Dear Mongoose...

Kurgan

Mongoose
Regarding your occasional uber-rare, ultra-expensive limited editions...

Now stop that!

As a lonely, insecure, homeless street-waif, there are only so many times I can both fall for your gimmick, and sell enough cast-off detritus I find in alleyways to generate the funds required to support such elaborate marketing schemes.

My box-mate, Dennis, needed a new kidney, but no, I fell to temptation and instead of paying the black market supplier and the "surgeon" that works out of the back of Roger's Discount Meat Shoppe, I pre-ordered your bloody new limited edition Glorantha book.

He was a good man, Dennis. I'm going to miss him. I am, however, taking his shoes, as he no longer needs them.

So to you, good sirruhs, I say, for shame!

On the bright side, I'm pleased to say there is no end of unwanted d20 materials to use for lining our boxes and keeping the fires going 24/7, so at least we're comfortable and warm in the back alleys.

Now, as I was saying. No more limited editions! Stop that! It's silly. Harumph.

PS. Has anyone seen little Timmy lately? Last I saw of him he was sweeping Roger's work area, and it's been over a week.

PPS. Excellent sausage Roger handed out last night. I really should ask him for the recipe. Damned fine seasoning.

PPPS. Why was the mortician that retrieved Dennis wearing an apron?
 
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