Oct 8, 2004

Abandon hope

Work is a desolate place, a wasteland of death and destruction. There is nothing there anymore, nothing that can be recognised as what it once was. The plague of locusts, the overhead lights dripping blood, the supplies and furniture and registers, all dessicated and destroyed, turned to rust and wormwood. How was I to know that the Yawning Gateway Of Blood that opens to the All-Consuming Eternal Abyss Of Penultimate Evil happened to be located in the men's room, and that it could be opened simply by jiggling the handle?

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