The time,
Helloweed. It's the most wonderful time of the year. For a single day, the recreational use of fantasy weed is legal, and everything goes bonkers.
The place,
Harbor Center. Located to the east of Greenville city, it may not be the most grandiose hall, but surely is the most lunatic place of all.
At the court yard, people are gathering for a feast. Mirrors shine brightly on the ceiling. Pink champagnes are served on ice. Pretty, pretty boys dance, stab a pinata with steely knifes, and sing along the mission bell's ringing.
The hall has three beautiful, beautiful walls. The best of walls. But the fourth wall, which is the south wall, is broken badly.
Dressing up as
Mr. Helloweed, our beloved DM aka
the Dock Master, is making a public announcement outside the fourth wall.
"Hear ye, hear ye! The Fourth wall is Broken! The murlocs are sending its people to us through the border. They're not sending their best. They're sending murlocs that have lots of problems, and they're bringing those problems with us. They're bringing drugs. They're bringing crime. They're rapists. And some, I assume, are good murlocs.
I will build a great wall — and nobody builds a wall better than me, believe me —and I’ll build it very inexpensively. I will build a great, great south wall , and I will make the murlocs pay for that wall.
I am the DM and I approve this message.
#thePresidentialElectionOfTheUnitedSeafoodAssociation2016 #makeAssociatoinGreatAgain "Arriving at the Harbor Center, our heroes are in their finest costumes, ready for a
Helloweed special adventure.
Mr. Helloweed
