[A video is posted. Caliborn stares down the barrel of the camera. He seems to be holding a quivering CAMERASPRITE by the proverbial, if not literal, throat. He is dressed in his godtier attire. With his free thumb, he flicks an "8" pin out of a doll. Reality blurs. At first nothing seems different, until Caliborn laughs and tosses CAMERASPRITE aside. As it falls, it turns to follow Caliborn's gaze. His glassy red eyes are locked in hateful glee with Snowman's. She is sitting on a boulder, smoking casually. In an instant, time distorts. Caliborn has charged forward at impossible speeds, impaling himself on her lance. An alternate Caliborn duels with a future-past Snowman, crowbar clanging harshly off her lance, wielded with the finesse of a rapier. An egg timer rings. Two more Caliborns, similarly dressed, emerge from a suddenly-present oven grinning. The video ends.]