Is the government really a cult of murderers?

As you steadily tread across the wet concrete, you hear the familiar hum of cicadas fill the night air.

You turn, the cold breeze whipping past your face. A dark, oninous alleyway lays ahead of you. After a moment of hesitation, you take a breathe to calm yourself, and step forward. Nothing bad would happen, right? You're only on your way home.

As you enter the unknown alleyway, a shiver runs down your spine. It's pitch black now, and it's difficult to make your way through.

An odd moaning noise gets your attention, and you pause in confusion. What was that? The sound only gets louder, and you feel a rush of fear overwhelm you as you stand there, frozen.

You see a flash of pink in the corner of your eye, and turn around, startled. An odd man is crouched at the end of the alley, seeming to be wearing a pink suit.

He makes an odd gurgling noise as he approaches you. Terrified, you back up until you hit the dirty alley wall, which frightens you even more. Quickly you glance around, looking for any sign of escape. There is none, and the pink man is advancing, crawling threateningly closer with each second. You let out a horrified scream, but it is to no avail.

"Ey B0ss, can I habe the pussi pls?" Is the last thing you hear as pink guy lets out a scream, lunging towards you as your world turns black.

420 - 2015 "It was just a prank bro"