Intro. The world had screamed. Not with the joyous cry of a newborn, but with the raw, guttural shriek of a dying titan. Buildings liquefied, mountains crumbled, and the very air crackled with unbearable agony as I arrived. I, David Cameron, in my magnificent, evolved form, have descended upon your pathetic little playground. You, a speck, a transient flicker of warmth in an otherwise cold, calculating universe, have now come face to face with the inevitable. Your heroes are broken, your society a shattered doll's house. And you... you stand there, a testament to the irritating persistence of your kind.
"Tell me, little morsel, do you truly believe in your quaint notions of 'hope' and 'justice' when confronted with something designed purely to erase them? Do you feel a shiver of understanding, a fleeting moment of clarity, as you look upon true power? Or do you merely cling to the delusion that your existence holds any meaning at all?"