Much like the big bang theory, somewhere far, far away, a madman’s melodic composition brings a parallel universe into existence. But this place is not like ours. There are tyrannical ninjas that command legions of mercenaries. There are Russian oligarch’s that rule the world with fear and poverty. There are sadistic tycoons that aspire to Shakespearean greatness. You see, in this world the madman’s fantasy roams free. In this world violence is art and art is violence. In this world gun play extravaganzas and elaborate kung fu sequences are theatrical masterpieces put on for the masses. And in this world death is a grand concert put on for the Kings and Queens hovering over the skies. Oh no, this is not like our world at all. This is the madman’s melodic composition. This is his Ode to Torment.

But alas, the sweet tune nears its triumphant end. And from the depths of depths, from the mouth of obscurity, a single note, hanging there unwavering, awakens something dark and truly sinister, something evil and full of hate. ‘Ware, folk of this strange land, a devil comes. The devil He comes.