[Ooh, are they sharing horrible arrival stories??

He's come to the point where he's not even going to ask how the hell the whole ocean froze over. Probably that was the week the sun went out.]

I came in when the flying demonic elevator was scooping people up. Barely took two steps on the beach before it came for me. Then it spat me right back out just to chase me down again, like a cat with a mouse.

Today's bunch still have it worse. You think it's getting meaner?