Strongly Worded Letter

Here’s the deal.Vents? Foolishly overlooked.Epic concert? Rocked, no notes.Bat-chow? Do no recommend.Henderson sobbing? Recommend even less.Being tagged as a corpse? Perfectly fine if that’s what you are; dead weight in an apocalypse simply cannot be justified.The issue is when you’re tagged as a corpse, and you…aren’t one.So you’re left behind.And stuck. He’s stuck here.And he thinks they must have won, the Party that is, because nothing’s really happening except…things are falling apart, like rotting in slow motion.Which is a concern. But. Cool, if it means they did in fact make the motherfucker pay.But that also means nobody has any reason to be strolling back in to fight demons anymore, and come across his not-so-dead ass. Plus also, the place is probably going to keep crumbling—if a master of a realm is axed, the realm doesn’t typically survive. Mordor fell quick once Barad-dûr came down. And he…He did agree to go into Mordor.Well, fuck him.-Also known as: Eddie Munson’s long, weird road out of (the) Hell(-side Down) and into the arms of Steve Harrington’s one-man rescue mission true love.