It was one of those days in Burrowgatory when the yearly weather cycle gathers clouds high up in the ceilings of the cave, threatening to empty their bellies of water on the unsuspecting buns in the city. On a normal day, most Succubuns would carry an umbrella and carry on with their day as usual, indulging in all the temptations the city has to offer. Today, however, few of that debauchery was to be found on the damp streets of Burrowgatory. The colorful avenue...
