A dark, purple cloud passes overhead as lightning storms pass through them. It was like the sky was a big purple brain and it was having an epiphany. People run past, in panic screaming, “Mosters! Monsters!”
My first instinct was to reach for my organizer and find out what I should be doing. My organizer tells me, that I shouldn’t be in Arkham, I shouldn’t be at the General Store, and monsters are not supposed to be roaming around the city.
For the first time in years, I realized that I didn’t know what to do. They don’t teach you about monsters in marketing school. Now, I have never seen a monster in my entire life, but apart from being efficient, I’m also very open-minded, so instead of badgering the old shopkeeper about some antique gold coins, I figured I needed something to efficiently protect me from monsters and I thought of getting myself a gun.
An evil fog envelopes the city. My vision blurs. I decide to enter the store.
As I enter the General Store, I hear the news on the radio. News says that a family is found butchered. A man with a back pack was by the counter paying for some wares. He says to the shopkeeper, “I’d leave too, if I were you.” “Maybe I will, Mr. Colt,” says the old shopkeeper, “Maybe I will.”
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