A man sits in a dusk lit room leafing through something resembling a Bible. He spoke and it was written in blood - scribed by men with hearts of steel. He arches his neck, straining from the long days and nights. Sleep would do him good - but the others are not resting and he cannot risk falling behind. His dark eyes peer though a set of glasses created to block the sun, but there is no sun - he makes Miles Davis look like the kid with no date at the prom. His nappy hair is trimmed so perfectly it looks like it was painted on with a stencil. He reaches for a glass full of warm amber liquid, but instead chooses to grab the tall bottle sitting next to it and he takes a long drink and finishes what liquor was remaining - he then smashes the bottle over a red, blue, and gray symbol resembling a flying head of a 17th century American soldier. "Fuck...them," he mutters under his breathe.
Another man standing in the room hears The Black Badasses' utterance and he chuckles. He is a jolly man, with rimmed lined glasses that he wears to look intelligent. His book is much simpler, but just as important. He is learning to speak in different tongues in order for his men to better understand his war plan. He glances at a tree outside the window. Soon it will be barren as the world around it hibernates and the air freezes. His plan is much different than the Dark Man, but his goal is the same. Defend his title. "We play on fucking ice" he thinks to himself as a Number 8 flashes through his daydream. This causes him to bury his head in his hand, and he begins rubbing his temples. He too reaches for a drink but his is in the form of a can. A loud crack and fizz is heard as he opens his cold beverage - and proceeds to down the frigid liquid and smash the can on his head, causing a stream of blood to run down his cheek and drip onto his page. He turns to the other man and with a lisp asks him "are you ready?"
They stand up, head butt each other, and then run out of the room screaming. They are ready, their men are ready, are you fucking ready?
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