It was the 13th of March and Droogs was just opening his 6th bottle of Faygo. The time was 12:00pm. Dead noon. As Droogs sat staring at his terminal watching the brutal robot girl's actions, he couldn't help but wonder why he wasn't looking for local GILFs. He pressed his ashen lips to the lid of his "Ragin' Orange Ronald Reagan" flavored Faygo while browsing his favorite site www.greyarchives.org in a pleasent manner. Droogs began sipping When all of a sudden!
"HOO HOO HOO"
"GAH! I knew that bastard Matchstick's had some damned special ability like those other bastard Felts!" As it turns out the Faygo he was previously enjoying belonged to a man the Midnight Crew had just killed. Matchsticks power to conjure the dead seemed to finally has a use for once in his uselsss life. It seems in his dying breath Matchsticks must have put a curse over everything he could see in the vicinity, and as