Merry christmas to all!
Now there will be a break until tuesday next week, the 29th.
And btw...
The blizzard raged across the mountain pass, cold as death itself. Igor skulked, as igors do, along the corridoors of transparent ice.
"Mathter, it ith ready"
"Good Igor. The sky rages with lightning, you may pull the lever. Tonight, we make history eh?. Off you go."
"Yeth mathter... er mathter?"
"Yes?"
"If it ith not too much to athk, would you mind a hythterical laughter of madnethh?... you know, traditionth.."
"Not at all, if it comforts you. Haha...HahahaHAHAHAHAHAAAHAAHAHHAAAA!!! Will that do?"
"Motht conthiderate mathter."
Igors master stood for a while looking through the window at the raving storm, then sent for his secretary.
"Send a message to Bogarus, official seal... titles, you know, all that stuff."
"And for the content, your highness?"
"Oh, no content. Just put my name there, in capitals."
Official message for Arioch, grand impostor of Bogarus.
God of Caulum, the undeceivable, he who tempers the spirit, god of air sends you a greeting:
EAT ELECTRIC DEATH!