Sticky end.

Technology will be disabled for some set time. It seems I have been left with little choice.

They will eat with you, snouts red, pointed teeth tearing and pulling. The carcass of yesterday whittled down to bones cracked for marrow, and scraps only corpse flies could find sustenance in. But they say to you, ‘ware the tar! One mis-step brings those snapping jaws ever so close, whether to lend assistance, or clamp closed on fur-lined throat, as you howl alone.

I will have to wait a few days. at least.

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