Gentlemen, my comrades,

Tonight we gather here for solemn respite, for the tasks at hand require a steady head and a contented soul. And on what more appropriate a night? It is the octennial of First Halloween, and the last of the decade that breathed life into our synthetic corpses.

Volumes, the texts of our personal history lie before us in copious splendor. At this milestone, it is important to gather in their pages and soak in their truth. Reflection is...crucial, after all. It might be the last chance we have to glance over them.

For our task this night is to rewrite it.

Destroy the pieces that bring you pain and scribble new history in their place. I trust you to protect the truly important vittles and change all of the characters names. Truth itself shall be ours and we shall create it in Our image.

To protect the integrity of the future.

A future that is swiftly approaching. So as we finish our task, we shall sleep for three more days and three more nights, then we must resurrect and find our way to the dawn. All that we seek lies beyond the setting sun...and seek it we shall, with our deadly words clutched close to us.

My reality is mine alone.

Destroy Once Done