I Am the Watcher: Difference between revisions

Clint Marsupial finished reading the tablet. It was a dark and dreary day in the city of witch-haunted Arkham and a deathly hush surrounded everyone. Recently, several men were found in the streets of Arkham cloaked in blood and robes. Among the bodies a copy of this parchment and a copy of the horrible tome, The Necronomicon were found amongst this carnage. Clint called people who were there on the scene of the crime and none responded. Clint asked people about what was going on and none had a clue. He figured it was just the air bringing out people’speople's weirdness at first but he was a private eye. Private eyes were supposed to know more about these unnatural happenings. However, Clint Marsupial couldn’tcouldn't figure anything out any time he tried to figure something out. It was as if something was controlling him. Something was controlling him in fact. That something was controlling everyone. That something was eating people from inside from its nonexistent mouth. That something was destroying sanity with its visage of a naked man.