You stand in darkness. What's going on? You feel the presence of others near you. They are your enemies of old, yet when you try to attack, you cannot move.
"Oh stop that," a voice calls out. An elderly man steps forward, apparently out of the nothingness.
"You have been chosen. War is coming to the world once more. Who would be the aggressor? We don't know yet. What we do know, is that you have been chosen to be a part of this. You will have to put your differences aside and work together. We are looking at you two, Mr. Goes-Creeping-in-the-Night and Mr. Ferocious Bite."
The elderly gentleman stops for a second, looking at each of you with a stare that could crumble mountains.
"What will happen if you lose? Why, the end of the world of course, maybe the Universe as a whole. Oh, don't give me that look. It will be years before that happens, but no worries, we believe in you. Hells, we have Faith in you even. You'd think that creatures such as yourself would look a little more... what's the word we're looking for? Ah yes, composed."
The man gives you a smirk.
"You have been given purpose. Now would be the time for questions, ladies and gentlemen."