Two Words: Drunken Kitten-Fu

Two more words: Holy Crap.

Suffice to say - this weekend spent at Legends distinctly had its highlights. One in particular made me especially long for the company of Max, the Great Arabundi, who would have been most highly pleased to discover that the conversation that we had regarding one Smelly Assassin, proved indeed, to be prophetic. No, my friends, the Smelly Assassin is no myth - every rumor that you have heard about his inability to assassinate is true, and more! But never fear, for this weekend, I not only assassinated the Smelly Assassin in retribution for several particularly annoying incidents, but had the distinct pleasure of first running him through the various rigors of Mistress Zoe and Mistress Doku's Palace of Pleasure and Pain, where we reduced him to Blinky the One-Eyed, Half-Deaf Assassin with Z's branded on him, and further to Squinty, the No-Eyed, Mostly-Deaf Assassin with a Z infection. Many thanks to the authorities who turned a blind eye and gypsies who made it possible.
Apologies to those of you, especially Michael, who tried to contact me over the weekend and received no response - no, I'm not dead yet, don't put me in the cart! You can thank Sprint PCS for my inability to send any outgoing calls. That, and the fact that I was pretty much miserable, cold, and not particularly in the mood to phoning out due to New England weather being what it is in the evenings. Please feel free to contact me now that I'm back within phone coverage.

Further bulletins as events warrant.