Harvester of Whoop-Ass

I see Avonia wearing her finest witching garb as she comes walking down the street, carrying a canister of gasoline.

“What’s going on?” I ask the Wiccan Pimp.

“Today is Mabon,” she coldly replies, referring to the festival of the Autumn Equinox.

“Gonna start a big bonfire?” I ask.

Avonia shakes her head. “Mabon is a time to finish old business. And I’m about to sacrifice some old business to The Green Man.”

It’s going to be a bloody harvest this year.