In a corner of no particular junkyard sat a lone old fashioned television. As the camera focused in on this one particular set, it started to rain. As it rained and it poured the T.V. snapped to life. First all was hear was white noise, till the picture finally cleared. There on the T.V. was none other than the man named Shadow, breathing through a respirator. As he stared through the T.V. he began to speak.

Shadow's Message

Just like it snapped to life, the signal was just as quickly cut, the image of Shadow's malicious smile the last image to be seen.