I notice that "Six weeks yet remain before his shadow may fall on your threshold."
This will be my first Christmas playing Fallen London…may I ask what horrors have come to pass on previous years? Were there hints of what may come this year?[li]
edited by Elnara on 11/17/2013
I recommend obtaining a bottle of First Sporing.When Mr. Sacks asks what you have to offer him, do not offer yourself.
Last year’s Christmas was very different than the one before it(I can’t believe it’s already been a year), so prior Christmases might not be as enlightening as you would hope.[li]
edited by MaskedGentleman on 11/17/2013
My question in this regard is how it may further my search. Especially after the recent results of the recent and ongoing festivities.
Ah yes, I see how offering yourself could be problematic!
I appear to be in possession of 9 bottles of First Sporing so hopefully that will see me through the festivities.
Gods wake ye merry gentlemen
Tremble and dismay
The Crimson Beast of Winter comes
To make you all his prey
Keep your fool selves from his sack
Or you’ll be drained away
For the Masters’ lacreous ploy
Lacreous ploy
For the Maaaaasters’ lacreous plooooy
In Bethlehem, that fine hotel
The lunatics all mourn
To its walls, the Manager
Has them merry borne
Victims they of Mr Sacks’
Contemptuous scorn
And the Masters’ lacreous ploy
Lacreous ploy
And the Maaaaasters’ lacreous plooooy
On the twelfth day of Christmas the Masters sent to me…
Twelve wingéd Masters
Eleven people taken
Ten appalling secrets
Nine glass keys
Eight cryptic clues
Seven is the Number
Six whispered secrets
FIVE CITIES DEEP
Four boxed cats
Three sisters
Two forbidden loves
…and a Sack into which I put me![li]
I actually got 23 First Sporing’s from trading favours with Urchins once… I’m set till the sixth city.
Everything passes except greyfields?
On topic, Didnt throwing yourself into the sack net some rather uniqje rewards/punishmemts?[li]
edited by Blackleaf on 11/21/2013
Wow. That’s a nice cellarful of quality booze! Kudos!
Auntee got run over by a hansom,
Walking home from Spite one Sacksmas Eve
You can say there’s no such thing as Mercies,
But as for me and [CONSTANT COMPANION] we believe!
She’d been drinkin’ too much Greyfields,
And we’d begged her not to leave
But she forgot her sorrow spider,
So she stumbled out the door into the Neath!
When they found her Sacksmas mornin’,
Facedown on the cobbled street
There were wheel prints on her forehead,
Correspondence sigils painted on her feet!
But my tough old crazy lady Auntee,
Survived that fateful Sacksmas rendez-vouz
She had to feed her bats all to the Boatman,
But now this year she’ll live to 82!
Auntee got run over by a hansom,
Walking home from Spite one Sacksmas Eve
You can say there’s no such thing as Mercies,
But as for me and [CONSTANT COMPANION] we believe!
She’d been drinkin’ too much Greyfields,
And we’d begged her not to leave
But she forgot her sorrow spider,
So she stumbled out the door into the Neath!
When they found her Sacksmas mornin’,
Facedown on the cobbled street
There were wheel prints on her forehead,
Correspondence sigils painted on her feet!
But my tough old crazy lady Auntee,
Survived that fateful Sacksmas rendez-vouz
She had to feed her bats all to the Boatman,
But now this year she’ll live to 82![/quote]
The text seems to work quite well with deck the halls. Is that what you were going for?[li]
“Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer”, Randy Brooks, 1979.
I have also been inspired:
Hark the hallowed Masters gloat,
“GLORY TO THE UBERGOAT”
Grains of truth and oceans of rumour,
Pray it remains in good humour.
Joyful, all ye cities fall,
Heed the cheerful Neathy call.
With the gen’ral majority,
Bow to caprine authority!
Hark the hallowed Masters gloat,
“GLORY TO THE UBERGOAT”
Goat by lowest Neath adored,
Goat, our everlasting lord!
Fate and grind will make him come,
Offspring of a goaty womb.
Devouring flesh the goat’s head see,
Please strip us of our liberty.
Displeased as man with clay man to dwell,
Ubergoat, it came from hell.
Hark the hallowed Masters gloat,
“GLORY TO THE UBERGOAT”
Hahahaha! Good show, Cocytus, good show! And now I’ll have:
Hark the hallowed Masters gloat,
“GLORY TO THE UBERGOAT”
Stuck in my head for the rest of the night! :D
Following in the thread, I present you another neathy carol Mister Sacks Is Coming To Town
Hope you like it, found it one day while searching. I did not sung or wrote it, just sharing it in the spirit of Sacksmas
edited by Corvo on 11/27/2013
[quote=Corvo]Following in the thread, I present you another neathy carol Mister Sacks Is Coming To Town
Hope you like it, found it one day while searching. I did not sung or wrote it, just sharing it in the spirit of Sacksmas
edited by Corvo on 11/27/2013[/quote]
That is awesome. I wonder who the singer/author is (in game).