I've just finished a brief stint in rehab ladies and gentlemen, but I still have a craving. The spirits, they have dined with me on many an occasion, and they beckon me to bring them an offering. Upon brokering a deal with a rather astute client I have regained some cognitive functioning that was previously taken from me through various lesions and chemical warfare.

I have purchased an estate in a secluded area in Oregon, at the urging of my master, and I now desire to have a house warming party. I am inviting guests from all walks of life. If you're lucky, you'll fill your stomach and maybe have a little room for dessert after a little winding down. That's assuming we're not pestered by the demons, ghouls and ghosts that are rumored by local townsfolk to stalk the night.

I'm looking for a minimum of 30 dinner guests. Your identity will become anonymous upon stepping over the threshold of Castle Quentin. Wouldn't want your past to haunt you.

Dinner will be served April 1st.

1.
2.
3.
4.
5.
6.
7.
8.
9.
10.
11.
12.
13.
14.
15.
16.
17.
18.
19.
20.
21.
22.
23.
24.
25.
26.
27.
28.
29.
30.

1. Malion
2.
3.
4.
5.
6.
7.
8.
9.
10.
11.
12.
13.
14.
15.
16.
17.
18.
19.
20.
21.
22.
23.
24.
25.
26.
27.
28.
29.
30.

wat

1. Malion
2. Curtis
3.
4.
5.
6.
7.
8.
9.
10.
11.
12.
13.
14.
15.
16.
17.
18.
19.
20.
21.
22.
23.
24.
25.
26.
27.
28.
29.
30.

You motherfucker

Please refrain from using foul language.

How did you-

This is the power bestowed upon me in return for services I dare not speak of for entities I dare not gaze upon again.

quentin ur drunk

Tricks @ 22/3/2014 20:45

quentin ur drunk

With the power of the lord, perhaps.

April 1st? This is a joke, right?

Matt @ 22/3/2014 22:15

April 1st? This is a joke, right?

Anything that involves purchasing a place in Oregon is a joke.

You have my word that these are not the words of a kidder. The date is legitimate.