Slayed – Fearful Axemas, Everybody

Are you hanging razor wire around your bed

It’s the time when Father Axe comes for your head

Does he ride a bloodcrazed warthog

Does the blood drip from his sleigh

Does his bloodrage ever ebb, just for a day

Scruffy Nerfherder

Some science types dissected a Wookiee’s corpse and learnt that 40% of their brains are devoted to processing smells. The very next thing they learnt was what it feels like to have your arms pulled out of their sockets by angry grieving relatives for desecrating Wookiee burial groves. That’s why I trust Chewie’s nose for danger. He can tell how much trouble a guy is planning with one long, careful sniff.

BANG! Cardboard Betrayal At High Noon

This post first appeared as a comment in response to Shut Up & Sit Down‘s Tales of Betrayal.

For reasons I pretend not to understand, I have the reputation of being something of a backstabber. This accusation is as hurtful as it is accurate.

Sminglenauts 5: It’s Cold Outside

Desperate bands of last-chancers, Deadnauts, take on suicide missions for the slim chance of getting out alive with a payoff that will make it all worthwhile. I created some decidedly unwholesome Deadnaut versions of some Twitter friends. Lets see how far they get before they die horribly, shall we?

Store-Room A, Civilian Research Ship Myrtian, -022.77, -001.48

Sminglenauts 4: Whatever Possessed You?

Desperate bands of last-chancers, Deadnauts, take on suicide missions for the slim chance of getting out alive with a payoff that will make it all worthwhile. I created some decidedly unwholesome Deadnaut versions of some Twitter friends. Lets see how far they get before they die horribly, shall we?

Civilian Research Ship Myrtian, -022.77, -001.48