Sunday, April 12, 2009
we've heard from many of you that our safety and well being is an area of concern, worry, and anxiety across the northern studios. fear not we are under constant protection. a strange hybrid of guardian angel and mercenary roams the boundaries of sweet salvo. up until last week the identity of our protectors remained a mystery, while signing in for breakfast i noticed the person in front of me had signed in as demon swords, after a blink blink and eye rub i ruled out hallucination and dreaming, the man, upper left, goes by that name. he rests in brick and mortar fortifications, has eyes ears everywhere, and like ourselves feeds on swine and grits. i have never questioned reality so frequently.
the disappeared (aka the gold coasters)