Villainy has a life, my friends - and despite our gathering here, it seems like our individual projects have overtaken the whole, and left our altar in dust. I am the one and only overseer remaining as of now.

(Translation: That is to say,  grizzle left without a word to me or anyone else, and I had IRL to deal with.)

And so! Look at us. If you want our little club to survive, we may quite possibly need assistance, loathe as I am to admit it. This... vamplust, has been called to my attention. I've seen the shouts nailed to the door, but in a quite a rude fashion, and so I'll be taking those down shortly. Hold your applications for now, my friend.

If you've sent a note, I will go over it quite gleefully, but it will take some time to get everything reorganized properly.

Thank you for your bricks through the window, as it were - and the laser beam through the kitchen...and the iced over doorknob...and the bag of something left on my doorstep. Don't think you haven't been noticed.

Now go off, all of you. Don't you have crimes to commit? Or for you lesser ones, also known as ALL OF YOU, cards against humanity to play?

★ Overseer Fyrn

(Translation: I have a lot of work to do here, thanks for the messages!)