Lunch TimeJulio is dead.This is his arm Hailey brought it back It's lying about 10 feet away from me Benjamin is dead Four of the Goth Kids are dead (Somebody said it was because of their costumes They looked "normal" to the Pope's Men and not "scary and weird" like the rest of us) Three Financial Types and three Civil War guys are dead lots of injuries Dear You . . . I'm OK so far so far And now we're on this insane Lunch Break Facino Cane's Ragger-Bragger just yelled "Intermezzo!!" and Hawkwood accepted the terms So it's about noon and we're gathered where we camped last night and distributing morphine We have to fight again in about 45 minutes They are fucking insane back here! This really really sucks. Freak-Out Becomes StrategyThe first thing I saw this morningwas two squires pull Benjamin from his horse with boat-hooks and sever his spinal cord and I fucking freaked I started ripping off my armor "No Way! I'm not playing knight any more! I'm not going to be a sitting duck!" I decided to be a squire, like Skip . . . be more mobile And I had this idea to just lead our riderless horse around as though our knight was already down and it has actually worked well so far I just couldn't stand to be a fucking can of tuna out there waiting for a can opener Last Moments. . . right before the meetingThe late Stephanie, Regine, the late Julio, and Sharpshooter Sue survey the field from our battle wagon All I Rememberfrom being out there--- Skip and I basically are medics dragging wounded people back up the hill --- is Regine in blue cotton out of the corner of my eye staying smooth and calm and basically letting Pope's Men impale themselves on her watery, bouncy sword My Worst Moment. . . so farso far so far so far so far was four of us being surrounded but Sharpshooter Sue helped us out Regine and the Witch
Regine was shouting for the Witch |