Day 78: Turns out my acolytes wrote rude jukes all over my face while I was passed out from drinking worm bile. I've been walking around like this for WEEKS and nobody dared tell me?! Next time the smuggler caravan comes by, I'm getting a wardrobe mirror installed.
Day 78: Turns out my acolytes wrote rude jukes all over my face while I was passed out from drinking worm bile. I've been walking around like this for WEEKS and nobody dared tell me?! Next time the smuggler caravan comes by, I'm getting a wardrobe mirror installed.