This is a stick-up! Give me all your cultural and folklore knowledge!

Rage

He descended from the heavens silhouetted by the morning sun. All I can see clearly of him is his shining red eyes. He says my soul is forfeit. I ask to which soul is he referring. He did not laugh. He instead loosed beams of energy. I dodged, they followed. Hit my heart and shattered it to pieces. He tells me my soul is his. I laugh.

"So what can save you now?"

Kafuka.ME

Kafuka.ME is a general instance that has a few 'highlight focuses':
Art
Technology/Computing
Gaming
and Emulation/Retro Computing!