"COME AT ME!
COME AT ME ALREADY, GODDAMNIT!"

Woe betide thee, child! You have sealed its fate.
Our hatred is ineffable! Unfathomable!
It is not like it's going to blow up in any moment, now.
Of course not. It never is.

God-fucking-damnit.

"You seem strange lately". Don't know whether I should mourn or grin upon listening this kind of tautologies. Although they're still more than what the common listener gets to notice.

"I just want you to promise me... I don't think it will happen -and believe me, I really don't want it to happen... but if it does, please, please, don't do anything stupid.
Just... don't change, please."
...ah, but an inexorable boulder crashed all of that, and now the rest is history. An eerie history, indeed.

Screw it.

Now, the landscape seems slightly more... bleak.
Enough metaphores: our next stop lies beneath our feet. Down under.

Oh, this is going to be good.
Simply delightful.