You may remember a few weeks back I talked about the Monday Demon Warriors, a sort of Role Playing Game I formed on Twitter where we fight the typical Monday Demons everyone has to deal with and have a good quaff afterward.
For each trip I rework the map a bit to show where everyones heading, give a little quest info and sit back to watch the madness.
Oh there's one other thing too, I create the Big Boss (or as I keep calling them The Big Baddie).
I thought I might show off my photoshop prowess (or lack there of) by sharing the past three weeks fights highs, lows and cheetos.
This was the snooze button of death, discovered at the Land of Nod after defeating Count Chocula:
Come the next week we were off on a triumphant battle of epic proportions (or we just had to check our messages from the e-mail chasm).
We were skipping merilly along when we came across the E-mail Chasm but it was under attack!
About the only way to defeat a can of flying spam is to rip open the top and throw a stick of dynamite in. Or get yourself a fire mage, those are great at just about anything up to and including making sure no one in your party has eyebrows anymore.
But you're all here for our latest fight, and it was quite a doozy.
As you can see, you do a lot of backtracking in Monday Land but how else can one keep going back to base camp to refill his or her coffee thermos?
Anyway, the big boss fight. The whole reason anyones still reading and probably the most disturbing I've come up with.
Just as we were approaching Nutt's shack a vision appeared before our minds. It showed us strange and wondrous things, people dancing and singing while holding tightly onto aluminum cans, some sort of chip encrusted berserker, talking babies who must be running the Cheerios Mafia or something.
It was horrifying, soul crushing. And just when I was sure our brains would melt out of our ears from the Dodge ads they appeared.
The Death Eater Mad Men!
HELP! Someone send reinforcements! Maybe throw a blogger or two at them! Just get me out of here!
Oh God NO! They're going to make me watch Cleaning commercials again! Normal people don't have mops stalking them!