seen. His face is also covered entirely with a tight black mask that almost resembles that of some sort of ninja, but with no holes for the eyes, nose, or mouth. Clearly the mask is of a material that allows the man inside of it to see out, even though we cannot see in. The figure walks over to the wall of crushed cars and takes something that was hanging from one of the mirrors. It’s a long black cloak with a hood that the figure pulls up and over his head. Now resembling some sort of druid, the figure folds his hands together and the entire scene vanishes in the blink of an eye. The figure can still be seen for an instant, almost as if he is floating in a state of limbo before… All is black. The figure is gone. No sound remains. Nothingness takes over. All is black.