The mighty roar little things make upon crashing

Changes I.

Bah. Revelations are always presented with a catchy Hans Zimmer score, epic footage, million dollar CGI and boobs.

In reality, it’s more like an ugly poem about dicks, with the eternal summary at the end: don’t be one.

Or at least consciously be aware, that you can act like one anytime; a.k.a. being a nice guy 99% of the time guarantees that sometimes you’re big stinking pile of rude behavior. (For statistics fans: it follows from the strong Law of Large Numbers.)