*you enter a place of junk*

*I grin, the gel in my hair the only thing keeping me upright. Or downright. Or...ah hell, balanced on my head on this pile of waifus, rage, and fail.*

"Not any more it doesn't. That's the way it goes with things, no, with people like this."

*My tongue flicks down, to either eyeball, then back up to the tip of my nose to catch the bead of sweat forming there. Idly, I cast the sweat and spit out, the droplets forming into three giant letters, none alike in shape.*

*Each letter, a missive of apathy and the unwillingness to act or be heard, bowl through pillars and mountains, over hill and dale and the tortured, twisted body of a fight whose words stretch longer than obituaries*

"All things end. As so too shall we."