The Etiquette of QueueingImagine, if you will, a void of dark and knotted wood, into which a man steps, quietly, dislodging some ancient membrane and alerting the powers that be.A flash of sensory ailment exhors him from his undergrowth, and a second stretches to eternity as his fall is broken by layers and layers of the furthest corners of the universe.This is the story of the Bad Vibe, and all who were affected by it and the time in which its cat was skilfully spayed once too often for Good Fletchers.A traveller in a far-off land, Good Fletchers ran for his life as wave after wave of the oncoming embodiments of his worst nightmares bit and tore at the root of
That gave me seizures!
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