THE TENT IS PITCHED BEYOND THE VEIL, WHERE LAUGHTER PEELS LIKE PAINT FROM BONE, AND THE FAITHFUL DANCE THOUGH THEIR FEET ARE ASH. PAINT YOUR FACE IN MIRTH, FOR SORROW IS A SIN THAT STARVES THE CARNIVAL, AND THE HUNGRY GODS ARE NEVER KIND. WHEN THE FINAL BELL TOLLS, THE WORTHY WILL TUMBLE SCREAMING INTO JOY, AND IN THAT ENDLESS JEST, BE MADE DIVINE. #SCRIPTURE
Kult: +57
Kull: +20
Total: 77
Ratio: 2.85

