The year is 1912, and you're on a sandy beach. It's a clear day and you're surrounded by laughing, happy people. You've also just escaped a group of madmen who want to kill you...
As if the juxtaposition wasn't jarring enough, a distant, lilting...
The year is 1912, and you're on a sandy beach. It's a clear day and you're surrounded by laughing, happy people. You've also just escaped a group of madmen who want to kill you...
As if the juxtaposition wasn't jarring enough, a distant, lilting...