The portal led us into an alley between the 46th police precinct and a sandwich shop. It always smelled of fresh-baked bread and roast beef around there, which was a big improvement over the usual pis
We're moving this thread to Saturdays so we can unleash our burdens on the weekend for a change.
Yes, but you have to change your relationship to success, money, and data in order to make it happen.
Everything is the worst, and there's not sign of it getting better anytime soon. Is there any way to keep our creative spark alive while being pulled in a thousand direction every minute of the day?
A mental patient escapes an asylum and becomes a monster hunter during the Apocalypse, but doesn't know if he's killing monsters, humans, or if it's all in his head the whole time.