Blast From the Past: Challenge #00663-A298: Do You Have Time...?
The stars are right, R’yleh is about to rise…and Cthulhu’s Witnesses are out in force, ringing everyone’s doorbells.
Bing bonnnng…
Sally peeked. People in suits with clipboards. On a Saturday. This was never good. She risked opening the door.
There was a dark-stained knife at his hip.
"Oh, don’t worry. It’s ceremonial," smiled the clean-shaven man with the sunken eyes and a desperate smile. "Much like you’d wear a crucifix despite it’s origin as an instrument of death."
The polite rictus settled onto her face. "Ah. I never thought of it that way." He was creeping her out. It was way his tongue rolled around the word ‘death’ as if it were a delicious treat that did it. "How can I help you?"
"Have you heard the good word of our lord and mutilator, C’thulu?"
Ah crap… evangelists…
Nice post frien