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Darkness crept upon the land, twisting, corrupting. Peril was washing over but we were blind… The people danced and laughed their days away ignoring the signs. But there were those that listened, those who saw the horrors to come.

Destiny of heroes was thrust upon them on a night like any other. Deep in the woods, far away from prying eyes the story began as our heroes met each other. The woods were to shelter them from unwanted company, but there they were, vulnerable, naked, confused. Their eyes met. A bond was struck in that moment, destiny was born. No words were needed, a path to be taken was clear. Together they set out to rid the world of evils.

Battles too gruesome to recall were plenty. Many great men fell, and our heroes were pursued mercilessly through the woods, but they continued to evade, always on the run, always looking over their shoulder. Friends were made along the way and lost in unfortunate circumstances. Weathered through the perils, through countless deaths and betrayals, our heroes marched on knowing well what would follow, what would befall this world if they stopped. They persevered, grew closer and stronger.

In time they came upon another survivor. Frail, scared and helpless he cowered at the mere sight of the world. Throwing caution to the wind he was accepted into the fold.

Their adventures continued as they marched through the land. Stronger and more powerful than ever, but little did they know, envy was festering in their midst. On an especially dangerous night when hope seemed to fail them, against overwhelming odds they stood strong, but the day seemed lost. It was then the father descended upon them in a wave of white light he washed away the evils of this world. He gazed into the souls of our heroes and saw the salvation.

The father was David Carradine as they would come to know him later. With his infinite wisdom, he was waiting for the heroes to come, to show them the way of the white. And so mBiw was born. A brotherhood to withstand the test of time, and act as a shield against all evil, and the matriarchy. The initiations were gruelling and lasted for months but in the end the heroes bathed in the white of the father. One was excluded. Zenyr was not invited to dance in the light of the white. While our heroes protested, they trusted the father and the father trusted them. To spare the feeling of their brother, Zenyr was spared the news. The trio continued as if nothing had happened, but something was off, an uneasy feeling hung over them for some time now.

One day our heroes returned after a successful hunt to find the father hanging with a belt on his neck. Reality broke our heroes; the world was crumbling all around them. Their father was the light in this dark world, a voice of reason, and just like that he was gone. Never have they felt more lost but they couldn’t rest, they were being chased to the ends of the world. Zenyr seemed to take it well, almost too well.

Our heroes wandered the world, lost, broken. Their bond began to disintegrate but they knew the mission, their destiny. They continued the way of the white, perfected it. Woods had given them enough time to master the arts of the master. But they never felt the same, never satisfied, safe. They didn’t even feel like brothers.

After some time Zenyr had returned but something was different. He maintained his silence, but something smelled wrong. He had been bathed in the white of someone else. The stench of betrayal. Like a true ♥♥♥♥♥ he maintained his silence. It didn’t take long before the two sides were pitted against each other. The woods grew smaller with new travellers fleeing danger. But they didn’t want to share or cooperate, they wanted to dominate.

There were more of them, the odds were overwhelming, but our heroes stood their ground, beating them all off one by one. It was then they saw standing against them, Zenyr had joined the other side. He had betrayed them. But for what? Recognition? Fame? Perhaps he was betrayed for being left behind, but it mattered little now. Our heroes reeling from betrayal fought even harder, they recalled the bond that had moulded them into men and they had succeeded in demolishing the enemy. Not all were spared but some fled like wounded children, crying hysterically for their mother’s teats. Zenyr was too spared out of mercy. Our heroes thought it was a mistake to let so many weaklings go, after all they would be picked off by the evils of this world. They were too weak, too stupid to continue.

Descendants of Prometheus they called themselves as they crawled back into their sewers. Out of shame they banded together and claimed victory for those who returned. They decided to take their lies to the grave. As our heroes continued to rid the world of evils, DoP continued to rot in the sewers, singing the praises of their grandeur but always fearing to wander out of their sewers. Zenyr had managed to gain some recognition. He was a brother before, now merely an underling among the vermin. Perhaps he wanted to be king, but his betrayal always followed him, never potent enough to perform.

With time, Descendants of Prometheus faded into dust. Failure to leave their sewers, cowering under the weight of the world led to inbreeding and hideous mutations. They killed themselves instead of facing their shame.

This is just one of the many stories from the lives of our heroes. Until this day, they continue to rid the world of evils, they had persevered and their bond grew stronger. The betrayal and impotence of Zenyr are but mere memories, a drop in the ocean.

When the world needs heroes, you can rest assured the brothers of mBiw will be there!