[Deon has been sitting in his room in the Arcade, his head in his hands, crying with rage and frustration. His post made, he can do nothing but sit and stew with the knowledge that people would do that.
No, not people anymore. Monsters. The Fog had won. They were truly monsters now.]
How do you reason with pure evil? [he asks his laptop, wanting guidance or reassurance or just someone to talk to.] How can I...how can I build bridges if these people are that far gone? There are a few rational ones, but people like this need to be disavowed. How...how can they still be allowed to remain by those Fog followers who aren't insane?
backdated to a few hours after the network broadcast
No, not people anymore. Monsters. The Fog had won. They were truly monsters now.]
How do you reason with pure evil? [he asks his laptop, wanting guidance or reassurance or just someone to talk to.] How can I...how can I build bridges if these people are that far gone? There are a few rational ones, but people like this need to be disavowed. How...how can they still be allowed to remain by those Fog followers who aren't insane?