Once upon a time there was a vicious wolf... He lived in a forest bereft of light, where even the smallest of rays of sunshine are mute. The soil he trod on was as black as his fur and as cold as his soul. Beneath the trees he lurked, and only left his domain to feed. The most cunning of predators does not chase down its prey, but brings the prey to it. As legend goes, the wolf would lure the sheep which he often feasted on into his lair...with promises of the greenest of grass, and the freshest of herbs, knowing that the sheep, always sought out the next best thing. And as one sheep goes, so do many others. Some in blind bliss, others seeking revenge for the unfortunate meals. All meeting the same doom. The same piercing ivory fangs, the same yellow glare from the shadows, the same unhinged pain. Though the great architect of these ingenious plots, the wolf was still a wolf... And no wolf is ever truly alone. There is a myth, that when facing innumerable odds, his pack would come creeping out of the mist. But by the time they were detected, it was far too late. There is no other myth shrouded in so much mystery. I say 'myth' because, there are never any survivors when the pack makes an appearance. Against the wolf there is little hope...against the wolf and his pack...there can be no victory. It is said they still prowl in the shadows, you can still hear the bleating cries from the unlucky, echoing through eternity... It is said the pack is growing in size and strength. And disappearances and deaths are escalating into all out assaults on entire herds. The true identity can only be speculated, but the claims that MickeyKnocks and I.S.S are the wolf and pack behind these vicious slaughters is backed by pools of blood and mountains of evidence. Will we ever know the truth? Or will it sneak up behind us and sink warm fangs into our necks? Beware the darkness, for with every victory of the light, it is the dark that wins... I.S.S C¥N