26/01/2024
Imagine this: it’s a quiet night. Too quiet. There is no moon in the sky, just the oppressive pitch-black blanket of void pressing up against your skin. You’re choking. You’re all alone. Suddenly, a flash of light erupts from behind you, blinding you through locked-shut eyelids. You turn around. An awe never felt in any living being fills your meager frame as you stare upon what can only be described as truth: it’s the Pizzler, the Kai Cenat of Ohio, the Archangel of Gyatt, the Fantum Tax Collector, HM Maddie… and she’s hungry