The Great Foam War of 2024 (Patreon)

To My Explosive Gregarina, 

The Tides Have Turned Against us. 

Skinned knees and Eye Pokes have eliminated all of my friends....my comrades....my kin.... they have become mere shadows on the battlefield... as they go to get more pizza and Grog-soda-special with a Cheese Ball Garnish. 

The enemy approach slowly with all that they have, and I have been left with not but 4 half length darts and stray foam I can throw by hand. 

If this is to be my final stand I pray to find solace in the cushy buzoooms of EVA, the goddess of Foam. 

The darts are gone.

The darkness creeps in. 

I close my eyes, and dream of you as I feel the dart ping off my sevenhead, and thus comes the purgatorial task of cleaning up the mess we have made.

This afterlife feels familiar, and I can only hope that in my new spectral form I will be blessed by the powers that be that I might haunt Jason Momoa's Shower. 

I can only hope you know how much I want to be getting at that thang thang.

Remember me as I was, and the way I buffed your lawn gnomes suggestively .

Totally wishing the fun didn't have to end ,

Corporal Brigadier Reindeer Tartar Sauce Turret  Criss Cross Apple Sauce Cannon P. Fodder. 

Field Commissioned Foam Flinger of War 

8th of March, 2024 @ 8:10 pm

until

8th of March 2024 @ 9:22 pm