I conjecture (...) I further conjecture (...) I’ll present no such ideas, because I’m not a complete dumbass (...) He cut his own throat with a pair of scissors at the age of 52. (...) So, is anyone feeling angst?
You need a campfire, some distant animals howling, and merry band of teenagers for this kind of story to work.
You need a campfire, some distant animals howling, and merry band of teenagers for this kind of story to work.
Clever. I don’t suppose utility being served by theatrics occurred to you?
I suppose it was overdone though, especially the title.