Nine Hundred and Ninety Nine Feet Below Fandom, Thursday
Thursday, July 15th, 2021 09:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Since no new people had arrived yesterday and a considerable dent had collectively been made in the liquor stock of the Devil's Nest... was it really a new day? Had time really moved forward?
Sure, there was a larger divot in the ceiling now that there were much more people chipping away at the rock, but... had time really moved on?
Luckily the cure for existential dread is alcohol.
Sure, there was a larger divot in the ceiling now that there were much more people chipping away at the rock, but... had time really moved on?
Luckily the cure for existential dread is alcohol.