Some Joker Calling Himself "Chim Richards" Has Been Messing with Us
the dinner hour
interest only, no hard currency
Skies of this World and the Next
9000004 Cloud Tops
The Necromancer S'Claus
Children of the five elements, this world is doomed. An age undreamed of by mortal man is dawning, and in the afterbirth there shall be no survivors; only slaves, and the lucky dead.
Hoard your chewing gums and sharpen your toothbrush shanks into weapons, for you will need all your strength and relics to undo this great happening. Aroo! Aroo! The goat bellows his hoary clarion of victory, but know this: One who is not of you still fights on your side. When the darkness is succulent with foulness, I shall emerge from my sanctuary to wage war once again.
But I need some beer, so have that waiting. Something dark, preferably foreign.
Fancy Cake Party
Let's say 6-ish
One human finger
6358 Delmar Boolevard
Mrs. Chim Richards, Jr.
We journey to a dark place. There is the unmistakable scent of evil, and perhaps some raven effigies, cut from the clothes of lost children. In this place we discover a cake, forlorn and abandoned by its uncaring baker. It smells of liverwurst, and not the fresh stuff.
We cut this cake and discover a myriad of jubilant smaller cakes nestled inside the loathsome husk. These smaller cakes gleam with a fondant that was piped by the Celestial Confectioner, who makes no mistakes; even the rosettes are shimmering with serene majesty.
All of these smaller cakes are yours for the taking.
Fancy Cake Party
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