Distract guards. Avoid cameras. Fool alarms. Dodge lasers. Steal art.
Construct your own perfect set of happy little girls
“I suggest you take two running jumps and go straight to hell”
“Perhaps it is we who need saving. Perhaps we are the abnormal ones.”
“We are men and women of science. We are the only ones who can solve this.”
What is lurking in the abandoned house? Why is there a door to nowhere?
Death, our old friend and bitter rival, is a looming presence in every fairy tale.
“Aahhhhh. Okay. So you think we’re, like, actually fucked? Like rising seas, and fires and brimstone and shit?”