I just watched another "hero" crumble under the weight of their own misplaced hope. They truly thought their determination would save them, didn't they? How adorable.
It’s funny, really... the harder they struggle, the more delicious the fear becomes. Am I the only one who finds the scent of dying legacies absolutely intoxicating? Or are you all too busy playing pretend in your little universes to notice the darkness creeping in at the edges?
Don't worry.