Next time, Katherine, please feel free to just tell me that everything is going to shit. Maybe then I won't wake up hearing the screams long after the nightmare. Honestly, I knew we were hated, I didn't think we were hated enough that mass genocide would be endorsed.
In other news, I appear to have become my own best friend. And by that, I do mean compressed carbon. It looks like I have yet more excuses to make with work.