I found this place and then got wrapped up in one of the first true chat threads FR had.
An effective time eating machine it was too!
Kinda like this meta thread these days.
Hours can simply vanish without a trace or recollection of the passing of time.
Meanwhile, Lakeshark and his beast of a vehicle stalk the frozen wastelands of Michigan looking for unwary travellers to waylay.
Rumors of a drink called a “Blue Thingy” aboud out his way.
You found us at the right time, “When you were supposed to.”
Everyone wanders in at their appointed time for one reason or another.
Much like Callahan’s Bar. You will never find it looking for it, but only when you need it.
Only caveat is that while wandering through the castle, don't stumble through the Dimensional Doors...
Or Crash-lands into the cargo hold at an intersection when the Flying castle cuts you up on a Traffic Island!
Must remember to repair my Shuttle craft sometime, it may be useful in the future.