ain't nothing I would rather do // going down, party time // my friends are gonna be there too...
Hey, kids! You know what we haven't done in a while here in FG?
Played with dead things.
Meet Dave. Dave was baptized Catholic, but lapsed severely early on in life. Then he was pulled into the Highway lifestyle by Marijuana and proceeded to commit a hell of a lot of sins. Then he died of a heroin overdose, because Marijuana is a douche, and is now languishing in Hell.
Meet Allegra. A distant and reluctant descendant of Pandora, she opened her grand-dame's box at fifteen and got two things: Hope and an everlasting heart attack. From there on in, she divided her time between badmouthing her Baku godmother and raiding her Greek Pappy's jam cabinet. Well, that and getting into every flavor of trouble available. Last Halloween Death broke her heart--after he threw her through a window.
They didn't get along too well in life, but now Dave and Allegra have something big in common.
Unfortunately, it's Hell.
Translation: Dave's in Hell and Allegra's (accidentally) touring the Underworlds And since this is FG, it was only a matter of time (and their players' roving attention spans) before Hope's host found MJ's b*tch serf.
Any of you netherworld ne'er-do-well's care to join them?