Why So Serious?

A cold winter's night, where rain fell upon the pane... why, what a cliche way to begin a tale. It was not winter, it was not raining, it was just a night like any other, at least in thought. He was thinking of all the minds that were on the other side of the cage's walls. How he yearned to free their dreams and them of their chains and burdens. He would offer a haven of a world full of joy and fame. However, this was becoming a truth with everyday, and less of a false promise.

"Twisted tongues and false truths." Kabuto said aloud. His hand rested on the metal bar of the gate that stood in his way. They were just outside the walls of the infamous asylum. "Your fans are just beyond these walls." He told his ally, for he believes it was true. "If you want to start a crowd, first you have to start a riot."

But perhaps that would be for a later date.

He looked up at the top of the gate, only to see barbwire. It was no doubt that his simple enough to work to their goals. However, with how they stood that that moment, it was not the time. "Brilliant indeed." Kabuto said with a smirk. Feeding the ego was enough fuel to get his machine to work. But this was not a two-man job.

"However we are only planning the party." Kabuto began metaphorically. "We'll need party favors as well as some help from the others." And so... the first mission of Snake was beginning to develop.