Welcome back to Ol’ King Creole’s Half Priced Voodoo Shop!
Fuck, now I’m even starting to type this shit out now. Hey guys. It’s me. Travis. Still alive unfortunately and losing my sanity little by little every day. I know you guys probably have a lot of questions as to how the hell I’m even able to talk to you guys right now. And I promise I’ll get into that. As painful as it is to talk about.
But if you’re new here, then allow me to introduce myself. My name is Travis. I work here at Ol’ King Creole’s Half Priced Voodoo Shop. And because of my own stupidity, I’ve ended up becoming a human puppet for my boss. King Creole. And when I mean puppet, I do mean puppet. I’m suspended by strings from the ceiling and my face is white as chalk and I’ve got stupid red cheeks painted on. During work hours my mind is sort of, disconnected from my body. My body and mouth say things that my mind doesn’t want to say. I’m basically the most disgusting thing in history. An overly cheery store clerk.