Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-24267938-20130817215422/@comment-12599067-20130823235950

The courier perishes outside the door, arrows lodged in his back. A note falls from his pocket. It reads:

''We are not to be trifled with, Nelthar. We WILL destroy you, one way or another. For now, enjoy the gift.''

A broken black bottle lies in his pocket. It is labled, "Khenaten Flu Mixture".

(GTG)