Möglicherweise leben riesige, unsichtbare Spinnen in euren Schädeln. Und das ist nicht irgendwie metaphorisch gemeint... Ihr werdet das als alberne Angstmacherei abtun. Aber etwas als Angstmacherei abzutun ist eines der ersten Symptome der parasitären Spinneninfektion. Ihr könnt die Spinne nicht spüren, denn sie kontrolliert eure Nervenenden. Ihr könnt sie nicht sehen, denn sie entscheidet, was ihr wahrnehmt. Ihr werdet nicht mal merken, wenn sie Eier legt. Und sie wird Eier legen. Was passiert also, wenn eure Familien, Freunde und Nachbarn von diesen Kontrollfreak-Schädelspinnen befallen werden? Wir werden es alle herausfinden, auf die eine oder andere Weise - und keine davon wird besonders schön sein.
Warning: You may have a huge, invisible spider living in your skull. This is not a metaphor. You will dismiss this as ridiculous fearmongering. Dismissing things as ridiculous fearmongering is, in fact, the first symptom of parasitic spider infection - the creature secretes a chemical into the brain to stimulate skepticism, in order to prevent you from seeking a cure. That's just as well, since the "cure" involves learning what a chain saw tastes like. You can't feel the spider, because it controls your nerve endings. You can't see it, because it decides what you see. You won't even feel it when it breeds. And it will breed. So what happens when your family, friends, and neighbors get mind-controlling skull spiders? We're all about to find out. Just stay calm, and remember that telling you about the spider situation is not the same as having caused it. I'm just the messenger. Even if I did sort of cause it. Either way, I won't hold it against you if you're upset. I know that's just the spider talking.
STOP. You should not have touched this flyer with your bare hands. NO, don’t put it down. It’s too late. They’re watching you. My name is David Wong. My best friend is John. Those names are fake. You might want to change yours. You may not want to know about the things you’ll read on these pages, about the sauce, about Korrok, about the invasion, and the future. But it’s too late. You touched the book. You’re in the game. You’re under the eye. The only defense is knowledge. You need to read this book, to the end. Even the part with the bratwurst. Why? You just have to trust me. The important thing is this: The drug is called Soy Sauce, and it gives users a window into another dimension. John and I never had the chance to say no. You still do. I’m sorry to have involved you in this, I really am. But as you read about these terrible events and the very dark epoch the world is about to enter as a result, it is crucial you keep one thing in mind: None of this was my fault.
“The book’s smart take on fear manages to tap into readers’ existential dread on one page, then have them laughing the next.”--Publishers Weekly
