With the entrance to the official Blood Manor just in sight, a Harley Quinn Impersonator gave us one final taste of the night to come. She said, “Can’t wait to kill you and make your friends watch!” in an oddly sensual tone that left us slightly unsettled as to the nature of her character. So far, a whacked, disorienting attempt at subtle eroticism.
Walking in through those doors gave us this strange sense of completion: the only way out now is through. Walking in single-file, with Seth in lead and our friend Jon Adler in caboose, we braved the night. Thankfully, and less interestingly, the slightly psychotic power dynamic had dwindled away.
So we entered…
Tall skyscrapers with twilights devoid of stars. Taxi cab drivers: mute. Subway cars with redundant seat colors and silent neighbors, eyes bent down to a flashing screen and ears plugged with headphones. No one talks. No one looks at each other. Sterile, boring, depressing.
We’re here to shake things up.
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