There is an idea of a Dallas; some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me: only an entity. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable... I simply am not there.
When the dark gives way to morning
When the tower becomes empty
When the earth shifts below
And the seas turn black
Then it shall be shown
A sick ass closed-server event/sequel to Wasteland