The daemon went forth into the black earth, arising from his subterranian kingdom, with thunder rumbling in his belly, speaking in a grumble, these mysterious words "Ma-cha-ca, ma-cha-ca, ma-cha-ca!" And so the evocation manifested from a plume of sulphurous contemplation, consuming mortal fear and edrozeba delights. And Garduno, King of culinary indulgence, did bless the famished one with gluttonous pleasure. So It Is Done!
B OOK OF B LINDLIGHT Another sacrifice deposited into The Hellmouth Gate. This one reads " Welcome Home" advertising services for a…
S P E C H T R E U M A well done & refreshing overview on the beloved genre. Enjoy the atmosfear tremendously.
⸸ broken windows: Perhaps the vandal should have also deposited a Molotov cocktail therein! [ negative man coverage] But get a load of that…