fancy words version of the above
working with a corp to gain their trust only to become the angel of entropy that visits their doors in the end.
It does not matter what weapons you develop in bids to gain power, whatever desperate measures you employ, I am nimble, I am persistent, and I am rapidly approaching Arms Fort "Motherwill" in 500 tons of steel and gunpowder.
When the Raven crows "Nevermore", destruction will surely follow.
