From this old Penny Arcade... (not for the squeamish)
Don't say another Goddamn word. Up until now, I've been polite. If you say anything else - word one - I will kill myself. And when my tainted spirit finds its destination, I will topple the master of that dark place. From my black throne, I will lash together a machine of bone and blood, and fueled by my hatred for you this fear engine will bore a hole between this world and that one.

When it begins, you will hear the sound of children screaming - as though from a great distance. A smoking orb of nothing will grow above your bed, and from it will emerge a thousand starving crows. As I slip through the widening maw in my new form, you will catch only a glimpse of my radiance before you are incinerated. Then, as tears of bubbling pitch stream down over my face, my dark work will begin.

I will open one of my six mouths, and I will sing the song that ends the Earth.
I dunno, it's been a while since I've been drawing on my backlog for the site, and I thought it was a good end to 2011, the year before 2012, with all the silly "Mayan Y2K" issues people think mean the end. (For all we know, it could be the begining...)

Happy New Year!
Dog breeding is the cutest eugenics there is

The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong in the broken places.