Muscatine

HELP!

I, Vigo, the scourge of Carpathia, the sorrow of Moldavia, command you. On a mountain of skulls in a castle of pain, I sat on a throne of blood. What was will be, what is will be no more. Now is the season of evil. Find me a child that I might live again.

Harry Mollusk

Harry Mollusk doesn't know what you are speaking of. Harry Mollusk wonders what sort of joke this is.