Deadline

Fuck you all. If that’s the way you want to play things… If that’s the way you want things to go… Then fuck you all. You have no idea what you’re dealing with. You have no idea what I’m capable of. And you have no idea how little I have left to lose.

You’re about to be sorrier than you could possibly believe, and I am going to laugh while I’m pissing on your grave.

—From Adaptive Immunities, the blog of Shaun Mason, April 18, 2041. Unpublished.