Board Thread:Off-Topic Discussion/@comment-27807575-20140721182933/@comment-27807575-20140818143034

My hill because it is said that in the final days of My Hill, everyone had bad dreams. To the west of the north of that world, the human race did gather, in the celebration of a pagan rite to banish the cold and the dark. Each and every one of those people had dreamt of the terrible things to come. But they forgot, because they must. They forgot their nightmares of fire and war and insanity. They forgot. Except for one.

Fanon didn't forget.