Post by Reborn on Aug 3, 2007 18:21:18 GMT -6
In what seems to be becoming an all to familiar scene here at GZG Magazine headquarters a note accompanied by a riddle was submitted randomly to our office. The note and riddle was contained in a red fluid stained envelope with the return address marked as "Hell". Here is a copy of the note and the riddle:
"Am I a riddle master? No. In fact I hate the fucking things, but at times when you want people to look away, you present them with curiousities. Could I kill a cat?"
"Am I a riddle master? No. In fact I hate the fucking things, but at times when you want people to look away, you present them with curiousities. Could I kill a cat?"
Be you ever so quick, with vision keen, by your eyes, we are never seen. Unless perchance it should come to pass, you see our reflection in a looking glass.
