I was taking my evening repose as any other night, sat in a wingback chair of oxblood calfskin, nestled in my study. The wainscoting of the room, comprised only of the most exquisite mahogany and burl oak (in the Elizabethan style of course, I’m not some troglodyte), festooned the room with the soft reflections of the fireplace, each brick of which was individually blessed at the hands and lips of throngs of Byzantine clerics in Late Antiquity.
There I was, swirling the umbral liquid that found home in a hand-cut crystal decanter between my fingers, I do not partake of the devil’s juice, you see, however the silken dance of fluid dynamics I find to be quite mesmerizing, when my bodyman and trusted servant burst through the door!
“Terrance, what is the meaning of this donnybrook betwixt you and my quiet reflections?!”
“Sir, come quickly, there is something you need to see...”
Like lightning, I shot up from my recline and bounded into the drawing room. I was greeted by Terrance and a pair of earbuds, engineered with the precise ergonomics of my listening holes.
“Sir, I’ve found something...”
The ginger press of a fingertip later and I was thrust into the churning locus of humorment, inquisitrocity, and tabletop nerditude. My ears, or sound mouths as I am wont to call them, were filled with the succulent stew I had longed for these many years. Ravenous as a greedy toddler at the teat of mother’s milk, I consumed one episode after another, after another, then suddenly stopped, as there have only been three acts of this scrumtrulescent play released at the time of this missive.
So what are you waiting for? Gift your sound mouths with the luscious nectar of d20 Questions now!
