My cat’s at the vet getting bloodwork done and while we’re out I ordered dinner for me and my dad and I’m stressed tf out but thinking about my urban fantasy and I decided to do a quick environment study. I thought the voice was fun.
“The street sign was sun bleached, probably once warning against the criminal act of feeding pigeons, but now it was completely spanked with stickers. Leas Crew. A hand grenade. That same fat-lined illustration of a skeleton smoking a cigarette drawn on postal stickers that I see everywhere. They only just popped up some time after the Anomaly, as well as some strange anti-mage propaganda. “The Devil was born on Sunday.””













