All right folks, it’s a new week and in this weird and wonderful week we are counting down to the New Albion Cabaret. I am already in London, i know many of the guests are on their way, and soon we shall be singing you pretty songs about terrible things.
While i am dutifully practicing and responsibly trying to look out for everyone’s well being, Lauren is currently on the floor of her summoning room, with arcane charts littering her pentagram space, anxiously deciding who will make the best blood sacrifice. She is just over 92 after all and those decades don’t come off cheap.
We’re all looking forward to finding out which member of our audience will be horrifically sacrificed to unnameable gods, so come round to find out yourself. Maybe, with any luck, you will be our special, honored guest. Slurpy slurpy.
