It's Been A Good Run

Editor Lindsey Babcock was on her way to Quediting night last Wednesday prepared for a normal night of cackling over campus drama and meticulously scanning the draft for Lisa’s time to beat. However, an unexpected turn happened when she went to open the Quoffice door. Instead of being greeted with the smell of newspapers and stale quesadillas, she suddenly found herself inside of a large chestnut wardrobe. The door shut sternly behind her, pushing her further into the thicket of mothballs and fur coats. After wading through what seemed like a never-ending wardrobe, her foot met the edge. In a miraculous test of faith, she took another step. Suddenly she was tumbling down a large hole, passing many strange objects and creatures as she fell. She saw teacups filled with whippets, Beavers conversing mid-air with Gary Granger, and the Quear Jar spewing expletives into the aether. With a large thud, she landed on a massive stack of Quests. Startled (and a little annoyed), she stood up swiftly and began to brush the mothballs off her clothes. It was at this point she realized her breath was catching on the air, and snow was falling from above. The wind picked up and through the blizzard emerged the silhouettes of Queditors past. The figures approached, their presence heavy, and one reached forward holding a silver platter. On the platter was a singular Turkish delight, impressed with the words “eat me” atop of it. Unable to stop herself (the tumble had made her quite hungry), Lindsey ate the Turkish delight. The tale stops here. Some say that her soul was encapsulated in the constellations, or that her ghost haunts the Quoffice, and even that she’s still trapped in the strange land of snow with the rest of the past Queditors – but we can’t print hearsay.