Battle of Delms Heap

The outlook was bleak my friends. We were backed into a corner at Delms Heap. Wave after wave of mafia forces had assaulted our position through the night. Good times stood to my left with a gapping wound on his arm. Hammer, blood soaked to my right, could barely stand because of strikes to both legs. Portable Nut to my aft, wobbled bravely and defiantly. The last assault had been particularly fierce to her position, which had weakened her severely. And here I stood, helmet buried somewhere among the piled corpses of penguins before us, with quite a large gash across my face bleeding profusely.

To say we were in dire straights would be putting it lightly. The mob forces had drawn back and regrouped, like a snake preparing to strike. And they did! They began their ascent up Delms Heap in full fury. But providence was with us and the attack was stopped short. Those lights from the east had belonged to a bitchin' meatcar, that was forthwith running the little devils down. Surprise, fear, and then panic swept through the mob forces (a bitchin' meatcar trying to run your ass over will often have that affect on you) and soon the enemy was thuroughly routed!

We waded our tattered, weary, and bloodied souls through the piles of penguin (and decieved loathers who supported the don (not anymore tho)) corpses to our savior of the day, who was kneeling to us upon our arrival at his car. This most humble and noble warrior was Zerofive1 wishing to join our ranks. We heartily welcomed him! That was tho on the contingency that he drive us posthast to Doc Galaktiks. He obliged us heartily.

The Rivers Of Penguin Blood ARE running deep!

Glum days

Tis sad days my friends. The Grim Grimacite Site has been locked up tight. Our forces are looking at ways to bypass the new security grid, but have been unsuccessful so far. Today I walked up to the front gate, was greeted by a Mob Penguin Smith and (of course) told to leave. Without saying a thing I punched into his chest, grabbed his cold little penguin heart, and ripped it out. He stood there and watched (albeit slightly dazed) as i popped it like a water balloon. I turned in disgust and walked away as his lifeless body dropped to the ground...........that was the only bright spot to my day. Bloody damned penguins.