Talk:Demon/@comment-116.87.41.222-20150910170641/@comment-26115871-20150910210953

The lights turn off. I hear a lot of scuffling, and my friend saying quite a few vulgar things as the ogre apparently manhandles him. Then the lights turn on, and a resounding call thunders through the old wooden building.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"

I can hardly believe my eyes when the devil and a kikimora place a gigantic birthday cake in front of me. Even my boss (a gyoubu danuki) is there, and cheerfully hands me a slip of paper congratulating me on a promotion I had no idea was coming.

Of course, though, it wouldn't be a party without a game. And the sight of my 'friend' lying bound and gagged, with a sign that states 'pin the tail on the jackass' being held up above his head by the demon, well. . . this is gonna be a party for the scrapbook.