On a late thursday night, a group of friends used a quogi board to try and communicate with a recently lost friend. What started as a night of sorrow and loss, became a whirlwind of drunken decadence. We were possessed by a force and found ourselves having filthy anonymous sex at the failing gay bar and wrecking everything in sight. When we awoke ravin left us a note saying they slashed the tires of a few cars parked outside the cop bar, and vomited on the courthouse building.
witches never die,