Evil Insurrectionist both loves your face and applauds you failure.

Nice sculpting with the shotgun.
Occasionally this happens.

I can't watch videos.

But after your done waiting hopelessly, as the grim reaper begins to stalk your every footstep, nd the fear of death ratchets through your spine and overwhelms your nervous system revolts, till you begin to break down into a gibbering pool of melted jelly form the Horror, of the actual death you never faced as you got put in the salvation envelope and delivered back home as per (not your request) whoever is captain of our Destiny does it.