Sunday, June 10, 2007
Certain Death Awaits 'The Goads'
Men of the East (east of the island),
Behold your demise. Behold, aye, and tremble. These bold hockey
warriors await you on the fields of Panorama. They are fell men,
hardened by weeks of ruthless training. Death is no obstacle, nor
skinned knees, nor winded priests. Nay, but anon you shall see their
mettle, and their valor shall shine forth in a blaze of glory, and you shall be like wet noodles under their chopsticks.
Meet them, if you dare.
Posted by Mira-cle at 2:14 AM