In the charred corridors of the Whispering Walls, Frank the Unfortunate Jester stumbled upon a secret more ghastly than his punchlines. With a somber glance, he turned towards the audience—eternal specters in tattered robes—who had come to expect neither mirth nor deliverance.
"A shadow, a shadow, my kingdom for a shadow!" cried Frank, clutching at his pock-marked visage, veiled in mystery and moonlight. The specters murmured, a sound like leaves in a storm, or perhaps just wind passing through particularly judicious trees prepared for a conference.
Elsewhere in this forsaken realm, Judith the Unwitting Oracle misread an inscription. "The third eclipse is upon us!" she shrieked, not understanding it was merely a notice for a missing cat named Cobweb. "Woe betide when feline shadows fall!" This made no sense, and it was not meant to, for sense had fled, chased away by Judith's prophesizing.
Join their cursed escapade through the Mirthless Abyss, where secrets spin like twisted candelabra and every cackle shimmers with unearthly dread. Or simply watch as they bumble through the void on their Futile Escapades.