It's funny how time has a knack for changing people, how it can take a happy little boy with not a single care in the world and turn him into a man plagued by the ills of anger, despair, and self-loathing; the product of a world which devours the meek, chewing them up and spitting them out as little more than a hollow shell of the pure soul which once was, now corrupted and broken.

If a God exists then time is his joke on mankind.