Jun 23, 2010 18:33
[Today, all the cornstalks at one edge of a field are shaking with the bass from blasting music. The source appears to be a large coffin-shaped thing carried by a teenage priest, who is muttering to himself.]
Ah... I think I must have gotten turned around somewhere.
[...Although it might be a little hard to hear over the music.]
((sssssslowing down.))