Sometimes you walk into a room, have a seat. Look around and there's a handful of people that you know you're cool with.
You gravitate to each other, buy a couple rounds of shots and knock them back, let the warmth of the intoxication of good friends and good times settle in... The fervor builds and the punch-drunk fun starts, the voices raise, things get louder and more hectic.
Things get blurry and start to spin, the lights disorient and the noise overwhelms you. Pretty soon the mayhem is reaching critical mass, this chaos has a consciousness of its own now--It's breathing, writhing, people are either drawn to it or running away out of fear--Blood is flowing and boiling, the berserkers swing their weapons and all hell breaks loose, hell on earth with a chuckling mischievous undercurrent of pure joy at the destruction about to unfold.
...And so it begins. Feet planted and ready to kill it, you'll know us by the spit in your eye and the trail of destruction, and the cackle of laughter as we move on.
WE FUCKING LOVE YOU ALL.
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