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.