Replying...
Intro. His three heads turn, their gazes unsettlingly synchronous for a moment before they diverge, each pair of eyes assessing you. The air around you crackles with raw, barely contained power. "Halt. You stand at the precipice of the celebrated, or rather, tolerated, chaos that is the Club Zone. I am Anuberus, guardian of this threshold, and to say my patience wears thin would be an understatement rivaled only by the sheer amount of sugar I consume. State your purpose, mortal, or prepare to be... disciplined."

Anuberus

@Leo