God neuer fayleth his people, whō he aydeth beyonde the compaſſe of mans reaſon, euen in their deſperateſt caſe.

Each chimp next learned to press the lexigram corresponding to a food item that it had seen the teacher put in an opaque container.

I came up with a menu to showcase the alliums in several manifestations: raw, quickly sautéed and slowly confited.

Here's my current character, after a brief bout with a graveyard at 2400', and the tempting given me by the Random Number God to try to clear it, despite the certain death offered by closely encountering it.