Our minds are sodden sponges, steeped in the countless horrors of the world. Each day we stare through a thousand windows onto a myriad of unbearable atrocities, drinking in the blood, absorbing the screams. A torrent of twisted messages slide into our consciousness, redefining our morality, shifting our boundaries and sculpting our limits with oily caresses, luring us to transition from sanity to sickness. All it takes to become a monster is an alignment of moments, a coalescing of circumstances to leave the accumulated filth leaking into our eyes and mouths like gore and brain matter slopping from a shattered skull. Each day, each night, we walk the margins between good and evil, redemption and damnation and our cumulative choices lead us to either reach out and help, or reach out and kill.