Papa Nurgle woke up from a deep, chaotic slumber. He dreamt about a creeping death, the mold of decay, and the frequent wailing of dying souls. It was a terrible nightmare, but Nurgle got up with a smile. After thanking the universe for giving him a new shot at life, he prepared the affairs for the day. Using a small notepad as a guide, Nurgle went through his list.

-Buy tons of delicate meat from the Chinese MaLing Shop

-Prepare the recipes and call the boys for assistance

-Set up Nurgalicious

And so, Papa Nurgle - joyful as ever - bought truckloads of meat that can possibly feed a small section of the city. He didn't care about the money, as long as he can satisfy the souls of men (and women). It took 3 hours before Nurgle's lackeys managed to unload all meat packages and crates in the large cooking area. Nurgle was calm, but deep inside...he's drooling. He had the desire to eat all those fancy meats, but he needs to control himself. All for the glory of the planned feast. Finally, when all the meats were ready, Papa Nurgle went to work.

"The secret to a delicious banquet is diversity," Nurgle said to Faget, his thin assistant. Faget looks like an underfed goomba with a hidden agenda. "You put burgers here, burgers there, maybe whip a few drinks or a large cocktail for everybody. And sandwiches, god they love those. You shouldn't forget the fries as well."

"Just like life, sir."  Faget replied while chopping a slab of meat. "The world is diverse enough, but we often forget such diversity. Heh, I think people should be reeducated about the ways of the universe."

Nurgle nodded and prepared a large cauldron filled with seasoning and spices. His troupe is busier than ever; street lackeys are chopping meats, packing sandwiches, cleaning the working area, and juicing stuff. The delicious smell has attracted many civilians, particularly the hungry ones.

"People...they forget about diversity because they're torn by stuff swirling inside their heads. They make deals, craft ambitions, and believe that the world works for them. No, Faget. It's the other way around. We work for the world. If we don't work for it, we are all fools. And we'll get what we deserve. So...work hard Faget, it's good for you."

"Yes, Papa Nurgle." Faget spoke timidly.

Five more hours have passed, and everything was complete. From Nurgle's massive home, a parade of cheerful men and women came out...all carrying bowls, plates, bottles, cutlery, and tables filled with great food. From American burgers to authentic Italian pastry, along with other culinary options, the Nurgle banquet is meant to fill a hungry soul and stomach.

The Nurgalicious banquet finally settled in a busy street. Papa Nurgle himself invited onlookers with great glee.

"Come! Come! Fill your stomachs with great foods that can take your worries away. Everything is free, and the banquet will stay as long as I draw breath. Well...we have cheesy-meaty-overload burgers, lardtastic fries, chimichangas and salsa mixed in one, delicate porridge viands from the orient, exotic beers, and sword-length bacons that can rip your hearts out...delightfully!" Nurgle bellowed.

"Of course, we can discuss things. A great banquet leads to fantastic discussions! If you want to share your thoughts, do so...but I advise you to feed! Feed and be merry! For there are lots'o food around here. We can even cook a special meal...a special meal right for you. A meal that depicts your inner nature, or a meal dedicated to your...greatness. Let's just chill and fill our bellies and minds."

Nurgle poured red wine on a glass and handed it to a walking mafioso. 

"A feast...for the betterment of our world!"

Papa Nurgle laughed joyously as more citizens flocked onto the banquet of delights and surprises.

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Ravi had kept a close eye on the preparations, thinking of all the crazy good food he would get to eat later. He waited and waited, until the admirable PapaNurgle declared the banquet open. He quickly started to walk towards the tasty looking food, as the Papa himself handed him a glass of red wine. 

He took a little smell of the alcohol beverage and immediatly made a stanky face. He wasn't old enough to appreciate the taste of alcohol... so he handed the glass to another random mafioso and went in for some food. He grabbed the juiciest burger he could find and simply started at it, drooling. After moments of starring at his food, he took a big bite. Wow. How could burgers be THIS tasty? He finished the burger with two more bites and grabbed another one.

He nibbled on it as he tried to find his good old friend Papa. Once he found him, he approached him and asked him a question that what on his mind. "Hey Papa! It's me, Ravi, we where in the same family not long ago.... may Princesa rest with the angels. Onto another subject, thank you for the burgers, they are outstanding! How do you make such juicy and delicious burgers?"

Seraph grabbed a wine glass from Nurgle as they passed one another. A nod of the head came from the attendee to thank the host for the offering. Such generous occasions were what this life could be about, Seraph thought.

After a sip of the wine, he then began to eye the food. Where to start? The taste of the red lingered on his lips and tongue which also had him forget for a moment why he had come. What a smooth drop. Unlike what he usually sank himself into. A pleasant surprise indeed, he thought, then raised the glass to his lips again for another try. The food would have to wait.

Papa Nurgle felt tremendous joy upon seeing his old friend, The_Kid. He told his boys to give Ravi the best accommodation and comfort in the feast.

"Ravi, thank you for coming. I am indeed heartbroken with our lady liege's passing. I am forever grateful to her for giving me a home...Princesa is now happy with the angels." Papa Nurgle poured 4-seasons juice into a glass and handed it to Ravi. "My burgers contain fresh, authentic ingredients from different countries...they are not just your average burgers. But the greatest ingredient, friend, is respect. I make these burgers with respect. And love. Lotso' love. I believe feasts and celebrations like these can really make our world beautiful than ever. Well, we have lots of work to do to achieve that..heh heh."

Papa Nurgle and Ravi continued talking about the exquisite pleasures offered by the world. Afterwards, Papa Nurgle turned to Seraph and greeted him warmly.

"It's my great honor to see that you're enjoying the wine, friend. There'll be more." Nurgle spoke and munched on a burger. "Great wine touches the soul and soothes the mind. I personally love Riesling and...well, a bit of Merlot. I hope you enjoy the food as well."

The Feast continued and more civilians are also trying out numerous viands. Some people wondered where the food came from, but they merely shrugged and focused on eating. Papa Nurgle is more than happy.

...although he's a bit worried about a small group of punks causing a commotion in one table. 

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