It's over.
The competition is over and my eyes have grown back after the searing they received from staring at my screen. I must find a less radioactive backlighting system. This will be a short post because only one hamster is running fast enough to power my computer and he’s not looking well at all.
I chose a worthy winner, I think, but I wished I could have chosen at least ten. I also wish I had the faintest idea where to start with compiling a book of collected stories because I read so many excellent ones.
If there's anyone out there in the mood to compile an anthology of toy-horror tales, let me know and I'll pass on your information to those who entered. I warn you, you might need more than one volume.
Well, while all this was going on, Stumpy has left my employment. For good. The ungrateful little cripple has become embroiled in the Outside World and gone on to other things. It's not all bad – it seems he had a baby Slimy Swamp Thing in the dungeons which he was keeping as a pet. It's now where it belongs. In the swamp. He was also responsible for letting Jugular the Clown loose in the castle, something I have to deal with soon before the vicious stuffed maniac finds the kitchen knives.
I am therefore in need of a new assistant. Oh, sure, I managed for many years on my own but I have grown accustomed to the convenience of not having to deal with every little job myself. So it's off to the village for me, for a beer or two in the Throat and Razor and a scout around the destitute for someone desperate enough to take up the post. Someone with the right number of limbs might be a better choice next time, and with far less self-assurance.
I'll need to train this one more strictly, I think.
