[ebff2011] "He really did drink glass after glass of iced coffee. And he doesn't appreciate the criticism." -Interesting bit here is that I swore up and down this guy was in the hotel, then I realize he's in the restaurant. But I kept the title as it was because it's referencing Hotel Dusk. Gotta roll with the punches I guess.

[ebff2011] Starmen of all ages and military ranks! Do YOU have what it takes to conquer this miserable mudhole in record time? Want to be SUPER like Christine? Crush those squealing humans beneath your cold, hard heel? Feel superior as we stew these meat bags like prunes? (Get your paraffin set aside because we're going to be canning these suckers to take on the road) So shoot for the stars! It shouldn't be hard, because that's where we're from! So kick up your efforts, ramp up your assaults. All Starmen will receive a raise, only one in every one hundred twenty eight will be deemed SUPER enough to take away a rare sacred Earth treasure! Because when we're through, that's all that's going to be left.

[ebff2011] Despoiled sac of bloat, frothing behemoth writhing in the decay below. Sealed in, captive of the pulsating energy of earth. Contagious wretch, held in invisible magnetic bonds. It soaked them. I grew to hate them and depend on them. And then they were released. Stolen. Its power and its prison. Its inhibitor. Its spawn grew larger and more violent. And its anger swelled in propensity. Too large now to fit through the holes to the pristine world above, it hews its cage away without effort. Great chunks of stone and metal tossed aside, difficulty a foreign notion. All of the filth spilled into the underworld is about to bubble up and rot away the surface. Imbibed in the pestilence of the Rat's wake.