Dear Lost,
When our heroes descended into a subterranean lair on Tuesday night, my skin instantly started to crawl. Then I remembered.
The heroes might encounter a decomposing corpse or two.
They may be attacked by a monster made of smoke.
Mysterious Others may kidnap and torture them.
But no matter how deep into the lair they venture or how many nights they spend in the jungle or how many haunted cabins they visit at midnight with only a flickering lantern to guide them, there is one thing that you won't make me watch.
A single bug.
And for that, dear Lost, I thank you.
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