Foolish mortals. You fight for pointless ideals amongst yourselves, creating chaos and mindless, mis-directed destruction all around you, never knowing your true place and purpose in the universe. You live your lives in a haze, trapped into repeating your many mistakes, never elevating yourselves above your base instincts. You are mewling infants. Insects to be crushed beneath the heel of your betters, who look down upon your existence with disgust.
But no longer! Brovengers, Injustice League, it matters not what you label yourselves, all will be swept aside and annihilated in the coming storm. The more you fight now the weaker you shall all be and the easier the inevitable conquest. The extermination shall be swift and merciless. The earth will be purified in fire and the cancer known as mankind shall be destroyed.
So continue with your petty wars. Fight each other unto death, I encourage it, for nothing can stop the onslaught to come. This war is just the first stage of your inevitable downfall.
Everything is going according to plan...
But no longer! Brovengers, Injustice League, it matters not what you label yourselves, all will be swept aside and annihilated in the coming storm. The more you fight now the weaker you shall all be and the easier the inevitable conquest. The extermination shall be swift and merciless. The earth will be purified in fire and the cancer known as mankind shall be destroyed.
So continue with your petty wars. Fight each other unto death, I encourage it, for nothing can stop the onslaught to come. This war is just the first stage of your inevitable downfall.
Everything is going according to plan...