State of Quest: Undetermined

Sunset’s greetings, mortals! Here in the Shattered Empire, Winter stalks Autumn with a sharpened candy cane in hand; the days grow short & dark…HUZZAH. If ye missed our ren faire reminiscence—our Autumnal hoedown—our doubled-monologue special? Head to the replay, right here!

We received many complaints last night, regrettably, due to one of our sponsors—David Alt Rothman, of the AI Investors’ Alliance. He was, to be fair, rather rude, singing with braggadoccio about wanting & securing a governmental bailout for the AI industry.

As a reminder, all advertisers submit their requests to the InstaGoblins, whom we generally refuse to teach their letters, & who live for a mere 72 hours. The InstaGoblins lack the context & understanding needed to screen any of the advertisers, & so we have no control over whose messages they select for presentation.

Some will say, “Well why not teach them to read?,” or “Why not screen them yourselves?,” or “Have ye no integrity, have ye no shame?” To which we reply: “That takes more than 72 hours,” “We are too busy,” & “Of course we do, & we now turn ye into a TOAD.”

Thank ye for reading, mortals! We further thank humbly those who donated coin to our cause last night, & also the growing cadre of coolsters who support our works here!

I shall write ye Monday with fresh art & a tale! ‘Til then—be safe, be well, & try not to spend all weekend combing through that financier’s emails…

Cheers,
Amœnus Franco
Wizard, Writer, Winter-Anticipator