That feeling when the peace meeting you're trying to run dissolves into utter chaos because apparently both sides needed to come
armed to the teeth to said peace meeting and be complete assholes about shit that went down three hundred years ago, only to get pulled through some weird ass mist that apparently you were the only one to see because no one answered when you were all "oh hey I know you all want to murder each other right now but anyone else see this mist coming
from freaking nowhere???" Only to find yourself unceremoniously dumped into the middle of the woods and oh hey, don't let me forget to mention the creepy ass thing in the woods. Like it was kind of cute, I guess? But in that way of oh boy I've been fooled before by this kind of cuteness, that is only cute until the moment it decides to try to eat your face, cute.
Is this a Monday thing? I haven't really been anywhere that uses Monday as a date for a while but this feels like something that would be a thing when you say
it's Monday with a deep sigh like the universe has just decided this is the day all the shit things happen on.
So.... Dunwich. You always this foggy?