They Just Don’t Make ‘Em Like They Used To, Huh?

“The structure of this roof cap is exactly like the kind of telemetry tracker that NASA uses to identity dead pulsars in deep space… Something terrible is about to enter our world and this building is obviously the door. The architect’s name was Ivo Shandor; I found it in Tobin’s Spirit Guide. He was also a doctor. Performed a lot of unnecessary surgery. Then, in 1920, he started a secret society… After the first World War, Shandor decided that society was too sick to survive. And he wasn’t alone. He had close to a thousand followers when he died. They conducted rituals up on the roof; bizarre rituals intended to bring about the end of the world, and now it looks like it may actually happen.”

Val

Poor HIV is over in the corner, waving meekly, as if to say, “I’m still around. Remember me?” AIDS has become the Val Kilmer of modern plagues.