(voice-post)

While I am happy to find that both of my hands are still attached, I have no idea where I am, and why I’m so cold. People are screaming, and I see fires eveywhere. Smoke, too, and blood on the walls. There is a corpse missing it’s head sticking out of the ceiling. Smells like it’s been there for a few days, and looks like…something’ ( Read more... )