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Luftschwenk internal memo (Patreon)

Published:
2024-11-06 01:07:02
Edited:
2024-11-09 01:09:38
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2024-11
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Rick2tails sponsored the leak of this "alert" poster which was put up in the crew lounge of every airship, as well as behind every ticket desk and boarding gate throughout the 1920s and 30s.

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Walter Reimer

Is there a place reserved for him in the cargo hold, with the mothers-in-law?

Rick2tails

if they had caught "senor Ricardo de los Dos Rabos" but they never did

Decadent Arsenic

I am now picturing a Monsieur Richarde Deuxqueue that regularly laughs like Le Quack from Courage the cowardly dog to try and keep in character for his alias.

typeandkey

Doodle Request: Well hello again, Boils and Ghouls! Strap yourselves in and allow me to guide you through another heart-stopping issue of Tomb of Terror! Tonight’s sickening story is a tragic ballad I call “The Drinking Dagger…” Burnside has always been a cantankerously bloodthirsty creature so when she found an ancient, dark-magickal artifact, she thought she was roses, little did she know she’d be pushing up daisies. The artifact was a very sinister looking dagger that offered the boon of allowing whoever wielded it never ending energy and stamina in battle, just so long as it’s thirst is quenched with a never ending supply of fresh blood. Burnside wasted no time in putting the dagger to use, going on a violence filled rampage across the countryside that will never be equaled. We see her now at the end of her apocalyptic rampage. Her reverie in her own bloody carnage is short lived, however. The dagger still thirsts but there is no one left to take blood from. No one other that Burnside, that is. With her throat being the only one left unslit, the dagger uses its dark influence to force the foolish raccoon to guide its blade toward her own neck. She feebly tries to stop her arm from moving with her free hand, but it’s no use. Her fate was sealed the moment she picked up the dagger… Well, kiddies! Say what you want about Burnside, but no one can accuse her of Not Making The Cut! Ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!