"Make no mistake: I should fight a duel for a trifle, an insult, a contradiction, a slap—and all the more merrily for knowing that, thanks to the skill I have acquired in all physical exercises and long experience of danger, I should be more or less certain of killing my opponent. Oh, yes, indeed, I should fight a duel for any of these things; but in return for a slow, deep, infinite, eternal pain, I should return as nearly as possible a pain equivalent to the one inflicted on me. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, as they say in the East, those men who are the elect of creation, and who have learnt to make a life of dreams and paradise a reality."
Some of you may have noticed; "hey, that guy with the floppy hair in the videos is gone." More likely you have not. But whether you have noticed or not, I have been gone, way across the sea, marooned on an island. My enemies thought me gone. They thought themselves safe from my wrath. But revenge is a dish best served cold. And what is colder than Gators?
For I have not been idle, during my time exiled on this island. I have been brooding, and plotting and planning, like my hero, Edmond Dantes'. Unlike edmond, I have been building armies, armies of mercenaries, mittens and voodoo gators. Also I have been running lots of demo games for Boy Scouts (I am a PG after all). Here is a sampler: