After all the bloodshed, the chaos, the friends we've lost along the way, we stand here at the gates of hell itself, and here we stop the carnage. Because today, there will not be any death. Today, there will not be any sadness. Today, there will be no mourning, no terror, no fleeing. Because on this day there is but one noise, drifting through the air and into my diseased body's ears through my mask of steel.

And it is rain in the forest.