Craft Bring On The Clouds
I hate to admit it: I sometimes feel affinity, but it
makes me feel irradiated like my insides are boiling. It
turns inside out. You sleep, you eat, in a pompous cycle
of whatever. You f..cking drones! It's all just a big
hive. This is all your own fault. I gave you enough
chances and you didn't seize a single one. Omnicide by
235! We're all going to die, so let's just keep the ball
rolling. I present my gift to you. Bring on the clouds!
