Instant Regret Kit
- It’s not good stuff
- We really don’t know how to stress this enough
A Multifarious Mehrathon Mystery
The lights flickered again and the room grew cold as Irk stepped over the crumpled mass of his friend Glen. Streaks of red covered his face. His teeth were mangled. His limbs were nowhere to be found. He was truly a pitiable sight, grotesque and contorted on the ground.