While the rest of you are dealing with your identity issues, I've been working at enhancing your defenses at the apartment complex in the event of, say, a demon attack.
From what I've read about demons, they're kind of hard to sort out on looks alone, aren't they? And while the apartment building in itself is good and shielded from demons getting inside, that doesn't keep them from wandering the property outdoors the last I checked. If they really wanted to, they could always set the building on fire, smoke everyone out, and kill you dead that way. Unfortunate scenario, no?
I'm going to need access to your security room to install some of my upgrades. I'm setting up an enhanced security system that'll circle the block, complete with my own version of an extremely advanced sulfur chemiluminescence detector. If you've done your homework, kids, you'll know that demons leave traces of sulfur wherever they go. Once my systems get a whiff, they'll be sending up alarms in so many directions that you'd have to be deaf, blind, and stupid to not notice if a demon is headed toward the front door.
Yeah, I know. It's really good.
I'll accept gifts of gratitude in the form of alcohol and pizza. Preferably both.
Sometimes I wish I could punch reality. I didn't need to go visit a world where Mary was alive and I was actually getting better, thank you very fucking much. What the fuck happened last week and why did I wake up covered in receipts that amount to the contents of at least three liquor stores? Not that I'm not gonna stash some of th
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