third pew from the front, third pew, third pew, okay, okay,

god.

gerry, for fucks SAKE, where ARE you, g. keay ☾ where ARE you, idiot?????

[*click*] [The aftermath remains loud, but somehow, eerily quiet compared to the terror of before. Gerry is deathly silent except for when he directs those who remain to their escapes. His boots are heavy against the debris, even his breathing seeming distant. Lost. [*click*]

i dont think i slept.

its tuesday. no other special day or anything.

to head anyone off at the pass: no i will not join your cult/band/secret society/entity/anything else

you “exorcise” one “ghost” and one guy starts recommending you to all his friends so. guess im an exorcist now. half of them at minimum arent real but they pay anyways so

this gravedigger guy is creepy as fuck, are you all just pretending he’s not here

dare i ask what it is today

whats that old saying? everyday the stranger does things?

obviously gertrude can handle herself fine, but. but still. fucking hell.

who’s coming mannequin hunting.

yeah, alright, i see now. go get ‘em, maggie.

you have one reply to succinctly update me on what i’ve missed. two if im feeling generous. go

I always think about going ahead and getting the name change paperwork and something always distracts me into forgetting about it

its been a real fucking long time since ive painted