Always though death was an absolute. That I'd see only darkness and then it'd all be over. When The indestructible man blasted me with his energy rays, I thought my life's work would finally be over, but instead he sent me this place. Now everything feels...different. I feel like I'm no longer needed, not relevant in a world were my philosophy is obsolete and meaningless. Was born Walter Kovacks, "died" as Rorschach, and was reborn in a place I think is worse than the one I left, but for different reasons.

Note: Spoilers for the graphic novel/2009 movie Watchmen. Also, my deepest apologies to Alan Moore.