I see the past few days as one of those war movies...you know, the ones where the US forces are outnumbered three to one. Then the enemy forces charge but the Marines keep beating them back. The enemy eventually runs low on troops, ammunition, and rations, yet they still persist in charging the Marine outpost.

Eventually I forsee one of two outcomes in this movie...1) the Amrines are over come and wiped out 2) the enemy forces charge a final time and are mowed down like grass.

I'd like to think that there'd be a third...where the enemy troops pack up their shit and head home, realizing the Marines are too heavily entrenched. Of course in real life the Marines would then hunt them down and annihilate them...even though this may be real life, there are no Marines. Just me, my friends, and those who assault me. None of my friends are on DevArt, however, so I am here to hold down the fort by myself. This battle has made me weary, but has provided me with a great deal of entertainment...as Voltaire once said, "I have never made but one prayer to God, a very short one: 'O Lord make my enemies ridiculous.' And God granted it."

I sense a new assault coming on...I hear my enemy laughing in the distance...it sounds like the droning cackle of some deranged escapee from a mental institution...whatever ignorant and moronic babble may come...I am ready.