Five cockney space aliens leave their home planet for their annual "lads holiday". But after being swallowed, digested, and "discharged" onto an island, they must now clear out some of the native population. Why? Because it's fun.
A cold chill strolls down my spine. My mind burns with the heat of Haphaestus' furnace. The bold truth of unending vision blinds with the light of a thousand suns. From beyond all that is known, through ripples in the pool of Time, the ether speaks to me! What news does the future bring? But news of games, of course! The winds of my foresight have once again blown away the clouds of uncertainty, allowing me to see the unseen for the briefest of moments. Scrying the answers to questions... read more...