Up From The Ashes...

( PM to Ios. )

My arm is no longer a victim of Trogdor the Burninator. It is a happy day. And my ankle feels muy mucho better. I also have cookies.

♪♫♪♫ And I feel fine... ♪♫♪♫

( Private to IOSEF )

Promethus's Flame is temporarily closed while I straighten up the shop and try to figure out what needs to be tossed, what can be fixed and what's perfectly fine.

( Private to Iosef )

( Private to Pyrrhus )

La la, totally board. Twisting and turning all night long to the same old song whutwhut? Um. Shit. Okay. What was I doing?

O RIGHT.

So like, I sell stuff in a little gift shop. Prometheus's Flame. It is awesome. We got like, candles and incense and other stuff that burninates. I got candy too and soda and breakable stuff. But mostly its the burninating. Got a romantic evening coming up? Well we got scents for that. Aroma therapy (does that stuff work?) stuff too. And this really need candle that smells like fuckin' cupcakes. I swear to god. Cuppin' cakes. It's delicious as hell. I want to eat it but I know that'd make me sick.

40% off to the first person to bring me two cupcakes. Eating it on the way does not count as bringing it to me.