M. Jane Worma: Submitted for the approval of the midnight society, I call this the tale of the gay apocalypseWorma: it's about this guy who turns out to be the antichristWorma: but he doesn't want to lay waste to the cities of man when Gabriel blows his hornWorma: he just wants to keep having fucked up gay sexBarker: relatable
Worma: anyway, this guy is secretly dating his pastorWorma: who gets visions from God that he's supposed to kill his loverWorma: but he doesn't want to do thatWorma: he really just wants to keep having fucked up gay sexBarker: see, these guys know the score
Barker: though technicallyBarker: i don't know why you couldn't have fucked up gay sex and also be the antichristBarker: like, i don't think those things are mutually exclusive
William Peter Blatty: oh come onBlatty: do you know how much work it takes to be the antichrist?Blatty: it's a lot of workBlatty: you wouldn't have any time for any kind of sex
Barker: pfft how much work could it beBlatty: itBlatty: It's lots of work!Blatty: you have to go around putting your mark on things!Barker: whatBlatty: you know, so you can buy or sellBlatty: you all act like none of you have read revelations!
Barker: well, if i was the antichrist, i would make timeBarker: especially for fucked up gay sexBarker: that's the best kind
Barker: love me some real fucked up gay sexBram Stoker:Barker: ah ha i saw that lookStoker: what? what are you talking aboutBarker: don't play coy with me, bramBarker: i know what you're thinkingPoe: clive, leave him alone
Worma: anyway he's the antichrist but then he decides not to do itKing: wait you can do thatWorma: sure, why notWorma: what if they threw a biblical Armageddon and nobody showed up