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She is a lover of hugs, chunky-knit jumpers, waffles and getting stuck in awkward places. Also a hater of liars, arguments, Brussels sprouts and the sharper side of velcro. She contains multitudes, contradictions, surprising amounts of polyester stuffing, enveloping hugs and an overwhelming potential to break anything not fixed down with industrial-grade adhesive.
 
                 
            I threw a stick for my dog and she came back wearing a top hat and waistcoat. She was oddly fetching. Rorchach's famous ink-blot tests aren't actually considered legitimate psychiatric diagnosis tools, but Rorschach himself really saw something in them. Will there be bondage at this kink party? There's bound to be! I can't stop writing fanfic about how loud foghorns are. It's got to be my favourite ship dynamic. My trouser press is causing creases! Oh, the ironing!
- Bucharest v. To purchase a stay at a hotel or inn
- Duffle n. Two thirds of a trifle
- Panache n. Pansexual longing
- Sanskrit n. A 19-sided die
- Undermine n. Magma
In the spooky spirit of our recently completed Dracula 3 playthrough our puzzle section this month finds itself freshly haunted by a mystery most foul! The wordsearch!
As if we simply couldn't get enough of Dracula 3 (and golly if that's not the exact opposite of the truth), another of its expertly-integrated puzzle forms was that of the humble Nonogram or Picross! And if ol' Drac can shoehorn them in, why can't I?
Do you like silly British people talking about nonsense? I'll be frank, if you said 'no' I'm going to wonder why you're here. But for the non-masochists amongst you, today's peek above the hedgerow is very much your shade of green as we glance a gander into the lush lands of the Loremen.
As the ghosts of whimsy past flutter off into the approaching winter skies, we bid adieu to another newsletter passing into it's oldsletter dotage.
A soul is not yet passed whose name remains spoken, so feel free to pass this around to friends, family, loved ones, perhaps the occasional arch-nemesis. And via the your chosen medium (perhaps even a medium) we may have the chance to better these hallowed lands with, uh, feedback and such. Submit feedback. Via ouija board.
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                Be seeing you,
                
                Crispy 💜
            
 
         
 
                     
                     
                     
                 
                 
                 
            