The Dead End
Ticket Collector.

Segool iFool. It is my purpose. He is the holder of reins, the director of dread. This space is an attempt to thwart his enigmatic schemes, to regain control of time and direction, and in doing so summon a herd of fellow yous' released from the grip of their own inner masters, to stampede across the Earth until the last of us fall for the least of us to devour.

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These are difficult times, your mind is under siege, and only in Brotherhood can we banish the forces intent on permanently occupying that which we thought could not be taken from us. Our time. Our will. Our cum-crusted socks, or whatever is clutched dearly when the Voices whisper foul in the ghostly hour. Say the word, and I will forever listen.