Mister Blastman, on 09 June 2016 - 05:45 AM, said:
Last night, I was in the midst of a crumbling city on the brink of war. Shattered windows rained down from above as explosive bombast echoed from the rooftops. And then there was fire and sheets of metal! Streaks of green and blue and red bolts blazed through a boiling cauldron of ash as rockets and artillery scorched the serene outskirts of town. And out of the haze... a figure emerged, proud and pure it walked, closer it came and the fighting stopped. Everyone stared in awe as they wondered who this man was--to brave the tempestuous turmoil--to risk life and limb to cross the divide to do what?
What did he say?
What did he do?
He smiled. The face smiled! And then I saw him for who he was! It was Russ! He stretched out his arms as if to beckon us all to remain calm! He winked! He said everything will be okay!
And then I woke up.
Alas, 'twas nothing but a dream, but I thought I'd share.
Good day, warriors. May your battles be clean and pure.

What did he say?
What did he do?
He smiled. The face smiled! And then I saw him for who he was! It was Russ! He stretched out his arms as if to beckon us all to remain calm! He winked! He said everything will be okay!
And then I woke up.
Alas, 'twas nothing but a dream, but I thought I'd share.
Good day, warriors. May your battles be clean and pure.


This happens to people all the time. Don't panic.