A revolting vision, bits of flesh, bits of plastic, blood... The city has been spoiled, stained.
crack Realplayer v 10"You are being investigated. Please stand still and wait for the arrival of the guardians," says the voice.
You freeze, doing as told.
The hippie grabs some piece of torn cloth, probably a sheet, and starts collecting the largest pieces. She stops, turns around, and starts sobbing. She notices you and tries to call you.
You start walking in her direction.
Posted by dan at February 16, 2004 4:58 PM | TrackBack