Lo! John Sakrythàthlnpenisp is seen defiling another corpse with his disgusting curse. The sewers reeked with the odors of trash and semen and cow dung. After finishing his business, John fed the Balljongler, his pet. The Balljongler bobbled joyfully after having been fed and emitted a horrific scent from its mouth, an indication of joy. John looked on, for the sewers were long and the journey was to be even longer. He picked up his balljongler and went on, towards the darkness. Ancient etchings lined the walls, in a tongue known as Chthonic Semen Lord Jargon, which no one is capable of speaking anymore, except perhaps a few immortals and wizards. Who am I anyway? John stroked himself while walking down the corridor, the etchings emitted strange noises as usual. John made it to his cell. The dingy cell was covered in years of built up bodily fluids and god knows what else.