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Woof.
(Chaos. In my dreams, I face the coming storm. She is wild, and tameless. She is ferocious, and powerful. Her winds will move mountains, and her lighting sparks revolution. But from the destruction, new hope can spring. There is no doubt the Dog will use all his influence to retain his authority, but he must know that the will of those who stand against him cannot be matched.
Chaos. In teams of four, eight will come. One by one they walk into hell, into combat, into war. Be they Bosses, or Widowmakers. Have they Hope, or covetous greed. Be they sound of body, or unsound of mind. Truthfully, it matters not. Yet still, it matters more than they will ever know. No strangers to these fights, nor strangers to each other, only one outcome can be possible.
Mother... I sense our time together is coming to an end. There is no saying what will become of me at the end of this chaos. I do not know where I will stand, or if I will stand at all. I have done my best to spare you from this, but it grows less evident every moment exactly when our time together will cease. I am sorry, mother I do not know. What I do know is that the saying is wrong:
Chaos is not a ladder. It is a steel cage.)
