Final Form. The day of my final transformation is approaching. It has been almost one year since Osiris changed
the landscape of my world. I was given a set of orders that have been accomplished without fail.
Sever - The souls of the Osirian Portal are mine. Resurrect - Within the Isle of Snakes,
the Catalyst allowed me to evolve. Ascend - Since my battle with Jigsaw at “The Foggiest Notion”, I stand
undefeated in singles bouts. Snake Style - My strikes are fast and furious. I hit hard and with precision.
It is only now that I am ready for Revelation. The Day of my final transformation. What is under the hood?
All will be revealed.
Osiris gave me fair warning that my march down the path of redemption would not be easy. I have not
gained just a few enemies, but an army of them. I speak not just of The Spectral Envoy. My current war with them is
well-documented. I speak of Wink Vavasseur. I speak of the CHIKARMY.
Despite his public demise at "High Noon," Amasis masks continue to be sold by the moronic oversight of Wink Vavasseur
The CHIKARMY don his face over theirs in support of a dead man
during my bouts. They even go as far as to bear his soul during the bouts of The Batiri. Everywhere I go, his
face haunts me. Fans bring signs in support of Amasis. They mock me, saying he was the better member of The
Osirian Portal. I cannot escape it.
Delirious is the Overlord. I am the Commander. The Batiri is our Army. Our formation has brung upon us an array
of enemies. They aspire to terminate our cause by any means necessary. We invite you to try.
The attempt is Futile. Your ignorance will be your downfall, "CHIKARMY." You haven't the mettle to understand "army."
In Chicago and Cleveland, I will resume command. Bring your signs supporting Amasis. Wear his
face over yours in support of a warrior that I buried. I’m an unstoppable locomotive heading for December 2nd.
I will not be derailed. I will evolve. The Spectral Envoy is forever doomed.