Content warning: Mild swearing, Moderate Body Horror (Lovecraftian, not gore)
GM
17th June,
Bedlam City
One hot afternoon...
As usual, Fat Joe put extra onions in his hot dog for the Tattered Man. His onions were quite nice. Unlike the bread or the meat which were meagre and passable if one was being generous. Ever since the Tattered Man had helped Fat Joe he had always got extra onions.
Fat Joe was as tall, bald, and rotund as ever. His smile was no less beaming. Maybe, since the Bad Beat had burned down and Blowfish was in hiding, well, maybe he smiled just that bit brighter.
"Whats up, my friend? Any news? Any good jokes for me?"