Board Thread:Vs Thread/@comment-26180030-20180721133605/@comment-35403906-20180725214951

Millenial humour can be weird, I mean, in my day we just told shit jokes about implausable individuals knocking on doors, now it's hip and cool with "Our Brood-Lord, whose name shall not be written where it can be read"'s children to fuckin rip several of my limbs off and use them for the weird eldritch octopus equivalent of indulgement (Have you ever seen an octopus try to devour someone's arm?). If you're having trouble, I recommend carrying around unripe strawberries, the smell drives those hooligans away (Allthough, this may only apply to eldritch bois, I'm not sure how it works with skeletons).