Encounter: just some grazing animals from the Outer Plane of K’hllq; friendly and affectionate, they make excellent mounts and when equipped as familiars, grant the ability to see smells. They feed on sibilants, which they absorb through their empty eyes.

Encounter: Man of the Moon, eyes cold as the ice in a refreshing glass of Diet Coke. Lord of the liminal spaces of late-night fast food restaurants, he may be propitiated into offering rations to hungry nocturnal travelers.

When the stars come out to play, babe

A twinkling show, ooh – dinner!
– out of sight

Yeah, the night time is golden light time – big dipper!

At McDonald’s (showtime), it’s Mac Tonight!

Encounter: invaders from another dimension that have chosen the form most comfortable to you: hovering bananas. You can argue, but no, they have analyzed your realm quite thoroughly and the form most comfortable to all of you is hovering bananas.

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Barclay Shaw.

Encounter: Busker from Beyond. Takes requests but only from those that drop a Rigellian plasma nickel in its non-Euclidian hat. Voice is actually a horrible screeching hiss, but telepathically communicates by beaming its thoughts directly into passers-by’s heads, at which point it sounds like Tom Waits.