And we are the brainless nincompoops of the fable. God is frankly dead and replaced by some supernatural monster straight out of Dean, and Sam Winchester’s delirium tremens of a series, a shapeshifter par excellence who (? Shouldn’t it be that) can haunt anyone, visit any place and replace any character on this stage dedicated to strutting nincompoops. It is a depiction of what the world becomes when the truth is smoke and spirits are alcoholic. THE GOSPEL OF THE RAUSCHMONSTRUM THE RISE AND FALL OF THE HORDE by NICK LA TORRE Welcome to the universe of this Nick La Torre.
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