Welcome to Night Vale

You know, I'm starting to think this whole "rest in peace" thing is a load of crap. Especially if I'm apparently not going to stay dead. But at least I'm not being forced to do an Egyptian god's dirty work this time, so that's a plus.

I need a beer.

OH, THANK FUCK! I can think again!

I don't know if that was just my brain torturing me for some very specific yet unknown crime or what, but the next time I get a song stuck in my head, it had better be more than just the chorus of something in a language I don't fucking understand. Jesus H. Christ.

If you're cursed to die by an ancient sea spirit and you get dragged to another dimension in the desert against your will, does it cancel it out or just speed it along? Asking for a friend.

It's me. I'm the friend.

Hi, my name is Nancy Drew, and this is maybe the third weirdest thing to happen to me this week.

When I said I was taking a vacation, this isn't what I meant.

How do we get out of here?

So.... Did anyone else just have Gangnam Style stuck in their head for a hot second? I thought we left that back in 2012.

Eddie I'm sorry about the heavy drumming yesterday.

Also... HEY! DEAN WINCHESTER - I'm not crazy, you're crazy! I had the weird Night Vale-ness and could only speak in song. And yes that was Ozzie. Jerk.

[ mcu parker ]

1. How are you doing?
2. You Rick Rolled me! I thought we were friends!

This has to be the absinthe talking, because this is not how I expected that to turn out.

Guess it's getting to that point of restlessness where I should probably get a job of some sort. Anyone looking for some help? My options are pretty open.

[Mick]

You have a face twin here now. I told you they're real.

Never get bored, Google yourself, and read fanfiction written about yourself.

Or do, if that's what you're into.