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Greetings, weary traveller. I'd welcome you to my shop, but...well, it's not exactly mine. I have this landlord of mine to thank, Inaki Tekalal, for allowing me to rent this place out. He's a dreamer of chaos, I can tell you that.
So what is this place exactly? I ask you, have you ever met Sebastian Blackcat? Perhaps you've heard of his little Rubber Shoppe down the corner and to the left? It's a popular place for...well, not so popular tastes, but he's a nice fellow when you stick around long enough. Of course, you didn't hear this from me.
I bet you're curious about what this place is. It's a pad, a club, a cult (alright, so the last one's not true). It was such a humble place where people got drunk, but now it's a bizzare of "fans" who developed an attraction to the man-cat down the street, in more ways than one, I fear. No, I'm not talking about that one, I'm talking about Sebastian. So why don't you step inside? The heat must be addling your brain.
Over here, we have a forum of people who talk about various things.
And next to that is a gallery that various people contributed. It's quite scary how accurate some of these are...
And of course, there's a library describing a lot of Sebastian's Works. He's like the inventor of rubbery rubber thingies...
Here's a theater room when Sebastian draws. It's a stream of sorts, aiming for Saturdays in the afternoon.
Interested in those sketches? Head down to the gift shop, near the tweeting birds!
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