ML looks around the room.
"Hmm... pretty dead around here." She thinks for a while. "Dead."
After a short pause, she begins talking to the mostly empty room,
"Okay, everyone pay attention. This place is dead. Ferazel's Wand, while still a great game, isn't really supported at all, and this place is just falling apart."
"Now, in my family, when someone dies, we have a wake. A good, Irish wake. Where you get drunk, fall down, make a fool of yourself, tell the relatives what you really think of them, eat lots of food and tell bad jokes."
"But first, you have to make a toast to the deceased." ML walks over to the bar, pours herself a glass of whisky, and raises it.
"Here's to you, FW. I'll never look at spiders the same." She raises the glass to her lips, downs the shot of whisky and looks around at the silent room, sighs, and goes back to sit beside the fire.
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Official Member of WIRP
(ML: addicted to Chocolate and the other Good Things in life)
"Embrace the geekiness."