Oh, so unwise.

You are the cause–I am the SOLUTION.

We are going to WAR.

Turns out I’m living in a horror film, where I’m both the killer and the final girl.

The universe is a cruel, uncaring void. The key to being happy isn’t to search for meaning. It’s to keep yourself busy with unimportant nonsense, and eventually, you’ll be dead.

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

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

LORD OF THE FLIES.

WE ARE THE FUTURE.

LORD OF THE FLIES.

You are the cause–I am the SOLUTION.

We work our way through The List in order–No deviations.

We are going to WAR.

I belong to NOBODY!

Hypnotized by the cockroach and it’s promise.

We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.

INTO THE DROWNING DEEP.

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

I belong to NOBODY!

THE TRIAL.

Turns out I’m living in a horror film, where I’m both the killer and the final girl.

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

I fantasized about soaring with golden wings.

Only the strong will survive.

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

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.

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

CYBERTRONIAN PSYCHO.

THE TROOP.

You see, leadership is not something I fear losing…

I’M THINKING OF ENDING THINGS.

CYBERTRONIAN PSYCHO.

INTO THE DROWNING DEEP.

I’M THINKING OF ENDING THINGS.

Peace Through Tyranny.

THE TRIAL.

I will crush you, and you will know despair.

THE TROOP.

The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places.

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

Peace Through Tyranny.

Mech is wolf to mech.

You, who are worse than others, guilty of all the most unpleasant forms of internal treachery.

There are no interpretations.

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

Hell is other people.

Turns out I’m living in a horror film, where I’m both the killer and the final girl.

You, who are worse than others, guilty of all the most unpleasant forms of internal treachery.

You are being deceived.

The horror … The horror!