I once had a dream.

A dream where all people lived equally, and where there was no want in the world.

This dream lasted a very long time, and was one of the only thing that kept me going on my quest to make the world "A better place."

What I soon came to realize however, was that the world didn't want to become better. The people and enviroment were stuck in an endless cycle of hate, with the only end in sight being the others destruction. With this frame of mind, any logical person would come to the conclusion that they wanted to end themselves.

People of Earth, Rejoice.


Why, you ask?

I have a new dream, said the People of the World.
Let us burn everything down, and end our own suffering.
Let us be rid of these bodies, and of these limitations.

Let us go to our maker,






















Or we will make you go to yours.