A international man of mystery, a globetrotting rouge, a lady killer(metaphorically) a man killer(for real). Wanted in 43 countries including Rwanda. The only man to make the Kessel run in less than twelve parsecs while speed walking. A secret quadruple-double-triple agent who is master of triple-reverse-double cross. A real life super hero and villain, at the same time. A man whose roundhouse kick is deadly up too three miles. A man that divided by zero and lived to tell the tale. A man that can in fact believe it's not butter. A man that had his cake, put a block of C4 in it, and express mailed it to his enemies with the promises of cake, strippers, and an explosive ending; and then ate the cake.

That man is not me, that man is Chuck Norris; I on the other hand make Mr. Norris look like Malibu Stacy on her Saturday getaway at the mall.

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Blessed, is the mind to small to doubt; for a small mind is a tidy mind, and easily filled with faith. For doubt is the open gate through which slips the most fatal of enemies; so be strong in your ignorance, for it is a virtue, yet no excuse.

Have we exhausted all possible ways to divine the future? How many scribes must toil to scratch their visions onto ancient parchments so that we might catch a glimpse of hope? Or are we to suffer only the pangs of despair as yet more horror is let loose on our dreams? Or does the seeking itself give birth to more insanity than man can cope?
The Dark Future Beckons!
Fear the Unknown!

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