Morbids preparing

:: The camera zooms out on a door with Morbid Distruction's name tag on it, the door slowly opens up as the camera man slowly steps in. The room is dark only lit by candles, theres a shelf with 2 Urns of the past souls he has clowned below them Morbid sits on his knees with his eyes closed and a Pentagram drawn out of his own blood lays on the floor with different kinds of ingredents lay around him. He sits there Meditating and preparing his mind and focusing all his hatered and pain all on Sharkman.. ::