WORLD WAR I came to pass and no one was left unscarred. In the memories of those who survived, the horrible biting terror of the trenches rode the horizon of the mind like a wildfire in a prairie of blood. Four noble lads met in those trenches, those ravines of death; they stayed alive together, sharing what little they had, watching out for eachother. Ed, or, as he became, EDDIE RAID, sang the triumphant tunes as the brigade was habitually led into torrential storms flowing from the barrels of ear piercing machine gunnery. Ian, or KASHANI as he was later known, made his breakfast a momentous jog into the field each morn, with insane eyes begging for bombs to fall in his path, his pot helmet his only protection. The third hero, Wolfgang, or KILLER WOLF, was a prime sniper, with the combined skill only geniuses and serial killers possess, disguising himself with the dead bodies of his enemies, the ultimate survivor in a world gone berserk. James, or M-1, provided the "home made" or trench-brewed brew, keeping these heroes chalked full of glee, despite the bath of blood they found themselves obligated to wash themselves in at every waking moment--
--they survived, and they currently live in the Solar System, somewhere near you, with a fever for destruction, annihilating everything that surrounds them in order to continue the pace of their past, those dark times in the filthy trenches, those beautiful trenches, far away................................................
Last night was great... the bit of it you got to play, anyway. I hope that didn't taint your view of Humboldt County forever. Come back and keep in touch!
