It was all pretend. And all the bullets were pretend and all the explosions were pretend and all the death was pretend too. But at the same time, on the other side of this stupid planet, the planes and the towers and the deaths and the awfulness weren't pretend. They were real. On an entirely different note, I've got me a letter writing kit good for twenty letters.
Numbers are strictly limited.
And write me back coz that'd just be something nice to do. New layout coming. More content coming. End of the world probably coming first.