Death of Mankind 2K7 presents: The End of the Begining
>The begining of the end<

Atlantis...
Egypt...
Rome...
Thoth...

Wonderland...

All things have a definitve shape. Size is variable. However the shape of it all remains the same. Of course there are those out there who say I'm big, and you're small, but if you break into me far enough you'll find that I am made of the same things you are. Not only am I made of the same tiny things as you, but the universe and all universes. This is the foundation... of immortality.



The doors opened wide and Hatter Madigan stood before the blackness, his wrist blade ready to slice the first mother fucker that reached out of the darkness. Behind him the chill autumn wind blew as night crept slowly over him and that particular part of the world.

Hatter smelled fear as well as a scent that had long been forgotten among the ashes of time and space. 'Could it really be?' He thought to himeself as he stepped slowly into the nothing.

His soft footsteps echoed off the wooden floor beneath him, he counted the light clicks as he stepped. "1.........2....." he began, but paused a moment when he thought he heard footsetps behind him. He put a little thought behind the silence before smiling beneath his hat as he began his counting again, picking up where he left off.

"3............4..." he continued but wheeled around in time.

*CREEEEEEE-THOOM!*

"Shut the door... how clever." he muttered to himself just as the candle lights flared to life. Illuminating the room wholly. A grand entrance hall complete with golden staircase, and an ancient altlantean tile wall, floor. The grandest sight however was when one gazed to the heavens to see a beautifully hand painted Michaelangelo ceiling.

"5, 6 Time for a crucifix!" Boomed the loud voice of the large man in the cloak. Hatter sniffed the air and quickly spun on his heels taking the heads of two henchmen with him as he drew his blade through their necks. The cloaked figure slowly made his way down the stairs, watching in awe as Hatter Madigan thrust his blade into all thirteen of his henchmen before he himself reached the floor at the bottom of the sprial staricase. He walked hagridly towards Hatter, hunched and feeble appearing.

Hatter raised his blade for self defense and stared at the hooded figure, that scent was so familiar but he couldn't place it. He just could not remember where that smell came from. In all his life he could not recall the familiar scent unless...

The hunched over man in the black cloak sprang to life and threw back the hood, erecting to his full six-foot, seven inch frame and moving quickly wrapping an enourmous hand around Hatter's neck. Madigan's feet were clear off the ground as the beast man threw him backwards.

Hatter flew into a marble pedistal that didn't break and was on his feet in no time, dashing towards his blade on the floor, he reached it just in time to catch a boot to the face from the much larger of two men that sent Madigan fling in yet another direction.

The man enshrouded in darkness laughed with the most demonic sound Hatter had ever heard. A deep and trembling voice that echoed throughout the ancient mansion.

"Who dares defile my home?" The man questioned standing over Madigan.