R.I.P Alistair Simms/Plaguemaker

I can wait. I've been waiting. I never loved you. Not even liked you one bit. Now, where are you? I saw the end. I wait.

And what meaning do you expect your delusionally self-important statements of unknowing, inexperienced opinion to have with us? What fantasy do you hold that you would believe that your tiny-fisted tantrums would have more weight than that of a leprous desert rat, spinning rabidly in a circle, waiting for the bite of the snake?

Love,Plague.