Jeff Carter had never seen a Van Mantra commercial,nor had he seen a Mezin Commercial. The only reason he was standing at the radio station at all was pure coincidence. The only thing that haf saved him from the suicide inducing screeches was his iPod and love of heavy metal. He was led to the stadium by the crowd and only later was informed of the entire disaster. Now standing looking at the Mezin he realized just how wrong the rumours were. Some people had said the Mezin were the spheres, others had said they were Lithuanian soldiers, but the man standing in front of him looked exactly like the desciptions he’d heard of Van Mantra.
He wasn’t the only one who had noticed, the crowd around him was a buzz with whispers of confusion.

“Who are you?” shouted a bold young man.

“I am the messenger, declared the Mezin.