001 « crusade « voice | polychromatic
Ok, this place has officially pushed itself from Twilight Zone territory into the Outer Limits. I've been here two days, and yesterday, I kept getting inexplicably caught running in place on corners if I didn't give them a wide enough berth. Strangers kept making entirely random comments out loud about the status of things in the city or their personal lives when I got within five feet of them or made eye contact. Rats kept attacking me, and I swear to God, some of them were wearing sunglasses. I'm not sure what's more bizarre: that or the fact that I actually defied the laws of physics and punched them to death. Punched. The tiny rats.
Maybe it was the part where they exploded in a shower of coins afterwards. And the musical fanfare. I'm getting a headache from that same damn trumpet noise every five seconds.
[Advil. She needs some Advil.] All I know is that somebody out there has to have a better explanation for what I'm doing here and how I'm getting home than that Damon guy did: because 'no clue and we're not'? Sorry Regis, but that's not my final answer.
Maybe it was the part where they exploded in a shower of coins afterwards. And the musical fanfare. I'm getting a headache from that same damn trumpet noise every five seconds.
[Advil. She needs some Advil.] All I know is that somebody out there has to have a better explanation for what I'm doing here and how I'm getting home than that Damon guy did: because 'no clue and we're not'? Sorry Regis, but that's not my final answer.