Chapter Three
Not to be negative, but this city is a fucking helltrap. Invite the unwilling into town and then tell them to fight crime, fuck that. I'm not a particularly dangerous person. I've done my share of strange things and certainly I can handle my drugs and alcohol better than half of you, but other than that and my skill with a typewriter I'm not good for much. Why am I here?
That begs the question, why are any of us here? Sure, you've all given me your answers in your own words but I want to speak with who the fuck is in charge. I want the TRUTH. And while I'm having a hard as fuck time getting the truth myself, I promise I'll bring it to the rest of you.
Right now I'm being led to believe that people are being murdered by things like demons.(Which in this situation I shouldn't have any problems believing, but I'm still trying to cling to some thread of sanity here, even though I saw that one fucker's face with my own eyes on this fucking screen.). A hallucination, just like every fuck awful thing I ever see. If the dinosaurs in Vegas weren't real, then the one stomping around this god awful city wasn't either. Believing this, I can sleep at night.
I'm still looking for a more secure place to stay than the MAC. Something with a little more privacy. That, and a more steady job. I'm not looking to get into any sort of trading, I just want to write.
That begs the question, why are any of us here? Sure, you've all given me your answers in your own words but I want to speak with who the fuck is in charge. I want the TRUTH. And while I'm having a hard as fuck time getting the truth myself, I promise I'll bring it to the rest of you.
Right now I'm being led to believe that people are being murdered by things like demons.(Which in this situation I shouldn't have any problems believing, but I'm still trying to cling to some thread of sanity here, even though I saw that one fucker's face with my own eyes on this fucking screen.). A hallucination, just like every fuck awful thing I ever see. If the dinosaurs in Vegas weren't real, then the one stomping around this god awful city wasn't either. Believing this, I can sleep at night.
I'm still looking for a more secure place to stay than the MAC. Something with a little more privacy. That, and a more steady job. I'm not looking to get into any sort of trading, I just want to write.