"Carson has combined his passion for helping children with his love for one of Cincinnati's favorite past times - cornhole - to create a unique and exciting event perfect for a corporate outing, entertaining clients or family fun."
Henry was an accomplice. It was his karate chop that stunned Brendan in the first place.
"Carson has combined his passion for helping children with his love for one of Cincinnati's favorite past times - cornhole - to create a unique and exciting event perfect for a corporate outing, entertaining clients or family fun."
Namo and Reg descend the dark, spiral stone staircase behind the kitchen that ends at a large wooden door. The door has two large iron rings and above each ring are the initials “CJR”. “Nice knockers,” quips Reg. At that, the doors open automatically and they enter the chamber, lit only by the light of a few burning torches. The dungeon is littered with many curious devices of torture including a rack with leather straps, a St. Andrew’s Cross, various paddles and whips hanging on the wall, and an iron maiden. Reg glances around the room as Namo takes on a more enthusiastic interest inspecting the various objects in the room. As he lifts a paddle from the wall, the iron maiden slowly opens on its own. WindyCityActor steps out of the metal sarcophagus decked out in leather boots and pants brandishing a cat-o-nine-tails. From beneath his mustache, he sneers at Namo, “Looks like we have a hostage situation on our hands.” Reg gasps with surprise and turns to Namo with a questioning look. “Uh...save yourself, Reg. I’ll take care of this,” Namo says as he holds up his hands in defeat. Reg chuckles, “If I don’t hear from you in an hour...carry on.” A strange electric hum can be heard as Reg ascends the spiral staircase followed by what could only be described as giggling.
As Reg reenters the kitchen, Jordan and PalJoey are heading towards him glancing curiously at the stairs. “Ooohhhh...what’s down there?” PalJoey asks. “Sports memorabilia,” Reg responds. Dejected, Jordan and PalJoey retreat from the offensive staircase. “Why don’t you tell me what you found in the autopsy?” Reg asks as he leads the pair towards the parlour.
"What can you expect from a bunch of seitan worshippers?" - Reginald Tresilian
"TheatreDiva90016 - another good reason to frequent these boards less."<<>>
“I hesitate to give this line of discussion the validation it so desperately craves by perpetuating it, but the light from logic is getting further and further away with your every successive post.” <<>>
-whatever2