The Radishers of Ryan, New Jersey were once just a bunch of duct taped, steam tunnel warriors. Then they found their first real demon. It ate one of them with barely a burp before they accidently dispatched it with virginal purity. They now hunt in the dark those that no one sane believes in. On Saturdays they still play either Runequest, D&D old style, or Call of Cthulhu but it's just not the same.
This was something you needed to know.
STRANGE SPANNERS being an accounting of strangeness of the warp and woof of my mind For those of you new here, think of this as 1/2 "Night Gallery" Our Motto: Nos somnium quisnam es futurus fatum quod insolitus tutus vos!
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