So I was in a meeting today, that went terribly bad. Some in the group actually thought it was a good idea to kick open the gates of hell and dare the devil to come out and fight like a man. I didn't say anything the entire meeting, save asking a question at the very end. Just trying to stay low, lest the devil see fire in my eyes, too. When it was all said and done, the devil had thrown some hefty fireballs at us and went back down to hell, but I think he's coming back. I think he just realized he was doing all the work and that was just no fun. I think he went to get some demons or something to have them torment us to a slow painful death while he sat back and wallowed in humerous self-impression. The harbinger bells have been rung and the shadow of doom is all but upon us.
Like I heard someone say today... that light at the end of the tunnel... it's a freight train.
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