[Funkduder]

Funkduder randomly traversed the land until he noticed himself within a cloud of gray. All around him, spirits- hooded men from the past, present, and distant future- roamed about, their words even appearing to him as apparitions. Standing still, he meditated, and found that around him was the spirit of the encampment, the source of the cloud of gray. To him, this was what it meant to be a gray clad member. Movements and political position unseen while the rabble banters on and falls and when the time is right, they begin their strike so that all life is succumbed to the gray.