The two gladiators were tired. Let's be honest, between prison breaks, psychos in old age homes, burning buildings and broken streets, its a wonder that they survived. Of course, they did survive and thus they find themselves walking towards one another. Strange thing that. Both getting away from their respective pasts, yet they are fated to meet. It is actually great. It all comes together.

Everybody knows the tallest building in Stickpage City. Everyone can see it from almost anywhere in the city. Prince Enterprises. The tallest and most impressive building in the city and one of the most important names in the corporate world. Outside the lobby of this building, two gladiators find themselves stopping and taking a break. Sirens, noise and utter chaos could be heard all over the city. Buildings on fire, people crying murder even the occasional gun shot, but right here, in front of Prince Enterprises, it is peaceful.

Rykosar was leaning against the wall while Hollywood sat on a nearby bench. It took them a while to notice one another, but after a brief nod in one another's direction, they acknowledged the other as a non-threat. After a few brief moments the old man realized something. It was as if this particular block was unaffected by the madness of the city. He got to his feet and looked inside Prince Enterprises. Inside, the people were all walking around, going about their business as if nothing is wrong.

Hollywood looked at the old man curiously. He leaned his head back and saw the Shroud over the city, but what stood out to him more, was that it seemed to be originating from the top of Prince Enterprises. Both gladiators walked into the lobby without a second thought. The people inside ignored them as if it was normal to see people of their type around.

The elevator was broken and the two gladiators made for the stairs. As they started their ascend, they compared their observations. Something was going on, and it has something to do with Prince Enterprises.

The climb was slow, but they were determined anyways, and once they reached the top floor, the need for answers was great.

"Welcome Hollywood. Good evening Rykosar. Glad you could make it!" The voice sounded excited and pleasant. The man it belonged to did not look the part. He was pale, wore a trench coat and had a disgusting beard. His hair was scruffy and dirty while his eyes were grey and cold. The man was tall, and looked slim, but ghastly was the odor that radiated from him. The most accurate way to describe him was: He was a homeless man.

"What is the meaning of this?" Hollywood asked as he stared cautiously around the nearly empty room. Besides the three men, there was a desk that the bum sat at and there was a big portrait of George Prince behind the man. On both sides of the portrait was two doors.

"Oh? I am glad you asked." He scratched at his beard and dandruff could be seen falling on the desk. By the amount of dirt on the desk, it has been piling up for a while. "I am the Master of Anarchy. The creator of all things mad." He paused to see any recognition in the gladiator's faces, but none showed. "I guess you never heard of me, but that does not matter." He stood up and moved towards the door to the left. "I have been trying to kill the two of you off all day, but for some strange reason, you keep surviving my attempts!" He opened the door, but nothing was seen on the other side. "I needed you to die. I set it up that the bounty hunter could conveniently be there to kill you Hollywood, and as a back up, I let those prisoners escape." He started moving to the other door on the right. "I also managed to send a madman to Sunnydale Home to kill you Rykosar, but he obviously wasn't as powerful as I would like." The Master opened the second door. "Then I knocked a damn plane out of the sky, set a whole building alight, but did that kill you guys?? No!" He shouted the last bit at them in anger as he made his way back to his desk. "But I have one more trick up my sleeve, the reason why I wanted to kill you." He sat back down.

As he did this two figures came out of the two door. On the left was Rykosar, on the right, Hollywood. The two gladiators were taken aback by the sudden appearance of themselves.

"I have cloned you. And I want to replace you." He gave his beard another scratch. "They are you and they shall kill you to replace you. That's all I want. I want to control every last gladiator and bring an end to the wRHG!"

Clones

The Master of Anarchy has cloned both Rykosar and Hollywood. Both clones have all the memories that the gladiators have prior to the Civil War, plus all their abilities. Exactly on par. The disadvantage would be that the original two are both worn out from their day's events while the clones are fresh and ready. They will try to kill both of their counterparts so they could be the "real" one, thus that is the only difference. They aren't the originals, because they want to be them, thus they will take on the real ones.

Advantages? The two clones aren't working together to kill the others, but that doesn't stop Rykosar and Hollywood to work together to defeat them. Could only help.

At the end of the story, Master of Anarchy will be angry that his plan failed. He will die in a method of your choosing and the Shroud will dissipate.