It is 2003 in West Mooreland. The war on terror has begun. The four members of a local high-school punk band are discovered tied to a tree with their right arms sawn off. Their teacher tells the evening news they are better that way. The West Mooreland Novelty Co. makes new masks. Alien cocoons envelop those who wear them. A new club drug hits the streets. Teenagers turn into libidinous homicidal maniacs. There is only one explanation. West Mooreland is in the middle of a cosmic battle between wicked kings and witch queens. The smile drools.
The drool worms.
The worm glows.