[@Crumbs]


We, sister. We got the clock so we got the time to smooth out the cement for the foundry. It's all motherfucking, on the breeze. The rest of our kindred are more than welcome to drop on in and sort out relations with any of our abstract adventurers. But right now, my brain is more gooy than a spider dinner. I need restabilize my matter before I turn into splatter and get set off to a ghost busters prop set.