WWJ XIII: 'Til Death Do We LARP

[Anguirel]

Evidently, ahem, we should, ah, start with an, ah, examination of this alleged poem.

"There once were three werewolves from Ridgecrest,
Whose party turned into a meat fest.
Another had sight,
To see truth once each night,
And a fifth thinks your doom would be best."

Well, any fool can see that the structure is a limerick, a vulgar form rarely conveying import and usually dealing with nonsense or obscenity.

Unfortunately, this would appear to be a case of obscenity, not nonsense.

Oh, this is quite ridiculous! I'm too old and wise for this sort of foolishness. Who do these tomfools think I am, Colonel Sapt?

We're all doomed, apparently, so I shall spend my last hours enjoyably, pretending to be Ptolemaius the Objectionable and casting a spell to get myself back to Dryasdust College, Camford.