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( I got a man that makes the devil pale / I got a man that makes me want to kill / And yeah, we're all gonna burn in hell )

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Your alcoholic friend needs some Haloperidol or some Librium, or the angels of mercy are going to detox him to death.

Can anyone tell me why the elevators in these buildings can't really accommodate a piano? I can't be the only person around who lives in apartments AND owns a piano, can I? Although, I guess a more to the point question would be...what is up with the landlord? do people get stuck in the elevator very often and do we have a maintenance service on call to help deal with such situations?

Obviously I'm new here. The name is Ed Strong and I'd like to invite everyone around for drinks, but given the elevator situation and the apparently murderous landlord situation I'm not sure a gathering would be appropriate that will have to wait until I get more settled in--right now you'd all end up sitting on boxes and drinking out of plastic cups from the corner grocery. Not that there's anything wrong with plastic cups, mind you, it's just that I always feel a bit guilty about using them, even if I do recycle. Which I do. Re-using them seems gauche somehow, so yea… I'll just wait until the boxes are unpacked and I have access to my glasses and stemware.

In the meantime, don't be afraid to stop by and say hello or send me a note here on this forum. Also, if anyone knows of some nice bars or pubs in the area would you let me know? I like to go out in the evenings for a quiet drink and a chance to meet new people, so I'd love to get some recommendations.

I look forward to meeting you all very soon! Cheers, folks!

{After midnight on Saturday, there is a loud knocking at Vlad's front door, a pounding, even. It goes on for a minute or two, furious and fast, and then stops suddenly.

When the door is opened ( this is embedded an inch into the wood:} )

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My darling professor, you must tell me more about our benevolent Landlord.

[In response to this]

What. The. Fuck?


You've got to be kidding me, that voice post wasn't real was it? Just a...belated Halloween prank? I mean the landlord's an asshole, but he's not...he wouldn't...


Right?

Oh God, this place is so fucked up.


On top of that, I finally met my next door neighbor, Montgomery, and turns out she was leaving the damn place because someone's after her. As in, to kill her. And apparently that person lives on my floor. How does anyone keep living here? The rent isn't that great, considering all the, you know, violence and stabbings that keep happening.