The Will of X

They called themselves The Unknown and revelled in their own omnipresence. Some considered them to be modern-era Robin Hoods, righting wrongs and becoming the mildly demented but impossible-to-quell voice of the working class. Others considered them to be menaces, or a sign of the fast-approaching breakdown of comfortably civilized society as it was known. The only societal constant that had thus-far outlasted it was the sport known simply as Wargame. To those who supported The Unknown, it seemed as though it was the Holy Grail. The last insolent landmark of an older time. To those who opposed them, it was a great beacon of hope that the world they occupied could still be reclaimed if there was even one thing The Unknown couldn't destroy with their wilting touch. Little did civilized society know, however, The Unknown had their own 'shining beacon':
The will of X.