Crimjo
Senior Member

Ive heard them burrow right up under a tent in the dark of night to steal the bab eggs with theyr mother watchin. Ive seen em parachute from the trees onto crowds of innocents, rending at will. I've felt theyr foggy breathe on the back of my neck as I ran buck-naked through the bracken. That was a night..

So. No more alone talk. We must band together. We will triumph. All for WAKA and WAKA for all.