It all started in the usual manner. Vicky fondling slimy beastie tentacles, me shouting at her, everything going wrong, us eventually getting away, even getting paid. But our new client, bored with his life, decided he wanted in on some wizard action. What better way to do that than summon the Hangman?
Before I could say, "Hey, don't touch that," everything came crashing down and being chased by an immortal dude in dusty jeans and surprisingly boxfresh footwear became just one problem among many.
It had been a bad year and I was in a funk, so I really couldn't be arsed with any of it. Until it involved family and friends.
So, yeah, here we are again, but all hope is lost, and I'm more confused than a wizard at a barber's, but that's life, I guess.
Hi, I'm Arthur "The Hat" Salzman. Gangster. Wizard. Somewhat suicidal.
