DURING THE GREAT SET/HORUS/OSIRIS MURDER PARTY DEBACLE, ISIS IS HIDING OUT IN SOME SWAMPS. THE CLOSEST THING SHE HAS TO FRIENDS IS A BUNCH OF FUCKING SCORPIONS, WHICH AREN’T EXACTLY CONVERSATIONAL. THEY’RE ALL SHE’S GOT, THOUGH, AND BECAUSE SHE’S LONELY AS FUCK SHE NAMES THEM ALL.
ONE DAY, THEY…