Jul 26, 2009 15:45
The accursed Turquoise Comet threat has once again reared it's ugly head over my beautiful homeland of Blue Moon.
Sasha informs me that their troops are wearing thin linen short-sleeved shirts because they think it's summer.
I will freeze the very marrow in their bones and drive them out of Blue Moon personally.
If I do not defeat them by the end of August I will eat my hat. I will eat Grit's hat.
COLIN, GRIT, please look after things while I am away. I will contact you if Sasha or I require reinforcements.
PRIVATE LIGHTER - will you come fulfill your duty or will you remain here to have tea parties with Colin?