Waning Moon Tavern shitter!

Amid the chasms and megaflora swallowing up an entire city lies the quaint and loot-laden Waning Moon Tavern. It used to be a watering hole for jolly, plump, rosy-cheeked lads but for the last century it’s been fucked sideways by evil. Reithwin was the quintessential medieval stopover, all Dutch Tudor homes n’ stone byways n’ shit, but now it’s been shadow-cursed up the ass. I think it’s safe to say there’s not enough infrastructure-boosting bipartisan funding in the universe that’ll put it back in order. What’s now a splintering barfbag saloon has ONE potty stall with a CORPSE in it. The shitter is always your final friend!
The outhouse was a great choice for a place to kick the ol’ bucket but when the angels descend, they descend not for thee! The shitter is the only sinless, blameless, perfect little lamb that has been through a LOT and is ready to be assumed into heaven both body and soul.