According to Postie Pete in Postbag from the Hedge 32, out of the only beings who could respond to a letter about RuneScape High Detail, three are bordering on mad, one is too busy bartending, another is possibly fictional and the rest are gods. As such, the Chaos Elemental responded:
A laborer missed the High Detail boat, like the large friends of Charles Perrault. Who? Nigel! Who? A smothering yeti, that’s what. He has a brother, you know – an outpost up a family tree.
Two seasons in quick succession? That’s the work of rockhopper. I saw him a minute ago...singing Hollywood, Flesh and Blood. Life is fun at the purdy brown, including some hard acts to follow. Stir a vodka nutcracker, and find something hidden in the near raving. The choice is green or yellow during centrifugal – search within: I’m in, I game.
Nothing can save him: simulated udder. Clue in Growth Journal shows a culprit. Guaranteed slimes sing, or am I just repeating myself?