Long time readers of the Walrus know that October is always a rough time for updates. We spend a little over half the month deep in the woods, adorned in odd vestments, wearing the faces of others, and lying to hundreds of people so as to send them into pure horror.
We drink their screams with our earholes while caffeine replaces our blood. It’s a good time.
But October is finally over and updates can start again. This page and the pages to follow are a part of the story that’s been a long time in the making and we’re very excited that it’s all finally congealing into existence. We hope you enjoy it as much as we’ve enjoyed hammering it out of our collective psyches.
We love you all.