Father.......I am sorry......I failed you......I didn't know how to win......I had to invent new rules.....I thought you would want me to stay alive.....now you are not sure.....if you think I have lost my way.......maybe I should die.....I will not suffer.....if i do not survive.......Thank you......for creating me

A farmer comes home one day to find that everything that gives meaning to his life is gone. Crops are burned, animals slaughtered, bodies and broken pieces of his life strewn about. Everything that he loved taken from him - his children. One can only imagine the pit of despair, the hours of Job-like lamentations, the burden of existence. He makes a promise to himself in those dark hours. A life's work erupts from his knotted mind. Years go by. His suffering becomes complicated. One day he stops - the farmer who is no longer a farmer - sees the wreckage he's left in his wake. It is now he who burns, he who slaughters, and he knows in his heart he must pay. Is It possible that this man can change? Maybe. Then again...maybe not.

And so I cry sometimes when I'm lying in bed
Just to get it all out what's in my head
And I, I'm feeling a little peculiar

And so I wake in the morning and I step outside
And I take a deep breath and get real high
And I scream from the top of my lungs
What's goin' on?

And I say hey, yeah, yeah, yeah yay
Hey, yay, yay
I said hey, what's goin' on?

And I say hey, yeah, yeah, yeah yay
Hey, yay, yay
I said hey, what's goin' on?

And he tries
Oh my God, do I try
I try all the time,
In this institution

And he prays
Oh my God, do I pray
I pray every single day
(Nyaaah)
For a revolution!

And I say hey, yeah, yeah, yeah yay
Hey, yay, yay
I said hey, what's goin' on?

And I say hey, yeah, yeah, yeah yay
Hey, yay, yay
I said hey

(Don't cry out loud)
(Just keep it inside
and learn how to hide your feelings)

(Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah yay)
(Hey, yay, yay)
Hey hey hey
I say hey
What's goin' on?
Yeah!

"I remember it like it was yesterday.

The time after he left, I mean.

Oh it was a national hysteria. No champion had ever simply abdicated from his position, let alone do it by wandering into the insanely dangerous ridge with only his team late one night. Considering he had taken the crown from Soup not even a fortnight earlier...

They looked for him everywhere of course. Soup had to have known, but never let on, perhaps Will made him promise silence. They must have spent a fortune. But after several months, it became clear that Will did not want to be found. Will always...had a way with Destiny. Like he trusted it more than he trusted his fellow friends. Perhaps rightfully so...he had many admirers but few friends.

But they say if you go deeply enough into the Appilachian Mountains, far off in America, and listen into the wind, you can hear claps of thunder, and the cries of a roaring Iron Banner...

Laughs Then again that is just the ramblings of an old man."