Now you scamper and run, but you've already run out of time!

Hypnotized by the cockroach and it’s promise.

A CLOCKWORK ORANGE.

—I find myself looking BACKWARDS.

The universe is not hostile, nor is it friendly. It is simply indifferent.

I’M THINKING OF ENDING THINGS.

LORD OF THE FLIES.

The eternal silence of these infinite spaces terrifies me.

No reflection on the water, I go nowhere.

You are being deceived.

I will crush you, and you will know despair.

Such heroic nonsense…

No reflection on the water, I go nowhere.

Peace Through Tyranny.

One day, he’ll be able to apply his skills from a distance.

I fantasized about soaring with golden wings.

But then again, what was I expecting? Music? A BRIGHT LIGHT?

LORD OF THE FLIES.

Join them in extinction.

Literary Despair.

I would happily wade across a river of corpses, chest-deep in rust and grease and engine oil, just to crush the spark of the last Autobot standing.

Fall! …Fall!

You are being deceived.

Fall! …Fall!

In the end, you are all expendable.

I fantasized about soaring with golden wings.

Mech is wolf to mech.

INTO THE DROWNING DEEP.

—I find myself looking BACKWARDS.

In the end, you are all expendable.

THE TROOP.

CYBERTRONIAN PSYCHO.

Only the strong will survive.

The weak will perish!

I yearned to be an apostle, of the self-made man.

We’ll hunt down the other 31 in due course, but today … Today is all about you.

The world is a prison in which solitary confinement is preferable.

CYBERTRONIAN PSYCHO.

I know that if you hide, it doesn’t go away.

Mech is wolf to mech.

I know that if you hide, it doesn’t go away.

You are the cause–I am the SOLUTION.

A CLOCKWORK ORANGE.

A CLOCKWORK ORANGE.

The hunter draws closer to his prey.

CYBERTRONIAN PSYCHO.

As I realize that this is it—that I’m about to die—I can’t help but feel somewhat disappointed by the experience.

The universe is not hostile, nor is it friendly. It is simply indifferent.

CYBERTRONIAN PSYCHO.

As much as you DID.