[typed from hotel reception and/or a deckchair]
Alright, here's how it goes; you guys are stuck in a zombie-filled summer camp with people from different worlds where the laws of physics and time don't always work how you'd expect. Yes, you're probably also safe back home, but no, you're not leaving without either getting real lucky or turning funny colours and shapes as you try. Yes, your local bad guy's probably here or at least there's the possibility he is. Sure, it's probably a good idea to find some shelter, though you're probably best off not looking at a guy that rooms with seven rappigs and a young kid. I'd be your local Emperor Peony Malkuth, available to answer all these questions and more.
Yes, I'm really an emperor. Check out the hair: it's one hundred percent regal.
... that out the way, I'm kind of in a bad mood, so let's say that the price for all this advice is one awesome story from your world or else some seriously good drink. And not to worry any of you guys, but if you live in a defensible, barricadable position I could sure use a word with you.
Yes, I'm really an emperor. Check out the hair: it's one hundred percent regal.
... that out the way, I'm kind of in a bad mood, so let's say that the price for all this advice is one awesome story from your world or else some seriously good drink. And not to worry any of you guys, but if you live in a defensible, barricadable position I could sure use a word with you.