Five by C. Bowen

Ahh, the swamp, where nothing’s quite right. At least not after whatever hideous concoction (probably bathtub gin and suspicious mushrooms stewed in an oil drum) Tyranny Chainsaw’s handing out.

Also, a shout-out to my friends Radio Silence in the Netherlands, who are recruiting for their post-apocalyptic LARP/Enactment Group. Uncle Bruisy needs YOU to visit their page…or maybe buy him a beer!