Concerning Our Terrible Choices Coming to Fruition...
almost 8 years ago
– Wed, Feb 15, 2017 at 08:06:59 PM
Merciful heavens. What have we done.
This entire escapade was a mirthful diversion when it was still being considered a playful exercise based on passing fancy and hubris, not unlike accepting a dare to enter a haunted house. At midnight. Alone. Without shoes.
We all should have reconsidered. Let our better discretions dictate our action. Because now... oh now, there's no turning back. We've opened the door. We've stepped inside. And now Bedlam Hall has funded.
We would like to thank you of course. Gratitude is customary at these sort of milestones. But looking at the terrible implications of all our actions, a sense of terrible dread has filled our hearts. We've encouraged you to join us in this horrible effort. We feel slight pangs of guilt in our actions. We didn't want to be alone. But now, we realize we've condemned you to the same dark terrible fate. We're now responsible for your participation in a dark and dreadful endeavor.
Sorry. Our bad.
But let us keep walking forward, perhaps if we keep a quick pace and eyes steady we won't be distracted by what we might see in the darkness. Let us focus together on the first stretch goal - The Terrible Tale of An Unsettling Tradition. This particular tale was first told at the Los Angeles game convention known as Strategicon, let us take a look at those happy participants -
Oh.
In any event, we at least have each other in this dreadful pursuit. We have 28 days to endure this dark path we walk. Best we venture forward together, comforted by our mutual participation and camraderie in knowing we do this in unison. And we are grateful you accompany us.
Still, we wish we had our shoes.
Ta, darlings!
The Monkeyfun Gang