Lack of wenches.
And it's our fault ('our' = Bastard Bar Brothers).
The wenches were the glue that held our creaky seams together; they gave us perspective, insight, laughs, and boo- er... fun times.
We offer nothing anymore that makes them want to do anything other than the occasional drive-by, and even those are fading quickly. We wallow in despair at their disappearance, which only quickens the death spiral which will eventually reduce the Village to ghostly memories of lost times.
OK, sure, maybe I should have cancelled the Friday Wench Execution Celebration but geez... you'd think they would have forgotten that by know.
I know the Vestibule is gonna take some hits on this but seriously, how can you blame the Vestibule? It's not like anyone had high expectations of it.
And really... I blame Night Owl. Obvious when you think about.
He ran off and got married and drank beer and did stuff, not realizing that it was his Incredible Manliness that kept the Wenches in the Bar, and the Ale on tap.
So you might have other opinions, I s'pose but it's hard to argue with Cold, Hard Facts. The Wenches are Gone.
