[Bêthberry]

Bethberry wondered if that would be an outrageous enough name for this year's birthday party thread. It was, after all, an acknowledgement of all the new personal titles that had been awarded recently and that was certainly the most exciting news around here for some time. "The first of May," she thought. "How auspicious!" And twelve years old and who knows, given prognostications about the end of the world, if the forum will live to see its teen years. Might as well party like there's no next year.

She muttered to herself as she checked the stock of beer, 'shrooms, taters and tea. There was the biggest pile of sausages on the table she had ever seen, each helping being twelve links of wurst! "Yes, yes, enough there to start the party". She peeked into the ovens and saw the cakes rising nicely.

Then she turned to put up the Party Banners: large green banners, with the obligatory sword--"must remember to put out an umbrella stand for all weapons outside the door," she muttered again to herself--and the fancy lettering, "Twelve Years Dead and Loving It". She hoped Morham wouldn't mind the borrowing.

Then she ran off to write a PM to Estelyn, who, she hoped, would provide some music for the party, from an infamous wurst band that sprang up at a Downer moot last year.

Yes, this party had all the trappings to be the wurst of times.