Drawing Session Today! (Oct 30) AND Hallowzine Release Meetup!!!!!!

Walking through UMBC's campus has always been a treat for you.

But something feels off as you take your morning stroll.

Turning the corner you pass True Grit's. Empty. Could it be that the food was so bad today that no one even bothered to show up for the donut holes and impossible sausage?

Or is it something else?

The trees become play things of the wind, swaying, dancing about. The leaves, they shudder in the frigid air and whisper. Making your way to the physics building to attend the discussion for your German class you're re-taking for the third time (you had to beg to re-take it after failing the second time), your body suddenly freezes.

Cold.

N o  o n e  i s  h e r e  t o  s a v e  y o u....................................................................................

Yellow

Orange

Red

The leaves speak.

...................Young one

..............................................Hear us

....................................................................and hear us well

......................................................................................................for what we will say

..............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

.....................shall curse your soul............................................................

.................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

You cry out for help. Only you don't. You stand where you are. Still. Rigid. Even if you had screamed, there isn't a person in sight to come to your rescue. They always said the campus was dead as the week came to a close.

Heh.

Dead.

...........Young one of flesh and blood and bone.............................................

...........Heed our call.....................................................................

...........For you shall go to ILSB 302.......................................................

...........In the hours of 1-5pm.............................................................

...........For a super sick drawing session..................................................

...........Where wacky snackies............................................................

...........Will be bestowed upon you.......................................................

...........But...........................................................................

...........Heed this as well..............................................................

...........Our brothers and sisters at Commonvision.........................................

...........Have a pleasant surprise.......................................................

...........A gift.......................................................................

..........The Hallowzine Release Party...................................................

..........will be most grand............................................................

..........Little zines will be made and given out just for you...................................

..........And your friends as well........................................................

The doors of the Commons swing open, and all that can be heard are screams. It's the entirety of UMBC.

Everyone else.

...........The club shall meet at Commons 309................................................

...........At 11:30 am.......................................................................

...........For the Hallowzine Release..........................................................

...........And only then....................................................................

...........W i l l  t h e  f u n  b e g i n........................................................

Gravity becomes nonexistant and you fly backwards to the doors of the Commons. The things you once thought were so real now render themselves as confused memories. The doors shut.

And the building disappears as if it were smoke.