Looking at Planet Fusion, I used to feel intense hatred and the need to kill... Now I look at it and the world of Fusionfall where it was left... The world was in shambles ready to fall apart after 5 years of constant Fusion Matter production on it, then I look at fuse, and I feel for him, Eating planets to survive... And I drop the sword so to speak when I look at the mess caused... I have slain fuse by the sword.... And now I feel a sort of mourning as I will never be able to kill what I've killed for so long. I look at myself with time to think now and for 5 years I slaughtered mindless spawns of Fuse. Now I look down at myself and see a savage. I am now no better than fuse, slaughtering as a form of relief... A need now. I clear up peach creek commons one last time and wipe the blade... Say my goodbyes... And go to bravo beach... home looking into my pool... taking one last look at my beloved sand castle sigh and die.
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