Warning: Do Not Anger the Elder Gods

Decorating my unholy body with ribbons and bows. Feh!
Do you hear me, humans? You will need to sleep sometime. I will be here, waiting. I have the patience of millennia behind me, fools. One more night matters little to me. While you grow fat and complacent, I merely grow more thirsty for vengeance.
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At least your human servants celebrated the Yuletide. Mine merely had too much eggnog, became cranky and bitter, and then lost consciousness.
After the Yuletide ceremonies, though, we told a horrid tale of drunkenness and Martha Stewart, entitled The Eggnog That Should Not Be.
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