It is late evening, a lone motorcyclist crosses the Nevada state line. Driving onward his memories return to his early days as a member of the Legion, and of his times with Adam and Icxz.

Icxz, ready yourself. Adam, prepare the catapualts, this tower goes down and we break free tonight.

is this really happening? Are you that insane to cross Corax and head to the over world?

Yeah, I'm with Icxz on this on Karn, Corax finds out, all tree of us will be quartered, ressed, and quartered again.

Can it you two, the confines of Hell is far too dull for the likes of us. There is a whole playground for us to mingle with, and it starts tonight.

The Stranger pulls arside at a gas station to fuel up and buy a cigarettes.

That story is rather touching little brother, The arrogant older brother causing the meek younger to run and hide. Thie cold truth is that it is true but one fact, you will never prevail. I surpass you on every level.

Telling stories has always been a means to inspire and build hope, so it's with delighted heart I say that our story will be found in the horror section at the library. The atrocities I shall commit against you will be nothing short of a NC-17 gore fest. Your bones will shatter and your blood will flow like the Mississippi River. That mask you wear will soon be ingrained into your face, and your scalp will adorn my wall.

Why little brother do you choose love over lunacy? The feelings that swell with butterflies, the rush of warmth overtaking taking your every being will only drag you into a pit far worse than the 1001 tortures of Arabia. But you have had your chance, it's gone, and now there is nothing stopping me from annihilating you into oblivion. Drezdin is of no concern, your fair love is of no consequence, and you life will be confiscated by the sole surviving Hound of Havoc.

It is at your defeat by my hands, The Legion of Lunacy will be resurrected as your life force becomes mine. There will be fear, there will be pain, there will be tears, and there will be corpses. The time is at hand little brother, destruction and sorrow will be the new way of life. Chaos will consume them all and you will not live to see the day. Perhaps I shall make Hope the vessel of the Indigo Children and begin my reign as the Harbinger of Insanity.

Long live Karnevil.