06-04-2021, 23:48:19 PM
In the recent past, there was a company known as PublishAmerica. It claimed it wasn't a vanity publisher. One day, people banded together and wrote the worst book they could, and proved it was by getting PublishAmerica to publilsh it. In the year 20XX, a powerful eldritch force reanimated the twitching husk of PublishAmerica. PublishAmerica, in turn, could only do its last action before it lost all credibility. It could only publish the book "Atlanta Nights". It published it again and again. The line between reality and the awful, awful book began to blur over the months. Soon, everything was awful forever. Nothing and no one was even remotely consistent anymore. People's traits would change wildly and at seemingly random. The very concept of time breaks down, everything happening at wildly unclear intervals. Words wrongly were used and grammariatical things were defenistrated as speling stoped being a thing that was; and imporper punctuaton exploded across every writing work, now everyone is dead and-or miserable. Also Henry Archer keeps coming back to life too taht is a thing that is happening,
The Hotel Industry.
The Hotel Industry.
I am the They who says it!

