So I thought to myself, whatever happened to them Mongrel guys?
Did they die?
Are they dead?
Or what?
I mean, they can't expect me to keep this place up on my lonesome.
It's lonely.
So's I kicked up the wire and shifted into the usual signal, transmit-coasting 'til I'm answered.
Harshly, as is the tendency.
So's I ask, "what gives, you dead?"
So's they say, "what gives, no."
So's I say "prove it then, send me a new Orcakinder"
And the weird thing?
They did.


Which isn't like them at all.
I will get to the bottom of this as soon as I start to care again.

Love,
the dead minotaur