The Greeks say that in the beginning of time, humans lived as two halves living as one complete whole. A god, angry at humans for the blasphemy that fell from their mouthes, separated the two halves so that we would always constantly be searching for our other half as long as we shall live. In a sick kind of way, two halves of a perfect whole were hurtling towards each other to the sound of deafening engines and shots ringing through the air. A reunion covered in blood and death as the king of the desert with a broken crown and the host to a parasite of the mind collided towards one another, one seeking salvation of his half, the other seeking the destruction of his half. The epic tragedy of a lover who was gone too long, and a lover who has forgotten he was ever there. In trying times like these there's always something to remember: we have no time for heroes, and we have no room for ghosts. So, at least look alive. Keep your masks covering who you are, or the desert will kill you before the reapers even get a glance at you, and may your soul live on with the Phoenix witch. This is Doctor Death Defying and Cherry Cola,
Signing off.
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