Because Mulligan had an epic dice roll for whether or not people in a restaurant had a camera, it turned out a photography convention was being held at that hotel ... The photo in question was taken of a couple of Japanese fellas standing outside with a black Mercedes. We've been joined by the original offshoot of the Aum cult!
And we have reasons to believe we're going to need tinfoil hats going forward. In fact, the plan is to make stetsons with a Faraday cage inside, because we're all sophisticated, like. After all, isn't the tinfoil really meant to ward off things like radio waves? Then a Faraday cage is what you want! Simples!
Our journalist pal took us to see her father, who managed to translate enough of the old scroll we had in our possession to realise it wasn't the lyrics to a Eurythmics song. But we definitely agree that there are shenanigans afoot in Texas.
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HOLY CRAP, we're the X-Men!
From last week, we were left with a number of zombies to defeat in a warehouse. This resulted in lots of shots to the legs (Gunney’s in particular); Sam sneaking out through a hole he blew in the wall – and conveniently returned when the rest of the party were just finishing off the last of the zombies, of course; and Mary suddenly finding her faith started to have some startling effects – and got a halo to prove it. Is she actually one of Grimme’s servants or has she just spent a load of pent-up XP in order for the rest of them to start greeting her with “Hail Mary”? Either way, laying on hands turned out to be a rather useful thing to have … Not that it cured Gunney’s delusion that he now has a superpower: a telekinetic hand that can stop bullets. We’re screwed. Especially since a lady from the future hired us to go find some sort of portal housed in a Steven Spielberg film.
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