All who wander are not lost; they are just in need of a good map. Welcome to NightVale.
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Listeners, I have been handed a box from a member of the Sherriff's Secret Police. I do not know what it contains, for it is encased in a metallic covering and there appears to be no opening. I attempted to ask the man about it, but he disappeared in a puff of smoke, following his loud screech of victory at his completed mission. More news on the box when the new intern Tessa figures out a way to open it.
NightVale, though it doesn't happen often, we get visitors in our midst. We may not know who they are, or what they want, but we must treat them in the usual manner. The usual manner, listeners…. We have had reports of two men travelling through our small, pleasant town. They are described as traveling in an old black Chevrolet Impala. Their motives have yet to be discovered. More on the story as it develops.
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Well listeners, I have just received words into my mind via my ear canals. This is a strange and unusual occurrence, but that isn't the point of me telling you. The words I heard told me that Old Woman Josie has been speaking to the angels about the visitors to our town. She says the angels are arguing in their beautiful voices about these two men. She can't decipher what all they are saying, but she says one of them is extremely angry, his wings spreading and fluttering in a fury. More on this story later.