“It’s rainin’ blood! BOOM!”
*half of Venice collapses*
Some…things may have happened in my Monster of the Week campaign. Poor Burger. He knows how to get blood out of fabric, sure, but not red hell rain that the GM swore wasn’t blood. He’s gonna need a new jacket now. And a conversation with that pesky demon sharing his body.
Bonus: one awkward plane ride home and a shower later:
“Come on, Miranda, Azzy started it.”