Imagine getting the call to suit up, because there's a world dying. Imagine that it's been your job for the last three years to eat pancakes and make friends. Now imagine it's dawning on you that your light bulb probably isn't gonna be enough for the swarms of 'not-quite-friends' that are shambling madly toward you. Three weeks, and several dozen smashed skulls later it's tough not to wonder whether my affinity for pancakes is all that got me through.