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Have you ever wondered why your local community never appreciates your
carefully arranged, sacrificial rituals?
They pass on the inivitations every time you kidnap a virgin?
Their chants seem to lack fervour and dedication, almost like they did it for
ther fear rather than joy of upcoming damna... salvation?
Wonder no longer! As your answer lies near. Just south of Sparkle Crossroads!
Visit Baphomet's Booth! Your Satanic Goat-God!
Taste Baphomet's ear wax dipped suckers and melt as they melt in your mouth.
Baphomet, reasonable Goat-God, for unreasonable times.
Don't be a sucker! Suck on Baphomet's ear wax dipped suckers!
Targun, Baphomet's Humble, Self-Sacrifice Spared Servant
Ps. Baphomet wishes to dismiss all sly comments, that his blood-soaked bathrobe
is a sign of weak feminine nature and poor higine. As a matter of fact, he was
called into these realms to set his stall as he was enjoying his quaterly bath
in the blood of most willing sacrificial virgins. He shall have his vengence on
Ghostly Peep-Squak and Goth-bro due time.