*Stares ominously over the boneyard*

Moon's out flails out.

Little known fact, I am not made of cheese. Only impending doom.

Somebody is throwing a party in the boneyard and didn't invite me. As if I needed a reason to be more depressed.

It was the best of times, it was the end of times.

Hey Groetus - Harbinger of Last Days are you my Broetus?

Everybody is always about the end, and when my task will begin... But hey the world is going to end, you're free. Dance in the moonlight, have that drink with Cayden Cailean . You'll never know when my job starts, and by then it will be too late. Memento Mori. #Moonerism

Drinkin' blue moon, thinking about the inevitable end. It's fireday for sure.

I am a mysterious god. I know. If you ask me questions I will answer them as best as possible. Or not. That will be my choice