Monte had always wanted to be a member. When his secret invitation to the Order of the Charred Femur arrived he was beside himself with excitement. He had heard whispers of the odd ceremonies performed in dark places and just knew that as a creature of the night he would fit right in.
The night of his first meeting he was wrought with anticipation. He donned the ceremonial scarf and fez, and flew off to the order's lair. Upon entering the weathered old shack, Monte stood in utter disbelief at the wonders and horrors amassed over the mellenia by countless members.
"I have made a mistake," Monte thought to himself. " This is bigger than I imagined."
"I should go now."
Monte soon found out there is no leaving The Order of the Charred Femur.