This is important

There was a platoon of Gurkhas fighting in in the depths of the Burmese jungle who were captured by the Japanese and put into a POW camp. One of them managed not only to escape, but also to break into the office of the Japanese commanding officer and steal a map. He made his way back to Rangoon over the next several days, and reported into HQ. The officer there asked him how he managed to find his way back. The soldier showed him the map that he had stolen and said he had used it to find his way to Rangoon. The map was a ca. 1930 map of London.

Our Glorious History, Part VII

Parto de serio jam baldaŭ finiĝonta!

<grisom> The true year, of course, began 10 days ago and is the -4th year of the reign of Our Lord Xipe Totec.

<grisom> Umu, how would you say "Year of [Our] Lord The Flayed One" in Latin?

<umunmutamku> Aha, got it. excoriatus. So anno excoriati domini.

<grisom> *Awesome*. :)

a new breakfast serial

The city. I can give a good description of the city. There are naturally many cities, but there is still /the/ city, and that is, still, the only place that such a scenario could ever truly play itself out; in the past, in the future, the city, but our city is a modern city. It’s unfortunate, it’s not even in the running for greatest, most beautiful. The city is flaccid. It’s depressing and alone, it’s sprawl, like a corpse rotting in the midday sun, people, like maggots, coursing through the festering putrid mass of musk and hunk of husking flesh, translated into a ventriloquists dummy, animated for the amusement of the great supra-structural Baal, or Tlazolteotl, or maybe even some incorporeal Xipe Totec. Welcome to the city of Xipe Totec.