I think...

Ohgod.  I've... turned into my mother.  This is... no.  I am not going to be my mother.  What the hell kind of flood is this, anyway?

[sigh]

And to whoever's keeping track, my warden item is no longer registering Marco Campbell.  He's gone.  His room has reverted to standard.

...I'm really going to miss that guy.

My mother is a force of nature.  I won't take responsibility for her actions, but if she upset or offended anyone, I'm sorry.

[Friends Filter]
My mom left... a lot of food behind.  Bread.  Cookies.  Lasagna.  Casserole.  I'm pretty sure I won't be able to finish all of it without actually exploding.  Anyone interested in sharing?

I have a gun, ammunition, and few bottles of water, and I'm supposed to get to some kind of megalopolis within two days?

Right.

...This would be so much easier if my magic was working.

Anyone else thinking "Oh, god, oh, god, we're all gonna die?"

[Video comes on to reveal Molly and Cissie sitting next to each other on Molly's bed. Their posture is the same, and they're in almost the same position on the bed. They are wearing identical expressions of weariness and resignation.]

Is anyone else getting really tired of this flood? [Molly's voice is utterly unamused.]

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