The Weekly Comet 43 (comments and critcisms welcome)


It was a dark and stormy night, around 4 pm (p.m. for you Chicagonians). A blinding light flashed across the sky, illuminating the otherwise calm Blackberry Lane. A man stumbled towards the dark and foreboding house in the middle of the street. Its door hanging open like a gaping
Look, if you had one shot or one opportunity, to seize everything you ever wanted in one moment. Would you capture it or just let it slip? Bear's paws are sweaty, knees weak, tail is heavy; There's vomit on his collar already: mom's spaghetti.
Aaaaand we're back! After one full glorious year hiatus from the TWC, the international publication with the hardest-hitting sources and stories, our writers (both paid and unpaid, local and international, hired and…otherwise affiliated) are back, better than ever, and ready to make this Christmas edition even
How the weeks fly by: The Christmas edition of The Weekly Comet is already upon us! There really is nothing week about it. If you're reading this you know the game: Wildly accurate assessments of family members' past present and future, with little regard to the laws