Summersbirthday '25 Afterparty

Happy afterbirthday, mortals! I truly cannot express the boundless joy of last night—despite his early gloom, Summersbane absorbed the powerful charms of the audience, & came to know TRUE GLADNESS. If ye missed the hoedowns, the Grim-Oire, the IMPOSSIBLE ONE-MAN MUSICAL, catch the replay immediately!

Truly, I could spend my next 6,000 years of immortality & not run dry of compliments for my dear Summersbane. I owe him my endless life, several times o’er, & there be no other being to whom I wish to bind. His charm, his wit, his cannibalistic villainy, they reverberate in each moment.

We shared many a-memory last night, but one I could not share, & one of my favorite Summersbane moments: his rendition of “Jolene.” Sung—controversially—from Jolene’s point of view, Summersbane breathed fresh life into the classic tune.

Indeed, last night, from no-place we enjoyed a volcanic explosion of Summersbane singery, as he regaled the 50-mortal audience with an unplanned rendition of “Summersbane & Me!” No other show could boast such DEVOTION to showmanship!

We thank, of course, the legion of mortals who generously donated “bits,” “subs,” tips, & Upgraydes here in the Scriptorium! & we must, of course, thank all the rowdy mortals who joined us for the party last night. We truly could not charge up enough spirit for the show, without thine contributions each week!

I shall write ye Monday with disturbing news regarding CPAC. ‘Til then—be safe, be well, & be donating bones to Summersbane! HE LIKETH BONES. WHY BE SELFISH?

Cheers,
Amoenus Franco
Wizard, Writer, Bone-Donor