The Future is here by the time we begin to conceive it, it is already too late to deter from the path we have just set out on. I know better than to waver from life to death for too long. Do this for eternity if you choose to, but I have plans that reach far into The Future. It is as if I only see ancient war-torn lands, where gothic and medieval scenery plague the horizon with darkness looming just beyond. I will bring this to you through every medium in every way, shape and form you can fathom. From the deep, dark recesses of my brain come forth a reign of terror, but nothing you are used to. This is Post-Apocalypse, where the hybrid fusion meet the cybernetic organisms in epic battle for rule of the Earth. The Present is unknown to me, as if I am not really here during my waking hours. I dwell somewhere before this morning and just after yesterday, in between the end and the beginning in an obscure order of chaos with a side of anarchy. This place is a mixture of honor and disgrace, horror and mistakes, confusion, sorrow and seclusion await your final days. Alone, with nothing but eminent death awaiting your arrival.