Apologies for the so-late-it’s-just-awkwardness of the post, but I forgot that I wanted to make a big deal out of this on Friday because such is life. And what is life, even, now that we have the literally eternal — that is, existing infinitely, beyond the bounds of time and space — presence of NECRONOMIDOL looming within the shadows of existence? Worthless, that’s what it is, but the question is also rhetorical flourish and all right let’s just skip to the point.
NECRONOMIDOL, beloved and befeared like few others, revealed at the risk of inducing utter madness among their followers (or, at least, those who aren’t already under complete spiritual enslavement) some upcoming plans, and yes, I do believe that we’re all going to be happy people:
— NECRONOMIDOL (@NECRONOMIDOL) January 17, 2020