>>89272585"Giving up" implies there's a contest; there isn't. The Good Ship Klance sails powered by a wind named Destiny, and it ceases for no one's wishes or delusions. Heretics and infidels foolishly clutch in vain at gossamer strands of hope that never existed except in their fevered imaginations and witless entreaties into the realm of Never-Weres and Maybe-Coulds. Those lands are barren, wastelands of broken dreams and unrealized visions, where the carcasses of nonbelievers bleach under a remorseless sun called Inevitability. Adrift on doldrums, the damned wail for succor from the thirst, but they will find none.
Klance is the way, the truth, and the light. Only from the chalice of heathens' tears will the lips of believers drink, while the unworthy and the doubters will choke on dust. Prepare yourselves, cultists of false ships, for the tide that washes you away forever comes in purple, and tolerates no rivals.
