The scene unveils to reveal an old abandoned church building. The fluttering of wings is heard as a few doves have made their nests in the rafters of the church building. The lighting is dark with the exception of the light filling the space from a large hole in the top of the roof. The sound of footsteps echoes throughout the ancient church. The viewpoint turns down looking at the floor from the rafters. A black fedora is seen slowly walking across the center of the pews. Hysteria walks to the front of the church and stops right in front of the altar. He crosses his heart and kisses a cross necklace he's wearing. Hysteria begins snickering and chuckling.

Forgive me 'father,' for I have sinned. A lot quite frankly. Hehe. But I have also found a more powerful Higher Power. He has bestowed the title of The Prophet upon me. Which is more than I could ever say for you. You speak of honoring thy mother and father, but why would I honor the ones who made me as unstable as I am today? It's time, GOD. IT'S TIME FOR THE NEW REGIME TO TAKE PLACE!

Hysteria begins laughing wildly. He stands up and pushes the altar over. He whistles as the camera turns to see Gein walking in dragging a newer altar. The scraping across the floor would've bothered any normal person, but Hysteria just started bellowing in laughter as the altar approaches with slow, methodical pace with an eerie grin on his face.

Gein approaches the altar dragging the new one and wearing a strange hooded robe, not sporting the signature face paint that everyone is used to seeing. He clears his throat, before speaking.

"Brothers and sisters, fathers and mothers. Heed the call. Convert to the true religion. Your sanity is a lie, open up your eyes! Burn your bible books, Quran's and Torah's. Set yourself free, embrace it!"

Gein looks up at the ceiling and presses his hands together for the prayer.

Hysteria raises his hands to the skies as he begins strutting around. His movement leads him towards the altar that Gein has carried into the dark and desolate church. His laughter fills the entire void vibrating off of the columns and rafters before escaping out the unpatched hole in the ceiling.

All hail! The Higher Power of the utmost divinity has spoken! Those of you who connect your hand, palm-to-palm, and guide your gaze upon the skies above and utter 'JESUS.' Those of you who get down on your knees so many times a day. Those subjects... those people... those... misguided fools should perk up, listen up, I SAID LISTEN!

Hysteria pulls the altar to the center place upon the stage. He aligns it on the center of the stage. He reaches into his jacket and pulls out a large leather-bound book and sets it on the black, wooden altar. The altar has a donned white square with a dark black inkblot in which forms a different image according to who is viewing it. Hysteria begins thumbing the side of the altar as he stares into the abyss of the congregation.

One day... one day I will fill these pews. I will build this place of worship into a place that the spirit of The HIGHHHHER Power can appreciate and preach to us. His hallow voice will fill this void as the congregation falls to their knees in love and adoration. Even moronic nincompoops... hehe nincompoops... such as ICEman, VenomLESS, as Maverick calls him, and El Jinele would weep and fall to their knees in worship.

"Amen."

Gein looks at Hysteria for a second, then Hysteria nods at him, giving him permission to speak. Gein slowly starts making his way over to the altar, as Hysteria steps back.

"Dear Higher Power, let us cleanse the lying filth of this earth, such as Iceman and eradicate mendacious bigots like Venomless from the world we live in today. Let your undying might fuel us in the struggle between the unintellectual ignorant men who dare oppose us and the believers of the true higher power. In death we die in your name, on your soil and willingly. Amen."

Hysteria backsteps over to Gein and places a hand on the head of Gein. He raises his other hand as Gein bows his head.

Dear Power on High, may you make amends with this young vessel and fill his intentions only with those of your will. After you proclaimed my vessel a prophet to your Power, you rained down a symphony of praise of one young Gein and bestowed a name of equal valor for his duties. Hehe duties. The name he issued was...


THE MARTYR!

Now stand my fellow child and unleash havoc upon the Earth as a child of The Higher Power.

"There is no more Gein. The darkest depths of my mind have been cleansed and I can see the light. Starting at Wargames, there will only be me. *Mickey "The Martyr" Manson.* You can trust me on that. I will obey the word of the prophet and believe in the Higher Power fully."

The newly proclaimed "Martyr" drops his cloak on the floor to reveal an expensive three piece suit. He turns to Hysteria.

"Now then, let's get down to business, shall we?"

Hysteria seems pleased with the transformation from Gein to the now proclaimed 'Martyr.' As soon as Mickey says that statement, an envelope slowly falls through the hole in the roof and flutters down before landing on the altar directly in front of Hysteria. Hysteria stares up at the hole for a few seconds before picking up the envelope addressed to Hysteria and Gein. Hysteria opens it up and begins reading aloud.

Greetings and salutations!

It is I, Evertrust, and it is imperative that we meet in person as soon as possible. Trust me when I say that we've already got Maverick, Horseman and Venomous beat; but I'd personally enjoy taking that a step further and putting on a spectacle that will be unforgettable. Seeing as we are up against a trio that is virtually useless and inept, it is up to us to turn this moment into something that is remembered in the eye of history as being truly mystical. Let us create our own personal challenge in the absence of any viable challenge being presented by our opposition. I am including an attachment that contains an address I can be found at. Do not reply. Should you accept, simply show up.

I'll be waiting.

Aih, Ehyvior^rys

Or however he says that name.

Well that certainly will be a spectacle! What do you say, Gein? Ready to be a lab rat in Evertrust's little game?

The Martyr takes a long deep breath before replying.

"If that is what the Higher Power wants, I will deliver. I will die in the name of the Higher Power for I am The Martyr... What does thy prophet think of this? Does thy Prophet agree?"

He violently shakes his head.

"No, it is of the first commandment that I must not hesitate or question the will of the undying one. Let us follow this mysterious man and pray that he has the same intentions in mind."

Hysteria begins laughing wildly as he goes back up to the altar. He looks around at the masses of empty seats. He reads the location once again.

The congregation for The Higher Power shall be quenched, but for now... we shall dine in the halls of Evertrust. Evertrust, we are coming. By the sacrelidge of The Higher Power, we shall dine in the blood of our foes whence we conquer them in absolute dominance. Dost thou agreest, Martyr?

"I agree! For it is not fools and horses. It is a liar, a fool and a horse! How dare thou challenge us? For it is us that will soon end your miserable existence in the establishment that is the X of the WF. How dare thou cross us? Pathetic creatures. Uneducated ingrates."

The Martyr spits on the floor in disgust.

"We shall lead the crusade against all injustice and travesties."

We have spoken and all that is left is for you to listen. Open your ears. Open your eyes. Take in the aroma of uncertainty and bask in the Bastille of brutality. Open your arms and take in the madness that envelopes you. Fools, liars, and corruption lend me your ear. We welcome all shapes and all sizes. There's always a place for you in...

The Asylum.