This is a crazy world. I'm glad you're in it,

Is what he said to his quiet new friend with the long straight hair as they sat by the campfire. He looked toward the ruins of the city that stood proudly not twenty hours ago, still in disbelief over the confusion, chaos, and death that followed the events that morning. He meant what he said completely. The world had been crazy before, but it was much crazier now. Or was it? The man with the too-brown eyes who seemed to be larger than the space he occupied had put into action something horrible, but what made this any worse than a person living an arduous, troublesome life and dying without ever reaching their goals? He could not properly answer this question, but he certainly felt the current situation was more important for a few reasons. First, people see the end of unfulfilling lives every day. Second, most folks don't see the vast majority of Metro City replaced by constructs of humongous gnarled bones and grey flesh and its denizens chased down and destroyed by impossible creatures.