The next little piggie, well, they were rather toxic. This little one, they were Fukushima incarnate. They were the bringers of doom, the ender of worlds. The spoilers.
Yes, that little piggie was the bringer of a different type of pain. No, they were the ones who brought radiation sickness with them. Oh, and how they loved being a horseman.
Yes, a horseman of the Apocalypse. I’m not sure which, but I’d guess at Death, the Pale Horse. Why? Have we met? Dude, I mean, really?
If there were ever to be an appropriate use of the Pale horseman, bingo, this guy. I’m the bringer of doom, the harbinger. Fuck, might as well refer to the Mighty Thanos.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m a long-time, first pass of the omnibus of The Infinity Gauntlet, way way back. And it was at that point in time I really started to develop my disdain for existence.
Thanos, he’s my man like Annie is my girl. Both bring a certain level of doom and death with them. The kind where I close with an embrace. Hmm, that’s an odd phrase even from this guy.
Back on task here, the toxic little piggie, well they were self-important and I’d wager more of a narcissist than I am. Well, “we”. All the personalities and whatnot.
Actually, I save the rest for the next installment. I’ve had about enough of this, and that’s about enough of that.
Also, fuck everyone! Buncha BLEEP ass BLEEPs. Y’all disgust me.
