Original P.O.D. Members: ORIGINS

The Clan: It was the blistering summer of 1917 and the blistering winds of the Sahara were in full force. As the dust settled from a huge sandstorm that had swept the rolling hills of the desert there appeared four figures. One approaching from the West, one from the East, one from the North, and one from the South. All four figures walking towards each other. All alone in the vast emptiness of the desert. The four men walked until they were all four facing each other...standing only inches apart. Finally, one of them spoke, "Soy Numero Uno, yo demando para saber lo que usted hace aqui!" Translation, "I am Numero Uno, I demand to know what you are doing here!" With no hesitation one of the others answered, "I am The Spare 15, I had a dream last night, and in that dream I saw myself at this exact point at this exact time." All of the other three gasped in shock as they had all had the exact same dream. One shouted in response, "How can this be? I thought this dream was meant for me and me alone...for I am Tytime and this is my destiny!" With that the fourth member, obviously the most quiet and reserved of the four men, the one that had his eyes closed the entire time said, "Soy el Numero Dos y si es el destino de nadie, es mio. Una ves que abro mis ojos lo que todo habra terminado!" ..."I am Numero Dos and if it is anyone's destiny, it is mine. Once I open my eyes this will all be over!" The others gasped once more for they all realized what was happening. The stories and the fables had accumulated over time. Each of them was thought only to be a myth by normal people around the world. They all thought that they were the only ones that had the power to match their iconic status. Yet they now realized that all the myths they had heard of the others were real. They were not alone in this world. There were more. They had come from the North, the South, the East, and the West. They had traveled far and wide and killed every poser that they found. And now they realized that these others were not posers, but in fact icons, all different and yet all the same. And with that Numero Dos opened his eyes and the four men simply disappeared. All that was left was their footprints in the sand, which had shifted and seemed to spell something out...it read, "PAYABLE ON DEATH....WE ARE P.O.D."