wsreed wrote:
Back in the day a multi-player challenge to the British Army would be answered promptly and pompously. Now all we get is crickets. Can we go ahead and declare this continent free and clear of the King's rule?
Funny you should mention crickets heathenish one. Many of His Majesty's officers are currently engaged in a furious cricket tournament in British Boston. The stakes are high, reputations on the line and all that you know.
But now that you are about to be sent to that
Big Chief In The Sky chap, courtesy of two fine British gentlemen officers, you might want to scribble in charcoal on deerhide your last will and testament. Passing on such hideous accouterments as your stick-with-big-stone-tied-at-end, your acrid fetid bear tooth necklace, your womanly face paint, and of course that nasty unwashed loincloth skirt which you imagine is high fashion. La!
Last Will and Testament of Bear Leader Scott Reed
My Tomahawk to Sir Scott Ludwig for his hard work
My supply of "medicine" to Gen. Ernie Sands
One slightly used corn cob to Gen. Phil Natta