Weekend of Dooooom!

Francine provides the beginning of the story. Two days later, my body is one big bruise. If nothing else, I've been reminded how sadly out of shape I am.

Largely, I was on Scott Glancy's team. He shot me anyway. In the belly. Point blank. When I was already "dead" and walking off the field with my hands raised. Bastard.

Quite a welt, that one, though nothing compared to my back, where I've at least six good ones, including a welt on my right side that looks an awful lot like a bull's eye.

You might wonder why I was shot so much in the back.

Other than Scott, no one on my own team shot me. It appears that my backup in various attempted flanking manoeuvers was pretty consistently getting shot, leaving me deep in enemy territory with no cover.

C'est la guerre.

And people wonder why I don't like sitting with my back to a door.

In other news, here's your Holy Grail link of the day.

Just Sad, Really.

create your own visited countries map

It looks so much more impressive if I use the Europe or North American maps.