On a cold and windy Winter night
It was frosty and snowing
The wind was a'blowing
And the moon, it was glowing
Lighting the snow with a silvery light.

Yes, in such a circumstance do I find myself early in the morning on Christmas Eve. I have set a series of monumental challenges for Ethan and Oliver so that the few days of their visit will tax them to the utmost. In addition to the main storyline, I have crafted devious side-quests and clever minigames. Moreover, in true RPG fashion, there's even the prospect of true love for the hero.

They'll have to outwit a mad wizard, confound a devilish plot, and triumph over evil--all whilst participating in logic puzzles, trivia contests, and a cooking minigame sure to delight--or cause indigestion. Will they succeed? Who knows? Failure must be punished, and the megaphone is always waiting--always raised--ready to descend at a moment's notice to leave lasting evidence of failings in the form of an angry bruise upon a thigh or an elbow.

Though a dark cloud descends
And the cold is yet colder
The evil yet bolder
And the month one day older
Judgement is closer for Lusipurr's friends.