It was when the Chaos Club made the impending

It was when the Chaos Club made the impending impact public that I decided Raymond and his crew weren't coming on the Arc. Without the extra weight, we could arrive on Mars before

the impact collidors entered the drop zone. Me and Raymond needed this time analyze the air for Residue. With the right amount of Hetch-B54, we could created the most destructive

blast, and the air would clear of the busy voices of the city. Residue had disappeared-right when I needed her most-so Raymond and I searched as time till we released the explosive

feelings we had been feeling for the past two minutes or so. Raymond and I had it with the city, the voices, the disappearing residue. We jumped on our Vespa instead and headed for

an old farmhouse which was on fire. The flames licked the roof and black smoke came out the windows. All the occupiers perished in the blaze before the fire brigade arrived. Ray an

gered the gods with hubris and this was the result. So as a penance he covered himself in the ashes from the fire and wearing sackcloth, walked barefoot on a pilgrimage to Jerusale

, a town similar to Jerusalem but everything was always on sale. He went shopping crazy, he bought seventeen new sackcloths, an enchanted wardrobe, and an intricately decorated

unicorn tapestry. The latter he hung on the wall by the enchanted wardrobe. The next day, he reached for one of his new sackcloths, but was shocked to see they'd been transformed

into beautiful dresses. "Oh, no," he groaned. "I don't want dresses, I just want my sackcloths. What do they take me for, a fairy princess?" He sighed and put one on anyway. Might