there is still a thin ray of hope for DMC going back to its roots.
I am one of the antis, I'll admit. But such is the path that I must walk, with hate in my right hand and hope in my left, a gleeful eye cast over my shoulder to the past, and a spring in my step walking towards the future. In the name of the guns, the sword, and the chair, long live DMC. --- If you can see me smiling, you've already died. If I'm laughing, you might have a chance. If I'm quiet, I'm planning on how to get back to smiling.