12-11-2013, 09:44 AM
The shot pans in to a silhouette. A muffled voice of a man whispers through the surrounding blackness. The rest of the shot holds emptiness whilst a stench as bad corpses lingers.
"Eventually shadows shall suffocate those who resent the men of honour. The war shall rage on as rebellions continue to spark repeatedly. Is it really the honour of destroying the Black Circle's dishonesty and corruption that these rebellions want or is it the glory? The glory of saying, it was I who defeated
, it was I who defeated John Madison, it was I who ended the Black Circle. For weeks and weeks, men have lingered to say, it shall be I who does the impossible, who ends the reign of terror that the Black Circle holds..."The man sighs, the silhouette's head shaking.
"It is time we come to grips with the fact that perhaps, we don't really stand a chance. The blanket of darkness shall continue to cover the light on every single one of us. Something must be done, and I want to encourage everyone to do something... But enough of your personal glory, the war that rages on must be ended for honour. If such thing truly still exists within this company any more... The Circle must know though, that eventually... All Men Must Fall."
The shot crackles as if it has lost signal, a scream can be heard in the background.
Fades.