Missing: Collaborate and Listen

Wait, what does that say?



So... are we supposed to stop him or something? Or is this where he stops? What's the purpose of this?

April Fools! Your wife's dead and your baby's a spastic!

Fft Fft

There are nights, sometimes, where in the alley between my house and the neighbors' I hear cats hissing and screaming in the most horribly awful tones one could imagine waking to in the hours between 2 and 3 AM. My first thought when these terrible sounds pull me out of a (relatively) sound sleep is that a witch is getting raped right outside my window. And then, as consciousness gets a pinky grip on my mind and I realize that sort of non-logic can't make sense, I begin to wonder what it is the cats are apparently fighting over. I wonder why they have to pick the middle of the night to start making their hissing, acrid, tarry, sounds. I wonder and I wonder as my initial fear of their demented little screams turns to curiosity and before I know it I'm marveling at these awful sounds until I fall back asleep full of wonder.

And when I'm awake for good they are all asleep in their sunspots like sly bastards.

And that was it right there, you know? End Credits.

Where are you going, where have you been?

Culture, whatever that is. I think a lot of how I'm immersed in it and how I know nothing of it. I mean, it's fitting but that sucks.