So, in retrospect, this could have been done at any time because I played about 10 minutes.
Here is that story:
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Look sweetheart, I already told ya. The soup don't come for free.
The cockroachwoman, Legs, is spread out across a cramped kitchen, tending three boiling pots and two fry pans. Her antenna bounce around ingredients and dishes, arms and legs in a flurry of activity.What, that guy? Look, you don't get it. That guy is Writhe Eatdirt - he's the one this whole thing is about, sugar. He's even crushed an artifact. Two books, whatever they's worth.
Legs puts out 2 cigarettes in a bowl of rice, she was holding them in her 2nd right and left hands. She serves that to you after cracking a leathery egg over it.You crush an artifact, then you get to eat for free, sweetheart. Until then, you gotta pay like everyone else. It ain't so hard, I hear. Just go out, find somethin' and bring it back. Something about petting a dog seems optional, really.
Her leather apron flaps and a worm-eaten apple falls out. You see she scoops it up with a multi-jointed leg, and drops it in a boiling pot behind her. The soup that's clearly included in the meal is no longer appetizing to you.Look honey, I'll prove it to ya. I've got a lunch break in 10. I betcha I can find something to crush in time to get back and turn the ovens off.
She pours everything in the kitchen into an enormous breadpan, spits in it, then shoves it into an oven. She collapses to all sixes and scurries out under your table, the apron left behind.-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-
"Hey darlin' how you doing today?"
The Fated! Calm down, lady!
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I blame Rakfil for this. I went and visited the beautiful campsite, found a dead capybaraman and took 2 steps on the world map to be murdered by Sundersang.
Apparently she's still upset about however her music career ended.
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Legs Greasehands: thoroughly squashed
Save is here!