Oh, how lovely! Look at the bright shining moon, and… whoa. Look, it’s getting darker. Look, it’s turning black! Ohhhhh shit. Uh, you guys? Are you seeing this? The moon has turned orange. Now it’s… OH MY GOD IT IS BLOOD RED. THE MOON HAS TURNED MURDEROUS CRIMSON LIKE THE DAWN OF A THOUSAND BLOODFEASTS LET THE APOCALYPSE REIGN… Oh. Wait a second. Okay, the red is going away. And now the blackness is receding, too. Phew! Close call. There it goes. Almost gone. Yep. Completely gone. Wow! I’m totally Facebooking this.
Oh, how lovely! Look at the bright shining moon, and… whoa. Look, it’s getting darker. Look, it’s turning black! Ohhhhh shit. Uh, you guys? Are you seeing this? The moon has turned orange. Now it’s… OH MY GOD IT IS BLOOD RED. THE MOON HAS TURNED MURDEROUS CRIMSON LIKE THE DAWN OF A THOUSAND BLOODFEASTS LET THE APOCALYPSE REIGN… Oh. Wait a second. Okay, the red is going away. And now the blackness is receding, too. Phew! Close call. There it goes. Almost gone. Yep. Completely gone. Wow! I’m totally Facebooking this.
Ned Lannamann is a writer and editor in Portland, Oregon. He writes about film, music, TV, books, travel, tech, food, drink, outdoors, and other things. More by Ned Lannamann
Dude….they should’ve played ‘Dark Side’, man…
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