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Sang Sacré
The fictional Buffista City. With a variety of neighborhoods, climates, and an Evil Genius or two, Sang Sacre is where we'd all live if it were real. Jump in -- find a neighborhood, start a parade, become a superhero. It's what you make it.
Did you just hear something? Something like....ghostly laughter?
In the corner, the cloaked man smoked his pipe and observed.
The kettle continued to fail to boil.
The owls are not what they seem.
The cat carries a heavy fish.
I know who you did last summer...
Dogs barking. Can't fly without umbrella.
I gave the barking dog an umbrella. It still barked, but at least it was barking in another part of the country.
Eddie had to leave the bar and drive off in his Subaru Outback(tm). I sat there on the stool, nursing my shot of tequlia. Okay, I never ordered a drink and wasn't nursing anything, but I was still in a bar. Time to get on the case and stop sitting around like a dead armadillo on the highway.
I rumbled over to town hall in my AMC station wagon. There it was, an art deco monument to government, only the monument was coated in the pigeon droppings of corruption these days.