You weren't really a person that "did" parties. Correction, you were a person that didn't do Lumpy Space Prince's parties. It always ended up straying way off-course and way out-of-hand. You recalled hanging out at the Greenlands, when the group of attendees was suddenly moving towards the Candy Kingdom, where Banana Guards ended up being deployed when the Candy People suddenly broke out into a bar fight; too much root beer, you thought.

And yet you found yourself in the position that you always would. Standing towards the edge of the group scattered outwards, a peppermint cup in hand full of half-drunken, sickly fizzy soda, in the middle of the woods. It didn't surprise you when people were already punching each other, fists swinging in an uncoordinated fashion. While others flirted not so subtly, and sung and danced not so amazingly. Yeah, seemed like an LSP party alright. It would only be a matter of time before the group started to wander, you just wondered where; if it was anywhere near the Flame Kingdom, you were sure none of the Candy People would make it; or you, for that matter.

However, this time around it seemed there was an actual plan put in place for the events of the party. Talks of entertainment floating between attendees like a forbidden secret. Or, it was.

"Oh, my glob, you guys! Marshall Lee's here! He's gonna sing for us, you guys! Oh, my glob!" Marshall Lee, the Vampire King. You'd heard of that name countless times, usually following up with a tale of something horrific, or rad, either way tenacious. Maybe in person his image would be revealed to you.