Ten-foot tall winged creatures who may or may not be angels, all named Erika, decide to stop in a small desert town by the name of Night Vale. Upon arrival, the Erikas begin to find themselves tangled in a mysterious plot that goes back to Night Val...
"Erikas, we are officially in Night Vale!" yelled an unspecified yet authoritative Erika. The other Erikas, who were busy Snapchatting and/or Instagramming the trip with #travelaesthetics, looked up, their mild boredom relieved. They unloaded from their seats and gazed at the area around them. The town was desert-like and warm. One Erika noticed a Ralph's, and another spotted Big Rico's. The only other person that they could see was a man, who introduced himself.
"I'm Larry Leroy, out on the edge of town," he said, not really needing to specify his location because they could see the town's buildings were off in the distance. Suddenly, he began to weep.
"Not agaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiin!", whined one of the Erikas, "Please don't cry, you've just been chosen. You'll know what it means eventually!" they said. "However, do you know where we can find a girl named Josie?"
"You mean Old Woman Josie? I didn't know she knew any....angels?" The last word he whispered. The shadowy government agencies and the Sheriff's Secret Police weren't fans of confirming things. Especially when it came to existence. The Secret Police often quoted Oscar Wilde: "To define is to limit."
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