May 15, 2010 16:13
[[The voice sounds...a little agitated.]]
So far people seem to think the punch has been spiked, we've been brainwashed, I've heard aliens, the fun little idea that somehow everyone of us shot up or shot down or we're all just generally tripping on some super-effective acid but somehow, in all these theories, it's happened to all of us.
What about the idea that this is a sort of afterlife? Surely not all of us are junkies, I smell nothing off on my breath or my person, I have no injection sites on my arms, nothing. I hate to sound like the Bearer of Bad News, but isn't it another possibility that this is a sort of heaven wherein we can't remember our lives or who we were but we're blessed, each of us placed here for some reason, perhaps to help another, perhaps as lovers or friends or family in our former life, but isn't that a better possibility than all of us getting hit with mystical super-powerful roofies in every drink we consumed?
[[Then, a few moments later:]]
Do...any of the other men have nothing but...speedos for swimwear?
i don't know why i have this icon,
getting religious,
can't say her name properly,
what a dick,
flood : who dat is?