Thirty Third
[So, John's been wandering around, trying to find his room. It WAS on the tenth floor, but as seen as that floor stopped existing, he's been left in much the same predicament as a lot of other residents. He'll dictate into his journal as he walks along]
Hell, you'd have thought this damned place would give us a map or something to find out where it moved our beds. Makes you wonder what the whole point of this mess is anyway.
[And then, he finds it. Home sweet...oh. Oh no. He's just seen who his next door neighbour is. It's that pink horse. That fucking pink horse]
Oh HELL, no.
Hell, you'd have thought this damned place would give us a map or something to find out where it moved our beds. Makes you wonder what the whole point of this mess is anyway.
[And then, he finds it. Home sweet...oh. Oh no. He's just seen who his next door neighbour is. It's that pink horse. That fucking pink horse]
Oh HELL, no.