Killjoy. [Gate]

The pompous slaver roamed into Merridia with the intention of celebrating his victory of the latest dungeon, Vine. Well, victory was an overstatement, more like survival. [color=#cccccc]" 'Twas quite the fortune, another successful conquering." Hyperion had spent a fortune on the occasion, renting out a venue to indulge in his whims. The slaver had several attendees in their complete, bare splendor, either serving drinks or delicacies. As the time rolled 'round for the festivities to begin, the only ambience was that of the quartet he had hired to play, and the slaves walking about maintaining occupied. It seemed as if the occassion was being completely dismissed...?

"What the fuck is going on?!" Hyperion huffed in a fury. Having survived another dungeon, and having the passion to throw a get-together, what could be happening that NO ONE attended this party? It was nearly as infuriating as the birthday bash he had held for Dalia.

He stormed through the colossal, ornate doors, slamming them to theirbfull extent and it was clear what had happened. A new dungeon had been raised. And only one thought ran in through the dungeoneers mind.

'Third time's the charm.'