He looked right into the face of it and was made to stare. The Darkness. The kind of Darkness you can't even imagine. Blacker than the space it moves through. They made him watch, he probably tried to turn away, but they wouldn't let him. You call him a survivor, he's not. A man comes up against that kind of will... The only way to deal with it, I suspect is to become it. He's following the only course left to him. -Malcolm Reynolds
I have seen many minions die horrible deaths, I wanted it to stop at first, but then it got easier and easier to see, little by little. Now I revel in the slaughter, the rush of seeing the gold and experience counter tick with each death, the CS score growing ever higher... Transitioning that blood money into items with which to move onto bigger targets, making men fall in a pool of their own blood for even more dark, dirty money. All in the name of growing more powerful. I see the world for what it truly is, a dark blasted hellscape of nightmares and death that no man can walk away from with his sanity intact. I will keep moving forward surviving this dark place until the Nexus at the center of this unholy apocalypse has been shattered by my power... Then... I awake to be thrust back into the never-ending loop. Time, and time again, until I myself succumb to death. But even then the rift lets none go. Even death is nothing more than a short reprieve for the never-ending battle....