The day of reckoning has arrived. Like a fine mist, it crept up in the night. Subtle at first, barely noticeable. Peaceful even. You reveled in its protective nature. You thought the mist was yours because you created it to protect yourself. Such pride, such power! But it's thicker now, isn't it. You can see the M0nst3r that lies beneath and it terrifies you. This mist, a creation of your image - is unstoppable. It's unstoppable because it knows your every weakness, your every nightmare. It's not a man's world anymore and you have no one to blame but yourself.