So. I've been writing up close to three hundred (300!) loony horoscopes over the past months, and since I've been trying not to be too repetitive, inspiration is running out. Three hundred is a good number; three hundred is sufficient. Ask any Leonidas.
Plus the leprechauns need a break too after all that mischief, I reckon.
So fare ye well, kobolds and selkies and centaurs, vampires, wereparrots, kitchen sink fairies and assorted sprites; all hail the benevolent and noble Djinn!
You will no longer get to see this one:
, but this one:
Our friendly spirit will answer a single question truthfully, every time a deviation of mine is favourited. Think careful on what question you will ask, mortals, and know that since the Djinn is an age-old being transcending our concepts of what is mundane or conforming, some truths would better remain untold.
Three loony horoscopes yet remain - after that the curtain will fall over improvised astrology forever, and the Age of the Djinn commences...!
UPDATE: One! One remains - one horoscope to rule them all! Muhahahaha!
UPDATE UPDATE: Aaaaaaaand we're in business. This thing is operational!