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Barbecue with an inexplicably threatening aura. Smells like someone got cooked and eaten, but you can’t prove it yet.

You sense a cold, dark presence in the church, but then there’s also an inexplicable carton of General Gao’s Chicken just sitting there.

Homemade apple cake like in Gris Charnel. After an hour or so, I got sick of it and scrubbed it off my wrists.

I got some on my hand and it made my hand smell like horses (and heaven knows I’m miserable now)

That went from fruit punch to feces in a blink of an eye…