Monday left me broken, Tuesday eye of cthulhu has awoken!

A prophecy once held true, written on clay tablets lost in the gobi desert, that many a friend would make a pilgrimage to a wonderous oasis lost in the harsh, hot sands.

Stripped bare of its blessings, the desolate refuse became a burrow of thieves, but would blossom into the profaned desert capital known as Grillcadia; a breadth of life into the unmoving, unfeeling wastelands of the heat.