Have you ever held, with both hands, heavy iron chains, taut and twisted well-nigh to the very bursting point, wrapped, at their far ends, 'round the necks of the HOUNDS OF HELL, striving and striving to RESTRAIN them from bursting forth and HURLING themselves upon, and thence DEVOURING, the infinitely misfortunate SOULS OF THE DAMNED? Yeh, that's kind of what it's like, trying to keep the Wicked Faire team occupied during the long wait for February. It was clear that they needed a Challenge. Something exciting. "Hey, folks," I said. "Let's do an event. In, oh, say, November." "WHAT KIND OF EVENT, MORTAL?" they asked. "Um...er. Fun. Fun! Something to do with people having lots and lots of fun, and--" "TOO EASY." "...*Unique* fun! Stuff that's unorthodox! Some of which will be wholly unique, some rare, some just cool. And, um, never has it all been gathered under one roof before." "HMMM." "What do you think?" "WE HATE IT." And so they killed and ate me.