But I'm better now, having a good time. Being selfish and drunken and vulgar and lazy.
Bless us, dark father. We are the ones in the back. We are the ones whispering into the nothing. We are alone and afraid and need nothing more than a simple electrocution to move us back to life. We wait.
The end of the world haunts us to our very doorstep and all that we can say is "here is the end, it is here." Taking charge of the monsters and making them ours. It is our end, what we want to happen. Something new and exciting.