Amos is missing.
We and the police have been searching for three days. The police seem particularly disinterested despite the fact that, y'know, his brother was fucking MURDERED not that long ago. No word from his parents. I don't blame them. I don't know what we can tell them.
Until his possible return, I am now the de facto blog manager. As if there's much to fucking update given that all of our friends are dead.
Garry, Qom, and I basically live together now. We've taken to sleeping in shifts. We don't know who might go missing next.
...I don't believe in a God and I don't care what God your word goes out to, but if you believe in something--pray for us.
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