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I just had a vision. Kittens of Mass Destruction. In America. Knocking over glasses of water. Sneezing on laptops. MEWLING.

Sanity slipping....

TV blaring... Metal cranked to 1000.. I'm screaming and pounding and bashing my head against the wall... but still, I hear Gooby laugh.

Hope!!

Thought I heard a voice on the cb radio telling survivors to make their way to the old church. Gooby won't set foot inside.

My ragged group of survivors is on its way to the church. It seems quiet enouOHGOD! OH GOD! THEY'RE ALL GOOBIES! ALL OF THEM! NO HOPE!

OTL

Scared to close my eyes. Scared to stay awake. Gooby is out there...GOOBENING things. I didn't know. I didn't mean to invite this...

Flee

Wearing shredded remains of my clothing, filthy and exhausted in my sewer pipe hiding place. Gooby has been after me since that first post.