The Blue Casket - Whether you are a member of the Undead Poets Society, a blood wine connesiour or a lover of Rock n Groan, we’ve got you covered.
A place for my vampires and zombies to come together and try the ultimate in brain cuisine or recite bad poetry in peace. No Pulse Required. :>
"With bony hands I hold my partner/ On soulless feet we cross the floor/ The music stops as if to answer/ An empty knocking at the door/ It seems his skin was sweet as mango/ When last I held him to my breast/ But now we dance this grim fandango/ And will four years before we rest"