> Tips M'Yady: Defend Anno.
You, TIPS M'YADY, never thought it would end like this.
For as long as you've existed (10 minutes or so), you wished deep within your imaginary HEART you would one day ride valiantly to ANNO'S aid in her most desperate hour, on, like, a HORSE or something.
Who were you even kidding? You're but an imaginary GUY, drawn on a ROCK. (Which at least isn't imaginary this time.)
You aren't even defending ANNO from something cool, like SLIMY and BUG-EYED ALIENS. Just some dumb CROWS.
How pathetic.
As your VISAGE breaks apart, you at least feel a small comfort knowing that you did, in fact, die defending ANNO, even if the scenario didn't turn out quite as cool as you saw it in your imaginary HEAD.