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While most in Burrowgatory seemed content to let loose for the All Sinners' Day festivities, work still needed to be done amongst the merrymaking and vice spinning. At least, that would be the excuse a certain maligned workaholic would offer if one asked why he oh so refused to take the time off and pull himself away from his computer for long enough to have some Fun. Granted, part of it was he felt he couldn't afford to go out drinking, lest an even larger hole be burned into his already pre...

The Toy Fair, littered with kiosks of both independent artists looking to sell their wares, as well as a welcome den to any intrepid collector of goods of the trinket variety, the event served as a veritable smorgasbord to any would be collator of thises and thats. A place where artisans flourished if they knew how to market themselves right, a mindset the pink greed bun had already been well acquainted with as he drifted his way into the crowd, backpack overflowing with handmade plush and pa...

The smell of deep fried, saccharine sweet food in the air, the cacophony of buns chattering along with their loved ones, the tinny sound of worn out speakers cheering when a prize is won or lost. The mysticism of the fairgrounds isn't one to be jeered or scoffed at, its environment, so filled to the brim with artifice and excess it provides a perfect breeding ground for merrymaking when you're speaking of those of a more sinful nature. And as the crystals above began to dim as is their nightl...

click-click click-click click-click It was a slow day at the thrift shop, no doubt in part due to both the imp festivities abound and the dawning of the summer season- not that its owner particularly minded much. Kennedy wasn't much of a fan of the season anyways, the heat none too friendly to his particular sense of fashion nor did his particularly pasty skin much appreciate how the crystalline light of burrowgatory seemed to grow in intensity ...