Tales of El Scorcho
“It’s okay,” Lenna told Jonas. When her fingers touched his, he felt a bolt of hot energy shoot though him, like injecting a gallon of the world’s finest espresso straight into his heart.
El Scorcho swung out his fists, criss-crossing them and striking the bottles mid-air. The glass shattered, embedding glass shards into the canvas cloth and dousing them with oil. Then he bent down to the still-flickering fire and dipped his swaddled fists in. His fists erupted into twin torches studded with broken glass. Theatrics were important.
A six-hour battle royale gaming session...and probably the most somber moment in my history of gaming. One of those moments where you walk away reminding yourself it's only a game. It's only a game?
Quick as a snake strike, the barbarian’s gloved fist stabbed forward into Tiny Mac’s face. The shopkeeper’s nose snapped like a frozen carrot.
“Oh! I got it,” El Scorcho said. He stepped even closer to the fire, dramatically leveled one arm at the Undead creatures and bellowed, “Cursed foulness from Beyond, I give you but one choice: Regular or Extra Crispy?”
El Scorcho has returned in a tale so sweet, it had to register with the FDA…a story so epic, it makes The Dark Knight look like Batman & Robin…In a [noun] so [adjective] it makes [noun] look like [adjective] [noun]…Self-discovery, spirituality and redemption? You won’t find any of that here. Just an operatic level of punching and dead bad guys.
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Then you hear the genetic mutants coming, chattering in the dark. Slowly, Tchaikovsky’s “Waltz of the Flowers” from The Nutcracker Suite rises out of the dark.
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