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I woke up this morning at 3:00, out of a sound sleep. I told myself that it was because my subconscious mind sensed that the Large Hadron Collider had ripped a hole in the multiverse and giant, unspeakable, tentacled abominations spilled out and that I would get to spend an exciting few months battling monsters before the entire universe was swallowed by a slumbering creature from outside of time.
But, no, I guess not.
It would be the way we finally came into our own as a generation. Twenty-somethings the world over would unite in a frenzy of chainsaws, shotgun blasts, and Evil Dead references. When the dust finally settled, we’d FINALLY get to extend a middle finger to that so-called “Greatest Generation” and knock ’em off their creaky high horse.
I think you’d find killing monsters to be quite easy when you have more than six inventory slots at a time.
It would be really awesome if God finally said “alright humans, enough is enough” and appeared in the sky to rain fire and brimstone on all of us. I mean, really, if, when creating the universe, you had gone to such extents as designing ever smaller and more mysterious sub-atomic particles, wouldn’t you be pissed if a bunch of assholes kept going out of their way to build giant machines whose sole purpose is to expose your intentions? This is kind of like if Hutch had an ant farm and those fuckers built a machine or synthesized some chemical that could be used to make him admit that Radiohead really isn’t that amazing. You can be damn sure that he would be taking his magnifying glass + light source to those bastards sooooo quickly.
Man, fuck fire and brimstone, I hope Allah uses a magnifying glass on us. Armageddon is so fucking cool!
