37th Post-It

[reaping_havoc]

They're coming, City.

They're coming here and you'd better be ready for them. They're coming to torture our children and our elderly and us, and we won't let that happen, will we? We can't.

You don't know what they'll do. You can't. They're monsters, they refuse to let us pass over into the Eternal Sleep. They want to keep us from the truth.

Comments

[narcissus4hire]

Clearly, the brown acid should be avoided...
Georgie-butt? Why all the crazy?

[reaping_havoc]

Don't you want to be saved, Chase?

[narcissus4hire]

I've tried it a few times. Never took. I think I'll pass.
Stop being weird, George. I don't like it. :P

[reaping_havoc]

Weird?

Not sure I know what you mean.

[narcissus4hire]

You aren't normally schitzo. At least, not that I noticed. There's no need for tinfoil hats, no one's gonna get us.

[reaping_havoc]

You don't understand. But that's all right.

Look, I'm going home. You can come with me, if you like.

[narcissus4hire]

Um... Ok. I'll come with.

[reaping_havoc]

Great!

The Lord is with us.

[narcissus4hire]

Yeah. I've heard that before. ... Lucky us.

[reaping_havoc]

Right you are!