>>20111404"Their leader is a smart man, without a doubt, but not smart enough to keep his own mind in check. His judgment is forever clouded by the lingering hatred that lurks deep within the empty sack in him that he calls a heart. Soon, that which is lively will be impossible to distinguish from that which is lifeless. Everything about them screams corruption on their own part, the prophecy has hallowed these events to occurring, it is no longer up to fate to decide what happens to them, it was always in the cards, as true destiny."
The enigmatic leader picks up a small figure from his desk, a boy, "Let them. I say. Let them play silly games, once they're defeated, there's nothing stopping us from striking right then and there, obliterating them when they are at their weakest, and taking everything they once called theirs. It is only a matter of time, a matter of waiting for them to construct the opposition on their own, so that we may swipe it when the time is true."
Finally getting the gist of things, the flunky applauds his glorious master, "Wow, good job boss! I woulda never thought it myself! Err, we should be getting ready though.. I've spied on them, it's gonna come around the end of the week. In the event that the prophecy is overturned somehow, we have to have a back-up plan!"
"And we do. Have faith in this old vessel, I still have a number of tricks up my sleeve. The ginger menace and his army of goons shall only know what true beauty is...
when they see it in the cold, dead eye of its beholder."A figure resembling Prism Tower is flicked by Red Eyes, it topples over with ease.
