You know, you can tell a lot about a person by the company they keep.

Friends, Family, lackeys or mere associates, those you care for, appreciate or even just tolerate.

They all weave a narration that transcends through time itself of echoed familiarity.

And it seems even the smartest man alive isn’t immune to repetition. 

This whole ‘War Machine’ malarky is something we have seen many times before. From mental patients to brothers and sisters to bad mother fuckers and everything in between, your little group isn’t anything new. But of all the things that you are repeating, Cube, you are a carbon copy of the man you despise most.

Just ask Eddie about his injustices shall we?

The minute squall once thought just like you and at the very beginning of his championship reign, decided he needed something to combat the evils of the night. Call them friends, lackeys, minions, disposable meat sacks, they were one giant monstrosity of questionable intelligence and another minion much less memorable than the other, some masked mania of some kind. 

And just like War Machine, Injustice ran roughshod over that OSW until the moment they faced something more powerful than them. In one night, their facade was torn asunder and their delirium grew and grew until it exploded with an ill-fated twist of duplicity. And just like Eddie’s two minions, yours will fall in a bloody display eventually. The Machine will rust and decay, leaving you all alone.

But unlike Edward, who took the loss on the chin and decided to strengthen himself to not need another soul again, you are stubborn and foolish. Once you lose Mars and Santiago, 

AND YOU WILL.

You will simply find two more lambs and fatten them for the slaughter with false promises and saccrine lies, but that will not last forever. Fool them once, a simple loss. Attempt to fool them again and though shalt be branded neglectful and poison. Soon not even the greatest of fools would follow you and unlike Eddie, you are not the alpha in the wolves but the sheep who fooled himself into resting amongst them. 

And the moment that fleece peeks through, there will be nothing to stop you being devoured.

That’s if you can survive our wrath tonight Cube.

See, the Family is unlike any that you know. You think us a mere cult leader with simple followers but they are much then that. They aren’t flunkies or friends or brothers and sisters.

They Are Us.

To call us Legion would be an insult, we are eternal, we are multiversal to the point even a deity could not erase us. 

Nearly every single person that walks or has walked through OSW is Us. Edward Newton is Us. Warlord Mars is Us. Santiago Sinestro is Us. But Not You. 

Because you can tell a lot about someone by the company they keep. And you Cube, are a worthless insect high on his own fumes that has abused our family for too long.

Tonight War Machine faces off against something much more powerful. As War Machine are welcomed to the Family and Doctor Cube…

Your Game Is Over.