A mysterious man dressed in blue stands upon a streetlamp, perched with a mighty pose, a striking image of inspiration! Mayfield can rest safely, knowing their streets are being patrolled by... BONK BOY!

Wait, no. Bonk MAN. Though that doesn't exactly have a good ring to it. Whatever. We'll work on the name later.

The very obvious unknown ( Read more... )

[Scout. Tuxedo. Cape. It's on, Mayfield.

He's got the cape over his face Lugosi-style and he's coming your way. Or is outside your window, maybe. OR SUDDENLY BEHIND YOU, LE GASP!]

...

Uh, hey. 'Sup.

[What's faster than a Scout on his feet? A Scout on roller skates! Who knows where he got them or what possessed him to try them. But right now he's zipping through the streets at crazy speeds, grinning like a maniac. He's dodging pedestrians, cars, obstacles - for the most part ( Read more... )

Scout is out on his lawn.

He has started a fire.

He is burning all those golf shirts and shorts.

Looks like things are back to normal!

He's got some lawn chairs, a cooler with some beer and he's roasting marshmallows over the bonfire, if you care to join him. He looks pretty satisfied with this set-up.

[Oh boy, regains! Scout always looks forward to getting things in the mail - for him, it's usually cool weapons, a neat hat... but not today, Mayfield. Today Scout pulls out from the mailbox a thin manila envelope. He's disappointed it's not some giant package, but he hastily rips it open to see what's inside. And what's inside can only be ( Read more... )

[Valentine's Day? Not a problem. Sure, getting your head screwed with is never fun, but it could have been a lot worse. Plus Scout should have totally realized that those memories were fake. Arshes Nei, a RED lady demo? Pa-lease. What a crazy concept. They're not called demo*women* after all ( Read more... )