Grimm Sights

I was prowling the Grim Grimacite Site for victims in this holy war, and came across a Mob Penguin Supervisor. He quickly dialed his phone for bruisers to come save his ass. They wouldn't make it in time. They would however make it in time to see me offering his evil, wicked heart to the gods (Jick be blessed). The two Mob Penguin Smashers responding to the supervisors call thought they were creeping upon me caught in the throws of rapture from my sacrifice. I almost felt sorry for the foul fowls as they slowly stalked towards me, unaware of their fate. A second later their heads rolled past, aptly removed by Badgerman of Doom hiding in the shadows. A smile crept across my face, nothing is more invigorating than the demise of these vile creatures.

Praise be to Jick

Finally my friends, open war! The beaches are running red with the vile blood of the penguin mafia. The gods have smiled upon us, and the penguins are dying by the thousands. Praise be to the Epic Jick. As we say in the Anti Mob Penguin Society "May the rivers of penguin blood run deep!" Slay on my dear brothers, slay on.

Foreboding Times

Mark my words my friend this new evil on the horizon (NS13) does not bode well for us. The evil and malicious penguin mafia will again be at our throats! Stand united now or we will forever be lost to their avian ways.