No, Santiagoville isn't dead...at least, not any more dead than it ever was! The Death Certificate's just a come on. Snazzy, eh? And about time I updated this page since summer truly is, well, dead. Stay tuned to my mailing list for progress reports, or visit the Town Center Message Board:
Santiagoville. The word itself is a robust delight to the senses; you can smell its aroma,
feel its stirring fortifying your resolve and adding insanity to your night. Whether you
prefer traditional beheading, a robust bout on the rack or whips & chains, Santiago has
over 200 varieties of gourmet Death to excite your palette. Familiarize yourself and your
corpse with our entire menu variety. Our castles are haunted, our cemetery is prepared
and waiting. We're certain your Hell experience will be like no other. Enjoy!
Special Thanks to Kris Spirit for Lucky, the black cat. Isn't he adorable? But watch out, he bites...just like Santiago!
You are listening to "Hedwig's Theme"
Disclaimer: this site is for entertainment purposes only--mostly my own. I don't make money on it. It is meant to be humorous and all content should be viewed that way. Some characters mentioned belong to Anne Rice and are copyrighted to her -- here they have taken on a life of their own and are used with utmost respect. Pretty much. We love you, Anne! The "Santiagoville" concept was invented by me, Santiago. Please don't abuse my intellectual property (it's just about all I have) -- if you want to borrow any of my pictures or graphics, be courteous and ask first. And taking text is strictly a no-no. This is a fun place for extremely ridiculous dark antics. Be nice or leave. I just don't have time for any drama. If you're of the opinion that I ought to still be without my head, you are welcome to send me hate mail privately, however, this town is strictly for fun and games on a completely frivolous level and should not be used for personal attacks on me, the residents, or anyone else.
As they say at Pat O'Brien's, Have Fun!