I shouldn't have bothered reading the news
I'm torn. This is the city I gave my life for. I died for their ability to speak their minds and to find equality.
Instead, a paper mocks a religion, sparking a terrorist attack. Twelve people were killed because they mocked religion. Twelve people are dead because three men wanted revenge in the name of a prophet.
I almost miss fighting the demons. Their intentions were typically pretty clear. The regular world is never so black and white.
...well. That was deep and depressing. Sorry about that? Or...how is it? Sorry not sorry?