The anticipation of the holy one

How I long for thee, oh holy one! Like the moth to a flame I am drawn to you. Do tell, will you be the end of me?

I've been told that good things come to those who wait. This time it just might be true. Even though the notion is based on so much hype that half of it could be distilled into one salty motherfucking cocaine overdose. But I know a hype-ridden flop when I see one. This, my friends, isn't one.

Gears... of... Waaar!