To drop the blade. To write the last chapter in the book without ending. To guide into the Next Realm that which is not fit for ours. I do not pass harsh judgement, but rather solemnly escort between worlds. I hold the torch high and reach out to the trembling hands.
"Right this way, sir."
- Firewall by Xzqv: "Firewalls are evil things. Like Oldsmobiles."
- utterly boring by escher. (Too self-referential)
- ILby slim. (Ever get the feeling a pun just isn't working?)
The crowd roars. I pick up the bucket and bring it inside, being careful not to look down into it.