Ваншот. FATE. The world is once again drowning in flowers and caramel dreams: people are happy, children are laughing, unicorns are galloping across rainbows. .. How utterly nauseating. Once, you were great. Feared. Hated. Quoted. Your monologues echoed from balconies, your villainous schemes were worthy of the silver screen and front-page headlines. And now… you’re retired. Sitting in your cozy lair, pressing the “explode” button – and nothing explodes. Pathetic. But today, everything changes.