General Salmon wasn’t listening to the right person. Drowning his sorrows in kelp ale, General Salmon leaned back into his kelp chair and looked out at his eight million men. Possessing the memory of…something other than a fish, the General noticed that one salmon was out of formation.
“Private Coffey!” the General called out. “Where are you?”
Unfortunately, Coffey was floating upside-down at the surface, leagues above them.
“One thing is certain,” General Salmon said to his right-hand man. “The mod sure is phoning it in tonight so he can go to bed.”
The Dread Pirate (day 1, bad advice, salmon)
Colin Prime (night 1, belly up, salmon)
shelly, if you’re not around today I need to replace you with someone. In general, new folks, more talk means a more fun game. (Update: shelly emailed last night to suggest she’d be around today)