Aug 30, 2015
I made some flyers to help spread the word. First stop is my buddy's local comic book shop, a place he has learned to call home after stopping by every Wednesday since he was a young pup.
Here is something I just wrote. The time is (5:56 AM) Woops, starting to swerve...
The 6th Level was a fresh grave yard, the solemn tone dressed in three piece business suits and sporty dresses. The Mezger Automotive family was left rotting and spoiled. Bodies were contorted into obscure polygons, pieces of appendages in different corners, and one poor soul still holding his head in one of the handicap slots. They died with fear on their faces. It was disgusting. The terror in their eyes were worse than the scene itself. Some were floating between the cars, their hover belts left on, floating debris in a sea of War, Pestilence, Famine, and Death; the galloping echoing off the concrete walls.