This is me, looking bad on my horsey.

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This is my bro, Jim. He insisted the embedded reporter catch him jumping through this window. Jim is one of the best slayers, so we put up with his antics.

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I forget this guys name, but we fired him after he fell for the “swinging chandelier dropkick” technique. Bad form.

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This is me, shooting “Mr. Chandelier” in the back. He cried like a baby. The embedded photographer tried to get a snapshot and make a scandal out of it, so I stabbed him.

Hey, that’s why they send two of ‘em with us.

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This is me & Jim hamming it up after dealing some death. He sure is a handsome devil!

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This is a game we play called “Coax & Coup de Grâce.” There are two goals, the best coax and the coolest thing said when you slay whoever you just coaxed from hiding. Here Jim had an awesome one: “Come on down, …we won’t hurt you.” 

Then when this guy came down the stairs, I moved first and said “Take it all!” while my Laser Sword Thingy went all they way through his bird chest. You should have seen his face, it was a riot.

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This sucked.

We were getting ready for an ambush and a freelance journalist took a snapshot of us. I said “Dude, wtf? We are trying to look like trees in the mist and you are flash-bulbing away. Throw some flares and blow a horn next time why doncha?” We threw him in the quicksand.

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Yes these are postcards. The Beast is particularly fond of the WYWH one. Sometimes, we will leaflet an area with these just before a raid. Letting folks see where they will end up is terrific. Some get depressed and act all forlorn, others panic and few even crap their pants. Crushing hope is fun!

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Combat moustaches engaged!