Apparantly most of my worldly goods Have gone missing…but they have been replaced by a giant goat…
Elonden
Very poor resident of Fallen London
Cant Play Cards
Looking for associates(cause that Freemage person creeps me out)
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Ladies. Gentlemen. Individuals of mysterious and indistinct gender. I, Anselm Brasher, after months of compounded effort, have come into possession of an Overgoat.[li]
I wish to report that a few months ago, I managed to acquire an Overgoat, whom I have dubbed Gilmore. Its appetite is prodigious; the stuffing in my chaise longue has not been the same since he joined the menagerie…
I now possess an Overgoat. Praise be to the Nadir, which provided well over half the funds.
If I can only find a lacrimal well and build a derrick on it, I shall be awash in Cider, soon enough.
I suggested several names, but it derided all with fearsome capslocked assonance, and put its hoof in the milk pail. I thought ‘Google’ was a pretty solid pun on ‘Overgoat’/‘Overcoat’, myself; I am forced to suppose in some slight extent ignorant, though whether of Russian literature or its electronic counterpart, I cannot say.
Sorry about the delay in updating the list over the past week or so. I shall endeavor to never make such a lengthy lapse of an updated list happen again.
Please note that if I don’t respond timely, it is not out of spite, but rather because my mind is elsewhere.
After straining the boundaries of my sanity in the Cave of the Nadir, I announce the acquisition of an Overgoat. Now if only I could remember who I am. Ah, well … I’m sure the Overgoat knows.[li]