And there came a day when the chips were down and the deck was stacked and the rain fell and fell. Widows wept and pulled their hair, wailing. We waited for the dust to settle. We waited for a champion to emerge.
They never arrived. They never even wrote to say they'd be late.
All we got were these hideous amalgamations, these blurred icons, these terrible nightmares breathing flame, kicking mud all over the barn doors.
Thanks for everyone who made it this far. We hope you survive the experience.
"Another small assurance that age and treachery will overcome youth and luck."
