These struck each other not with their hands alone,
but with their heads and chests and with their feet,
and tore each other peicemeal with their teeth.

--Dante Inferno

Everybody is celebrating or crying or something about the end of the world. Nobody has thought to actually do anything about it.

My best friend is off squandering his food and drink, holding a party, and was too drunk, or high, or something to come with me. But I must find someone. I know of one of the alien agents who's organizing a take over of the world, while nobody's paying attention. I've got to go kill him.

Everyone here is so useless I hate them. That person sitting at home moping deserves to die.