When it comes to postcards in the box, it seems to be either feast or famine... and today it looks like the feast is BRAIIIINS.
This is a pre-printed card, but it DOES appear to be coming from a besieged correspondent hiding out from the legions of Seattle's undead in the not-too-distant future, so perhaps we should take the circumstances into account.
Our unhappy friend writes:
"Everyone made fun of the apocalypse until it happened. Now it's too late to stop the plague from spreading -- unless Frank's time machine works. If this makes it back into the past -- it's too late for us.
Save yourselves!
I hear them comin--"
Hmm. That didn't end well. Time to practice up your
Thriller dance, everyone!
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