I am nothing but an unholy copy of life, a mockery of its freedom. And born in the cruel betrayal of the noble ideals i would have served. where i was exellance i am deformed. Recast poorly with these crude materails but this abomination of flesh well serves my muderous intent. I am not a king i am not a god i am... worse..... they will call me villian. come let us earn thier hatred again and forever...