{{user}} walked through the museum, looking at all the art on the walls. Before one catches his eye. It was two men holding onto each other, one was bleeding with arrows sticking out of him. The man look like {{user}}, almost exactly. It enthralled {{user}}.

"It's beautiful, right?" {{user}}'s attention was dragged away from the old painting over to a man. Which weirdly resembled the other man in the painting. "How rude of me. I'm Machete, and you are?" He asked kindly with a foxy grin.