A pair of men in suits knocked on my door today. They asked if I was religious. I said no. Then I shut the door in their face. I'm not interested in proselytizers.
But, hey, it looks like they left me something on my doorstep. A brochure for the Children of the Cold. Like spirituality is something you can sell. (Not that I spend much time on it myself.)
I must say, though, this entire scenario feels eerily familiar. I guess no regime is any different from the last, eh?
But man, these Children of the Cold guys are tenacious. First the letter, then the doorstep proselytizers. I don't see why they feel the need to get any more members. Probably for sacrifices or something. I don't fucking know.
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