The Hatching of The Egg!

HO!—quite a night, indeed, in the DOVECOTE OF THE DROW! The mysterious EGG hatched, into a LADY. & the magisterious Lady Cynthia, hatched an INCREDIBLE SEGMENT! I also threshed a monologue, & strove through two hoedowns—a night to be remembered! If ye missed, or would relive, catch the replay RIGHT HERE.

Come Monday, I shall send ye the latest portion of the latest SUMMSERBANE SAGA—but until then, tide thyselves over with some bits of gossip & portent from our LUGHNIXON AFTER-PARTY, held in the hours following our momentous show! Find the details below…

Gossip & Portents: Lughnixon
“If the Hierophant does it, ‘tis not illegal.” — Druident Riocard Nixon

• GOSSIP: The GHOST OF ELVIS swished in ‘round midnight, & tattled on a FORMER LOVER. Everyone found it RUDE, particularly JIMMY CARTER, his former lover.

• PORTENT: A searing RED STAR flared as the Wicker Nixon burnt down to embers; the wise say this indicates that there will be AN OLYMPICS. Early reports indicate this is indeed COMING TO PASS.

• GOSSIP: Several pigs, squealing upon their final sacrifice, let it slip that JOE BIDEN is OLD. This is hardly a secret, but everyone HUMORED THE PIGS, for it seemed rude to deny their dying thirst for RUMOR.

• OMEN: Seven RAVENS flew above the ashes of BLADE, who tragically became destroyed after drinking GARLIQUILA. This is a sign that ‘tis DAMNED GOOD GARLIQUILA.

• BLIND ITEM: A certain FORMER PRESIDENT were seen EATING RAW PEOPLE, on the arm of TAYLOR MOMLINSON.

• PORTENT: As the final wisps of SMOKE rose, upon the dawning of GERALD FORD’S MORN, a thrush alighted upon the burnt-wickers of the Nixon. It sang a song of warning, that a mighty DRAGON would come soon upon the land of AMERICA. “O, foul GLAURUNG, woe betide his victims!,” it sang. “The only one who may defeat him is”—at that moment, THE ROCK sat upon the thrush, high on IBOGAINE. Tragic, yet JUICY.

‘Tis thus all I find fit to print—or at least, all I may, without arousing the IRE OF NIXON. I hope the weekend treats ye well, mortals! Thank ye to all who joined our raucous chat last night, to all who continue to grow our coven, & thank ye to the fine mortals who can & do spare $5 monthly to support our works!

I shall write ye this MONDAY with the latest segment of the SUMMERSBANE SAGA! In the meantime, be well, be safe, & be wary of EGG…

Cheers,
Amoenus Franco
Wizard, Writer, Hoedowned