| [Age of Apocalypse] |
Once I believed Magneto and I would work together in the name
of mutant destiny and mutant rule. He, too, saw the futility of
entrusting the future of this planet to the genetically crippled. I
know he believed that the gift of power granted us at birth was the
only means of our survival. But he became soft... followed the dream
of another... sought out comfort in the undying love of Rogue. Together,
they have become the nurturing father and mother to the rebellion
against my sovereign rule.
Now we find ourselves facing each other from opposite sides
of a chessboard, each scrambling to gather the pawns to use against the
other. My players are multitudinous and his are few, and yet the
rebellion rages on. In the end Magneto and I are destined to face
one another. There shall be only one survivor. |
