This. is. WAR. Compassion? Forgiveness? Mercy? What do you think this is, a tea party? You won't find any of those here. Little boys that still piss themselves when shit starts to get real don't belong in something like that. Capiche? So you burn that little nugget of information into whatever you've got that passes for a brain, and please, do try and be a little more entertaining next time, okay? You think you can do that for me? Please? Ah well, it's not like it matters. You were a good catalyst while you lasted. Buh-bye! You are hurled into the black stone monument, your body smashing into it with tremendous force. As the impact courses through your body, you descend into a deep, stygian darkness. GAME OVER