Exodus (asleep)
Past the trackless wastes and blasted heaths, past the unending barrens where in raged long-dead gods and blood-stained warriors, on through the ages and the sand and the biting wind he trudged, coat-tails fluttering in the breeze. his eyes dark with the smoldering embers of aeons now only a memory, he resumed his tireless exodus towards the unchanging heavens and hells coldly awaiting him in the starry vaults that loomed over him in the dead night sky.
He is carrying
Millenium User Utilities,
Millenium and
Millenium Channel generic.
He is in Hell
but lives in Pending
by himself.