Game 4 and the Grand AH-WHOOM

The ragged rim of oblivion was now inches from my curling toes. I looked down. My lukewarm sea had swallowed all. A lazy curtain of dust was wafting out to sea, the only trace of all that fell. Chapter 116: Cat’s Cradle, Kurt Vonnegut We’ll look back on this year and wonder why we didn’t […]