The Satanistas are chasing me through the ruins of Mexico City. My filter mask is making noises like it’s going to stop working soon if I don’t stop breathing so hard. I’m wearing a bright blue double breasted suit and a white shirt. I have a bright blue leather tie on that’s flapping back over my shoulder as I sprint arms pumping down the ( Read more... )

El Brujo jumped off of the top rope and time stopped ( Read more... )