Arrrr, someone be duckin' the Talion crew.

This past weekend was to be the end of Summer Rampage down at Borderlands in Salem.  To help the Oregon-meta (Yeah, it's a thing..., or will be.) get along, I was setting to head the boat down for their first official event. 

Since it was an open play event, I took the opportunity to sleep in.  After spending an night assembling a metal Mule to bring the crew up to the required Warjack compliment for a legal 35 point list for the event (10 Warjack Points for every 5 Warrior points), I felt that getting some rest would be necessary. 

Before heading out, I log into ye olde CogCollective.org to just verify that I'm coming, but late.  Good thing I did, for the organizer cancelled due to lack of interest. 

Now, some would say that they were busy, scuppin' out their basements, swabbin' their yards o' leaves, and pillagin' their local farmer's markets of fresh produce.  I say this is nothin' but the talk of yellow-bellied, scurvy ridden, pox-laden reprobates that ain't fit to send a press gang after.  They heard the call of the press gang, and hid under their beds as the Commodore sounded his displeasure.

Well, come next Saturday, here's hopin' that they avail themselves some liquid courage (Once they get here, and with a driver of a sober nature, of course.), and make their ways up to our Red Castle games for a taste of steel before they know defeat.

The Talion awaits.