Other ugly reports concerned my intimacy with leaders of occultist groups, and scholars suspected of connection with nameless bands of abhorrent elder-world hierophants. H.P. Lovecraft, The Shadow Out of Time
Cook was nearly deaf, was a sterling chef though he did enjoy his drink. He died how he lived, with his whisk and sieve and his head inside the sink.
Tony was the mate. He was 28. Was the finest friend I had. Run through with a sword and tossed overboard. Who is gonna tell his dad?
Its no big surprise. Everybody dies. Thats small consolation to me now. Chin up, buttercup, when your numbers up. Now my life is flashing right before my teary world-weary eyes.
Steven, Kat, the rest trapped inside the mess wont go down without a fight. Burning through the lock, youre in for a shock when the petrol drums ignite.
Its no big surprise. Everybody dies. Though this isnt quite the way that I thought I would go. Seems my numbers up. Why should I be different from the rest? The deals the same for everybody. Everybody dies.