Dave, Fist of Odin Oh Fucking-A.

We've been here before, too - but apparently I was blocking it out. Dudes - this place sucks a serious amount of Night-Hag dong.

Hey - is Zom-G still with us? We could use his help if we go up against some of the . . . some of the . . .

Well fuck me if I'm not out of curses. Yeah, there's some bad confusing shit down here. Be prepared for the Rap Battle of your life, everyone. And maybe some actual melee combat, too.

I clear my throat, stretch my clobbering muscles, and then I'm good to go. I'll glance at the book, and pull the cloths off of the paintings. At least we can see what we're getting into here - or start something. Either way, I'm feeling antsy.

Do you know what Fists of Odin do when we feel antsy? We Fuck Shit Up.

I'm feeling both antsy and down. Up? Why, you're shit's getting all fucked. You hear me up? Yeah, you hear me. Up is going down. Going down so hard that after I'm done with it, down will be the new up, and we'll need a new kind of CO-ORDINATE system - that's how far down up will be.  ¶ 2:41 AM