Our Prayer

Seriously.

No, seriously.

You're giving us one last month of pleasure before You smite us all, aren't You?

I mean, that's cool. You made us, it's Your prerogative. I ask just one thing of You - now this may sound greedy, but hear me out - there's only four games left: You couldn't just give us a little more of the good stuff before we all die in a horrible mess of guts and pitchforks and whatnot, could You?

Thanks, G. You know I never really doubted You, right?