In 1996, the war was gathering. The pieces were slowly falling into place, laying the foundation for the greatest cataclysm anyone would ever know... and now we are here.
Madness string 825
Of course I could just fix it. Fix the universe. Fix everything. Make it all perfect. But what would even be the point of that? Why even bother at all, if that's what you're going to do? If you do that, what, even, is left?