A poster lays in the streets of the Hive, on the billboards near Muriel's tavern and near the industrial furnance of the Lower Ward. The Poster reads the following:
Honorary B-enefactors and Id-ealists, those of you lookin to find yourself a solution to your starving children look no further!
Organ Donors get your kidneys out! Have an arm handy? Why not give it to someone who needs it more! Your bodyparts could go to fine men and women all over Sigil, donated propery and legally for reasonable purposes! PS: No refunds.
Perhaps you could get a bit of jink to look after your starving child, or even have your organ donated towards a sickly orphan who desperatley needs your lung more than you do! We accept all types of organs weather healthy or unhealthy!
Just forwards your ligurments to our offical donation depot at the hall of records, we'll be waiting on your selfless contribution to your families betterment.
So come on you St-ewards of righteousness! Lay down the dignified and selfless act your family needs to keep a home above their heads! Loose a limb today and recieve a free artifical bodypart in compensation! PS: Size and Effectiveness may vary depending on supply and demand.
Were waiting on you to make that ultimate sacrifice, loose a limb today, make a better future, tommorow!
Felicia sits by the limb donors with a few extra collectors, rubbing her hands greedily and eagerly in anticipation for the first group of modest berks actually stupid enough to believe this was a charity.
She grinned widley, and greedily, as the first group of despots arrived.
The Paupers Donation Tax
