From the Desk of Mr. Mumble: T.H.U.G. Total Horror Underground
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Tragedies don't come often working for I.S.C., horrifying mishaps and unforeseen developments yes, but today was one of those rare summer days when the smell of rotting flesh wafted over the graveyard. I refer, of course, to the top floor elephant disaster in our new underground research facility. Men with more time than sense caused us all a lot of problems. I refer, of course, to the men we hired to build the ceilings in the building.
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They built them so thin something as mundane and usual as a human sized flea could break them. I feel almost personally responsible for so many deaths due to my decision to hire the cheapest builders money can buy. The psychiatrist I built told me "You're too good to be at fault, sir." That seems so relevant today somehow… I hear a few employees escaped, so good for them!
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As for me, I've decided to never build anything underground again. It's just too much hassle and despair. In other news, our new 'Sky-Mines' will open soon.
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Mumble to the Whisky Cabinet! (Where all sorrow is washed away.)
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