I’m the blog assistant for Terrible Tarot, uploading the stuff that [NAME WITHHELD] sends me every week by snail mail, old-timey telegram, messages in bottles, smoke signals, paper airplanes, whatever her paranoid mind thinks is better than phones in the moment.
Last week she sent it by homing pigeon, with news that she and her friends from S.A.U.C.E. have accidentally bought a haunted house for their new headquarters. Today a teenage boy came in person and said, “She’s fine, mostly. They’re all mostly fine. Don’t worry about them.” Then he vanished into thin air.
I don’t know what to tell you guys. I’m I glad that’s she’s mostly fine? I hope the kid told me the truth? I hope I didn’t hallucinate the whole thing because boys don’t normally disappear in an instant except on the last morning of summer camp? Count me in for a yes, to…
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