The diary of a saint

Once again, Connor is sitting in that corner of the bar. He's looking even more confused and bewildered that last time as he scribbles in his notebook.

What the fuck? I could start ranting about that it's fucking impossible and how it breaks the laws of nature, but what's the point? Just about everything around here is doing that and defying all logic anyway.

Long story short; ended up in this hotel a short time ago. Got some info and good pointers from this guy who was sitting in the bar. Then he told me about guys getting pregnant over here.

I'll just do a Rocco here and say: what the fucking fuck?!

How does that even work? Is it only between two guys, or what? Can the guy get pregnant instead of the girl? Forget it, I don't want to know.

Think I just might go celibate. Or start carrying around rubbers at all times. Yeah.


Right, I met a Murph-lookalike. Said his name was Scud and he offered to do some work on my guns. I'll look him up later.

Sitting down in a corner of what seems to be a bar, Connor took a sip of his pint of ale and fished out a small note-book and a pen from a pocket. He's not used to keeping a diary, but he figured that since he doesn't know just what is going on at the moment, he might as well try to keep his thoughts in order somehow.

What is this place? I just wandered in, saw I sign that I should ask a question, and the next thing I knew, I was discussing faith and evil with a couple of demons.

Things like this aren't supposed to happen. Demons should be evil, but it didn't seem like these two were. I don't know what to believe.

It seems like a comic-book with alternate universes. A lot of things seems upside-down. Super-heroes, mutants, demons...

Good Lord, help me. Guide me.