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In a dark black room, a faint light illuminates a fog, and in that fog, the only thing visible is a set of white circuler eyes with black dots in their centers, a figure takes shape, and as he walks out of the fog he is seen.
His mask is black, the large white eyes stand out, allmost tribal like designs across the brows and forehead down to the bridge of the nose, the mouth is red and looks like a well oiled machine, ready to rip anything that got in its way, the teeth looked like blades, and the inner mouth was like a abyss where nothing could escape. His long black hair dangled around the mask, going down to his neck.
He was wearing a black leather jacket, large metal spikes attached on the shoulders and arms, a simple black shirt underneath with the words -FOLLOW THE LEADER- written in blood red on the front, he also was wearing black pants boots and gloves, on the left hand glove, the word Save is written, for those he might spare, on the right hand glove, Kill is written, for those who stand in his way.
He stared into the camera as it zoomed in on him and he spoke, his voice was deep like a bass.
"You can't kill.....what...won't..die...
Follow The Leader." izalith said as everything faded to black.
And in an instant, just before it ended, izaliths face, or rather his mask took up the entire screen, shaking violently, the fog was red now, Izalith roared like a raging beast as it cut to black.
His mask is black, the large white eyes stand out, allmost tribal like designs across the brows and forehead down to the bridge of the nose, the mouth is red and looks like a well oiled machine, ready to rip anything that got in its way, the teeth looked like blades, and the inner mouth was like a abyss where nothing could escape. His long black hair dangled around the mask, going down to his neck.
He was wearing a black leather jacket, large metal spikes attached on the shoulders and arms, a simple black shirt underneath with the words -FOLLOW THE LEADER- written in blood red on the front, he also was wearing black pants boots and gloves, on the left hand glove, the word Save is written, for those he might spare, on the right hand glove, Kill is written, for those who stand in his way.
He stared into the camera as it zoomed in on him and he spoke, his voice was deep like a bass.
"You can't kill.....what...won't..die...
Follow The Leader." izalith said as everything faded to black.
And in an instant, just before it ended, izaliths face, or rather his mask took up the entire screen, shaking violently, the fog was red now, Izalith roared like a raging beast as it cut to black.
