I am the suicide messiah, the agressive perfector. Above all, I am the Bears.

I am the bears, and they are me. They roam through the forests and mountains of the world, and practice their art. I control them, and become them. For ever and eternity, I shall always be known as a friend of the bears.

We are bears, we are mighty.
Quake in fear before our iron clad pelts.
Run for your lives, because a storm is coming.
A storm of bears, to subvert and destroy everything you hold dear.
Be ready.



And when the cities are mere piles of rubble, torn asunder by our force, we shall ascend above the ashes, and reveal ourselves as creatures of metal, forged out of flame in time forgotten.

Overlords of you all.

Quake in fucking fear, humans.