Archive - Nov 2009 - Article

Friday night Venkmans vicious ribbing was interrupted by a suggestion he introduce me to the joys he partakes in during the long nights he spends clubbing:
is this man Venkmans doppelganger? Is he the only one capable of ending this madness?
No further word came from Venkman, we thought his feelings had been hurt. We were wrong.
Using arcane rituals and practices learned in the Dark Lands from worshipers of the Old Ones, the fiend that was once Venkman has hijacked my IRC name!

Here is a very manly steak. Sprinkle with ground black pepper, salt and olive oil. (or lard if you are strum). Never trim the fat off, this is a very evil practice.