Post #251886 by TravelingJones on Thu, Aug 31, 2006 8:13 PM

(An eyewitness account reported today, in a sleepy town, outside the big city.)

THE SMOGMAN COMETH...

Carefully I walk through the open doors of Tacky Manor. Well past sunset, darkness fills the room. A dark and looming figure sits quitely in a corner. Nervously, I strike a match to light my puro.
Silence fills the room.

The glowing amber of my fine tobacco torch stirs the shadow, not. I move closer to address this figure and face my growing fears. I cautiously extend my hand and greeting.
Silence feels the room.

I recoil quickly, hair stands erect upon my neck. Chill freezes spine. A lantern within reach, I toss flame to oil...a flash and burn!
Light fills the room.

A stranger of darkness, no more. Mr. Rapa Nui stands stoic to my child-like antics.
Laughter fills the room.

"Welcome to the Easter Coast!", I say... Silence fills the room.

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