It's dark, and rain is coming down in painful torrents. In the distance lightning flashes, revealing a vast, churning mass of terrified people. Most are panicked, screaming, desperately trying to cover their eyes. Others wail at the heavens, knowing all too well what they can never unsee. A blessed few simply sit and stare, their minds destroyed by the horrors they have witnessed.
At the center of it all is a single laptop, the screen displaying abominations too terrible to describe. Illumined in its infernal light is Frogboy, on his hands and knees, weeping. "What have I done?" he cries, raising his hands to the blackened sky. "WHAT HAVE I DONE?!"
Great, except for the last part:
At the center of it all is a single laptop, the screen displaying abominations too terrible to describe. Illumined in its infernal light is FrogboyDraginol, on his hands and knees, weeping. "What have I done?" he cries, raising his hands to the blackened sky. "WHAT HAVE I DONE?!" seemingly unaffected by the horror. He gazes over the crowd, then into the sky and quietly murmur(sp?)s.... "now, to find a means of distribution....
