This has been a hectic summer, with members and material scattered over multiple states. However, we are hoping to get back to gaming in earnest this fall and possibly introduce a few new players.
I have some Chumbawumba music that I sometimes like to crank our during our games to annoy my rather conservative family. I decided to rework the lyrics in one of the tunes to better suit our purposes and inclinations; it started out pretty morbid and was absolutely demented by the time my siblings and cousins had given their suggestions:
Oh where are you going said Weaver to Hunter
Oh you may tell no one said Hunter to he
We're off to the woods said their cell leader
We're off to the woods said Bobby McGee
And what will you do there said Weaver to Hunter
We'll ambush Blue Helmets said Bobby McGee
And how will you do that asked Weaver of Hunter
With rifles and shotguns said Bobby McGee
Oh that will not do said Weaver to Hunter
Oh what will we use then said Hunter to he
Mortars and landmines said their cell leader
Mortars and landmines said Bobby McGee
And what of their corpses said Weaver to Hunter
Oh we do not know yet said Hunter to he
We'll let wild boars eat them said their cell leader
We'll let wild boars eat them said Bobby McGee
Oh that will not do said Weaver to Hunter
Oh what will we do then said Hunter to he
We'll cook them and eat them said their cell leader
We'll cook them and eat them said Bobby McGee
Oh how will you cook them said Weaver to Hunter
We'll cook them in ketchup said Bobby McGee
And where will you find it asked Weaver of Hunter
We'll make it from liver said Bobby McGee
Oh will we have wine there said Weaver to Hunter
We'll make it from their blood said Bobby McGee
Oh will we have cheese there asked Weaver of Hunter
We'll make it from their brains said Bobby McGee
Oh who'll get their jackboots said Weaver to Hunter
Oh you may tell no one said Hunter to he
We'll let our girls wear 'em said Bobby McGee
We'll let our girls wear 'em said Bobby McGee
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