Heroes Don't Get Anything But Dead.

Hatred Makes Us All Ugly.

Nothing Is Certain, Ma Petite, Not Even Death." - Jean-claude

So Many Of Us Had Been Armed That There Were Holsters And Weapons Scattered Among The Passed-out Bodies Like Mercenary Prizes In A Fleshy Cracker Jack Box.

Life Is Often Like That, The Best Balancing On A Knife Edge With The Worst.

Is It Better To Outmonster The Monsters Or To Be Quietly Devoured?