Fuck you, Caleb!
FFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUU
You know what happens when normal people only have a couple hours to prep for a game? You get some cultists, in a house, with a human sacrifice, and a Shoggoth. Is that good enough for Caleb? FUCK NO. He has to come up with goddamn time-traveling 4chan trolls from the future using total surveillance history as pseudo-precognition, in a fucking three-act structure spanning thirty motherfucking years!
How about you slip in a puddle of FUCK YOURSELF. I'm gonna go find a beautiful woman to hit on, so that when she looks horrified and grabs for her can of Mace I DON'T FEEL AS BAD ABOUT MYSELF AS I DO RIGHT NOW.
...in all seriousness, that was really fucking impressive. Congratulations. And fuck you.
Best line of the game: "Pastor Glancy pulls out his Deagle."