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The water will also randomly being to gurgle up more than blood, spitting out chunks of flesh and tissue. On occasion, it will run clean but who can say when? On the plus side, everyone will be granted a Lunchables meal of their choice (even from ( Read more... )

The youngest of Troy's household suffered a fatal blow to her wise little head. We actually missed which bellhop did it, too. It was a rare moment of everyone blinking at the same time. But, really, little one, you really didn't have any luck. Let this be a belated lesson to you about trying to be alone ( Read more... )

Yes, again, Sokar. You'd think he'd understand that his position wouldn't really allow him to survive long. Especially not where lovely Ella, with her fine brown curls and cold, cold hands lurks. Who put him there, though? Who thought it safe? Is someone really to blame ( Read more... )

The unready Muse of History is gone, devoured. Don't look for a body, muses. You don't have the stomach for what you'll find.

The weak are crumbling faster and harder than the powerful. Where are the strong? Too many to defend? Or is it selfishness, even fear?

We're sure you have your excuses.

One usually expects that celebrations for one's day of birth won't include their own demise. But that was how Anteros celebrated his twenty-first, slain by the one who took down Thanatos.

Another lesson for you all: don't hang around corpses, especially if you want to make a speech.

We would also like to report the cupcake was untouched by the

And he fell like the others, that son of Nyx, that brother of Sleep. Thanatos is dead, cigarette hardly enjoyed, unprepared for a fight like that. Was there a gentle hand for him in the end, like the hand he once extended to those he used to take?

You'll know for certain when your time comes but we'll spoil it for you: there wasn't.