So, I'm called Whiskey and Smokes because of my special way of getting rid of the hordes of monsters we have here now. Here is the future by the way.
You see it turns out that 2012 went fine. But 2015, THAT year was a bitch!
Aliens? Yep, with big lasers on forcefielded flying saucers.
Zombies? helluva lot. And they just keep coming.
Vampires? oh yeah, and guess what ... they brought dinosaurs with them.
Postapocalyptic artist
Travis76 has an incredible print capturing the moment:
I wear this shirt as a reminder, not that I need it. But it reminds me of when we were capturing the events, when we thought it was horrific but remarkable. Now, it is just horrific daily living.
Anyway, the family is still around.
My wife, Bloody Mary and her assortment of blades. Being the egomaniac she is, she still wears the depiction of her on Super-Splatter Sunday captured by
kooky love.
And then the boy is still kickin'. Shotgun Sam. Damn, that kid loves to kill the zombies. He won't go to bed at night until his daily count is at least in double figures. He's still wearing that masterpiece
jublin made for him:
And does he!
Anyway, we'll try to keep you abreast of the events...