Monday, August 29, 2011

Ticking (9)

Tick, tock. Tick, tock.

Nat here.

Hickory dickory dot, the mouse ran up the clock.

I had a dream last night. Or, you could call it a nightmare.

Some person named BReather tried to tell me about something. We were in the middle of a rumbling storm, and he was shouting something. I don't recall what, but it was pretty damn important. Finally, when he got the point across, he pushed me into a humongous chasm.

I started to fall, and fall, and fall, for what seemed like forever.

Finally, I reached the bottom of the hole and hit the ground.

I wasn't hurt. This was a dream/nightmare.

But something was awake inside of the chasm. A monster.

And then I wo


guys, tim's back

outside the window, I swear!

lemme go tell Max

Tim's in the house.

He's gonna tell us what happened later.

First, he wants to sleep.



hes saying..something. Words are garbled.

went back to sleep. guess he was just excited

Tim's listening to the Deathwatches

he can hear them too

he has this look about him

his brown hair is burnt a bit at the fringe, there;s a fresh cut on his cheek...

what happened to you, Tim?

we'll blog again when the blog cals for it


  1. What happened to Tim, indeed.

    I'd track down Breather if I were you. It might be your only chance.

  2. Breather's dead, love.

    What they saw was only a -transmission-.

  3. They're fucked. Unless you particularly want to help?

  4. Ha, oh I'll help them alright.

    Just watch.