I will say, this bed is really comfortable... What is it a pillow top? Damn, I slept great.

A spell... this is real life, not some magical world - what kind of an alternate reality did I stumble into?

Near the center of the village, on some of those fallen leaves, are trickles of blood. It isn't until the village square that the carnage is at its peak

Promise me, if this is the end of us, let it be the beginning of the revolution.