Hello, delicious friends

thewrathofsithis:

Buying property in fallen London is wild you just show up to the real estate agent like “okay what can I get for 600 rats on a string, 200 jars of screams from the dawn of time, a couple hundred human souls and gossip about half the population of london” and they’ll be like “okay that’ll get you a broken down boat on the zee shore without heating and with a 70% chance of death” and you’re like “sweet sounds homey”