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...If this is Zeus' idea of some sort of sick punishment for me daring to stand up to him and asking him if he really wanted to draw that line in the sand then I for one am going to make him regret the day he was born.

I'm not the King of the Underworld for just any reason after all.

Also, why is there so much sand?!

Okay so uh this is not where I expected to be. Like despite all the shitty stuff that happened and losing my brother, Reggie, the way that I did I was able to help my tribe and I was looking forward to whatever came next.

This? This was not part of the deal.

So, name's Delsin Rowe, and if I see a single DUP agent then all bets are off.

What the actual hell just happ Um. This is certainly a bit odd, isn't it? One minute I was in a storage room in London and now I'm... wherever here is. Where is here, anyway? Oh, sorry to be rude. I'm Sasha.

Being alive is exhausting.

Also, this whole having superpowers thing is a lot harder than it looks. When I was a ghost it was so much easier. Does anyone know anything about learning to control this kinda thing? I don't want to accidentally poof somewhere again.

The pen is mightier than the sword. That sword is pathetic and made of plastic and the pen is full of a deadly neurotoxin. It's important to be aware of the facts of a situation.

Welcome to Night Vale.

Hello again friends and citizens of Night Vale. It's been an exciting few weeks. Portals continue to plague our city, bringing with them new citizens to our town. Welcome, as always, to our newest residents.

Our annual Harvest Festival this last weekend was a rousing success with the highest turnout in recent memory. Probably due to the many, many people who have been brought to our lovely community against their will. John Peters (you know, the Farmer) said that his corn maze went off without a hitch and there were only seven disappearances.

Which reminds me. To the family of Intern Keegan, we are very sorry that he went into the invisible corn maze and never returned, lost to probably some extradimensional corn realm. Keegan was a good intern and he will be missed. In other news, there are new openings for interns at Night Vale Public Radio.

Also, there have been flyers popping up around town looking for volunteers for a Sleep Study. The flyers read as follows:

STRANGE DREAMS?

Trouble sleeping? Strange dreams? Terrible dreams? Dreams of aching endless void? Dreams of the unimaginable? Dreams of the imaginable and awful? Dreams that leave you with pangs of regret? Dreams of long forgotten memories? Dreams? Sleep?

Take part in our Sleep Study!

The flyers have no number to call or address to visit and nobody knows where they came from. But if you'd like to take part, well, I'm sure they'll find you.

Halloween is this weekend, and I for one am really excited. Carlos and I have some really great costumes planned and we're going trick or treating with my brother-in-law, Steve and niece, Janice. It should be a really fun, family evening.

Big news! Khoshekh, the floating cat who hovers four feet above the ground next to the sink in the men's bathroom at the station, has had another clutch of kittens. He's really happy and the kittens are doing well and will soon be able to go to new homes. In a few weeks, the kittens will vanish and appear in the homes of their new owners as dictated by prophecy. Pet ownership really is a wonderful thing. Maybe you'll be lucky enough to have a kitten of your own soon.

I hope everyone is enjoying the season and is ready for Halloween.