indesolution

And no one has been shot, stabbed or wished into a hellish alternate dimension yet? Though this may qualify as the latter. I can't decide which is worse, a world where the poisonous atmosphere could mutate our cells beyond repair at any moment, resulting in unattractive and pain-ridden deaths for all, or the one that was about to be overrun by ultimate evil. Oh, how did that go, by the way? Did we live, only to then be destroyed by the darkness we unleashed in our own midst? I'm referring here to Willow, of course.