Needed some bandages. My arm might or might not have fallen off.
Egads, be wolves not enough troubles? Be we besieged by the living dead too boot?
In the morning, when the screams were first heard, Sean'O was busy milking his cows.
And delivering punishing hip checks from the blueline, no doubt. In third person, apparently.
These be troubling times, when every soul is so important to the colony, that we should lose one so young and angelic.
They found Wilma Ives covered in blood, kneeling in a pool of dark sticky pool of guts and bone and blood, holding a few small pieces of shredded human flesh and a small, bloody skeleton that was limp, mangled, and beyond recognition.
I mean, great jumping Christ on a cracker! No “they found the girl dead” for us hard-luck colonists! No, no… our little girls must be [I]horribly mutilated[/I] from head to toes!
I must say, while I am fairly disappointed my chickenshit brothers Earl and Ed took off for Nashua, there is no way I would leave our fair Town undefended. Sad day again that my poor old aging mammy trentonlf had more stones than my own brothers. *sigh* So be it.
I intend to begin searching the surrounding forest with my hounds for signs of the wolves.
Stanari: Vote: yogsloth
What means this? What be we voting for? We’re searching for wolves in the forest, be we not? Hmmm. I be not sure if be a 17th century Quaker or a pirate.