Jak 32004

Cyber-Erol:
I've found some new friends to help me conquer this puny little planet.

Jak:
You're talking to the Dark Makers?

Cyber-Erol:
It seems my digital self can communicate with these poor tortured minds quite well. Oh, they're just like you and me, Jak. Well... me at least. They want a home, someone to call a friend, destruction of all Light Eco! They've volunteered to help me put this puny planet out of its misery. Ha ha ha ha ha haa...

Jak:
You're in for a big surprise. The Dark Makers don't play nicely with others. Just ask the Metal Heads.

Cyber-Erol:
I've been given the chance to wield a power even the Precursors could not control. Don't fret. You won't live to see what I turn this little world into. Maybe a rock, or a floating puddle of slag, or nothing at all. Complete oblivion! So hard to choose.