After a particularly potent evening of farts, someone whose identity I will protect had their ass dubbed “the gates of hell”. I can imagine this hanging in their bathroom.
Where else am I supposed to do it? It’s the only place that has great acoustics for my Latin chanting.
What? You don’t have a dank basement with a false wall that had a hidden handle to it that leads you to the “Summoning Room,” or an Attic access/Eaves/Hidden room that was often used as a place to use “My First Sacrifice” kit, or a ruin/abandoned now hidden building where you and your club or members would seek out wild teenagers or young adults either having a midnight frolic in the woods or those that were trying to have sex away from their controlling parents, that you would kidnap one way or another and bring them back to your decorated scrafical area, like the rest of us?!?
In this economy!?
If you know a better place to call up a Golgothan, I’d love to hear it.
And don’t say “Oh, but the sewage treatment plant is right there”, those fuckers wised up fast and now everyone carries high potency air freshener. Damn shit-monsters have one weakness, and it’s something we mass produce. Don’t go down the Fecalmancy route, it’s shitty.
