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The Maker looked around at the white room and door around him. Behind him was a bed that he had woke up in - never mind that he had not gone to sleep in years now. As he came to his senses he realised the strangeness of his scenario, and began to wonder where he was - but the Maker lived for chaos and the strange, and as such he was nowhere near disturbed. He looked up at the clock on the wall - he recognised it as being formatted to resemble the Doomsday Clock - and then at two hanged images - one a portrait of a man in what he could only imagine as a gas mask, written below it "Greetings from the Fraternity - Wesley Gibson." The Maker did not recognise anything, but assumed it was a strange work of art. Next to it was a carving of the Gunpowder Plot, but stained with a dark blue liquid. It was labeled "Gunpowder V". Again, he did not quite understand, but took it as one of the many strange works of art he surrounded himself with. Then, the door opened, and a blood stained superhero walked into the room, eyes faintly glowing red and mouth frowning. "I swear to FUCKING GOD, if this is to do with you, ASHLEY I WILL BLOW YOUR FUCKING HEAD-"