Some entries are ordinary. Some are less ordinary. A few should probably not be here.
Tried all five kinds of beer from Big Thror & Sons (I don’t count the non-alcoholic one - that’s only for people who don’t respect beer), and every single one is a head and shoulders worse than 4 Axes. And I was really hoping they’d be good. Sad. (✦థ ｪ థ)
Turns out those coffins belonged to vampires whose sleep had lasted a little too long. Their rent expired, and now they’re being put up for auction.
Surprisingly, this happens more often than you’d think. I suppose if he gets careless while cooking, or just does something particularly stupid, they’ll eat him immediately.
Though, then again, maybe not.
He keeps receiving packages at three in the morning. Yesterday I saw six identical coffins. Today there were seven.
It is not free. The price is simply collected later.
The interface is beautiful. The licence agreement is written in blood.
Everyone pretended not to notice. This is how you know something is truly dangerous.
Found an old cartridge with an elven archive label. It contained twelve seconds of silence and a list of names.