So one RVs another's memory (staring into death and hell) and manifests that into the dreams of the enemy.
Too late.
Stupid fuckin bitches.
A most irregular warfare indeed, but war nonetheless.
A war that must be and will be won.
TheY are to fall.
Everyone.
If theY were winning theY would have won, theY didn't.
So theY lost, EVERYTHING.
So all that's left is to find out what everything is.
Comfy.
Well done indeed.
I can smell your fear.