Weekend Open Bar: The OMNIVERSE Is Hell On Your Retinas!

To perceive oblivion is to invite your own doom. Ignore Yog-Soggoth’s dark, piercing clarion call. Turn your eyes away from his enticements. Do the same for the other Elder Ones. They whisper promises that shall only fill their bellies with your psychic-vomit, as your ears bleed and your ocular holes find themselves filled to the brim with gelatinous, former-eyes. Yeah, I know. It’s a letdown. The limitations of our meat-sacks. But hey! Until the great Transhumanism Movement of 20XX, we can spend our time bound in these rot-vessels together! Hanging out at the Weekend Open Bar.

The column at the end of the Internet where denizens of Space-Ship OMEGA gather. To share what we’re up to on a given weekend. Be it the movies we’re going to watch, or the games we’re going to play. Maybe the beach we’re traveling to, to roast our meat-sack’s delicious tender outsides. Share your plans! Your fears! Your social security numbers! I’m broke, and I need to buy original editions of Slaughterhouse-5, and The Martian Chronicles! Let’s console our each other as we weep at our fleeting, transient spiral into Entropy’s satchel of Claimed Organic Entities.