We want to believe in an ordered universe. Some grand architecture holding it all together. But there is only power. Beautiful, chaotic, naked power!
Time after time, you try to take this castle. But you will never succeed, Skeletor. Because you’re not the Lord of Destruction. You’re nothing but the Lord of Failure.[to Skeletor]
This abattoir of a universe is teeming with the dead because men and women are born solely to die. Gods, however, we live forever!
The universe, it’s chaos, and hurt, and death. But it is everything else, too. It’s beauty. It’s love. It’s life.
Magic gave birth to Eternia, the first planet in all of creation, the nexus of all space and time! And the Sword of Power is what binds that magic to Eternia. But now that the Sword’s gone, the magic is gone with it. Without magic, Eternia will rot and die like an unwatered houseplant. And as goes Eternia, so goes the entire universe.
Life is nothing but an endless agonizing free-fall into death, devoid of any hope. There’s no reason, there’s no plan… We are, all of us, utterly alone.