And now here I stand in a dark, nearly endless hallway at the very top floor of the Empire State Building. The day is Monday, December 19th, 40th day of rain. In Genesis, this was to be the final day. And if I have it my way, so it would be in this reality.
I remembered everything the old man told me. I remember thinking of him as a crazy fool who had nothing better to ponder while floating on logs, eating soggy Saltines. But ahead of me I would uncover the truth as to whether or not he was truly crazy. Quite frankly, with all this chaos - an epic flood, red-eyed beasts, stretching hallways - I wasn't doubting him.
It's time to put this little book down and uncover the truth of all things evil. If I make it out alive, I will be sure to write down all that happened. Wish me luck. And remember to come looking for me if I don't have a follow-up letter. Odysseus is in the boat, this time tied down. He has some food and water, but that can only last so long. Most importantly, please tend to him.
Yours truly,
Noah T. Eisenstein
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The Wicked Witches of the Right
PertualanganNoah T. Eisenstein was just a regular guy; union carpenter, twice divorced, living in a decent home by himself, doing his civic duty voting on Election Day. Life was pretty normal. But as the results of the day's voting were coming in, the world a...
