>>6037343>>6037349>>6037365>>6037520>>6037564>>6037628>>6037644>>6037684>>6037696>>6037719>>6037824You reach for your medication, as it typically resolves such encounters. You sigh when you realize you are out of pills, and being a poor cashier at Walmart, you have to ration what meds you can buy. "You aren't how I expected the Antichrist of this cycle to be like," the demon comments, looking at you judgingly. "I think you got the wrong house," you sigh, questioning if it has mistaken your residence for another. "I'm just a cashier at Walmart." "It's possible I got the wrong house," the demon concedes, as you are clearly not fitting its view of the Antichrist. "I did crosscheck the address multiple times though. Does the idea of fist-fighting the christ at the end of the apocalypse stir up any memories?"
>Listen, lady, or demon, or whatever you are, the most apocalyptic thing I've dealt with is Black Friday at Walmart. Does that count?>Unless 'christ' is a new nickname for my manager, I'm afraid not. Besides, my biggest fight is trying to get through a shift without a caffeine overdose.>Maintain eye contact and grab the Taurus Judge from your nightstand and blast this sucker with 5 shots of 410 gauge #4 Buckshot as you let loose a terrified, "AAAAAAAAIIIIEEEE!" and "I HATE THE ANTICHRIST!">Inform her that your no-solicitation policy extends to demons, and your soul is not on the market. Also, you are definitely not paid enough to fist-fight the christ at the end of the world.>Comment on how rude it is to drop in unannounced, even for a demon, and ask if she could return at a more reasonable hour, like never.>Offer her a cup of tea and ask if she likes board games. Also, a blanket and pillow if she plans to stay—no sense in being a bad host.>Write In 