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Splatters of black, flowing and bubbling over rich red, floating islands where the only law is all against all. We have to keep this from getting out.

Razor edge filaments tendril 'round wrists, slithering upwards and under your eyes into your mind. We have to keep this from getting in. 

Contain it before it contaminates us. Contain it, if we can.

"I'm chaos Mistah Kurtz, chaos--and the rest of the world won't admit that it's just like me."