Traffic was being disrupted. Vehicles were swerving slightly to avoid some maniac who was walking down the center meridian of the road itself. His eyes seemed half glazed as he strode along, his attention focussed on the distant horizon. As his battered sneakers went onward, pacing over the pavement as though they were the height of fashion, in the most elaborate of throne rooms, and he was the lord of the castle.

Ignoring the shouts and horns, his lips shifted slightly, his voice murmuring outward as he spoke to himself. What better company could there be after all? One was never alone when one had oneself to converse with. and if you were him, you may not even be able to expect the answer that comes out when you ask yourself a question.

"Look at this place, not a change in years. Still stagnant and too absorbed in its own pride to notice the decay that gnaws at its edges. We should do something about this. We should accelerate the decay, give it a helping hand don't you think?"

During a break in the traffic, he abruptly turned to the side, and walked calmly across the road, making it to the curb before the next vehicle reached his position. He continued walking down the road for a short distance, just a nother member of the crowd now, until he paused to look at a building, his gaze traveling from its base to its very peak.

"Yes. We should accelerate it. But not yet. Not yet. We're not ready yet. We must have more. We need to have more. Only when we are legion will we be powerful enough. Then they will tremble, they shall bow before our might."

He paused to reflect on that for a moment, before he started speaking to himself once more, his body turning almost of its own accord to continue on down the road.

"But it will not help them will it? We don't want their adoration or their fear. We will crush them, we will take away their vaunted power, and grind it to the dust before them. Only when all are equal will we be happy. Only when no one is greater will the world be as it should be."

He paused to observe the confused, and alarmed reaction of someone who had caught a bit of his mumbled words. In response to their look he offered a reassuring smile, and gave a slight bow.

"Just getting into character for a play, no need to be alarmed. Come and see us next month, its called "The Chaos Lord". I'd offer you a ticket, but we haven't had them printed yet."

As the man smiled, reassured by Warren's return to normality, and hurried on his way. With that, he turned and started off in another direction, seeking to avoid blowing his cover again.

"Foolishly they blind themselves to the truth, wanting to see only what fits within the view imposed upon them by the system."