You lock yourself inside a safe. An airtight, nigh-impregnable, otherwise empty safe. I roll to barrel.
Who're you? ...Don't matter. Want some rye? 'Course ya do! Here's to us. Who's like us? Damn few, and they're aaall dead. *gushes unintelligibly over our cat, Sunshine* [Nexus characters, grouped by setting: Ouroboros: here Maesda: here Others: here ]