Issue #71 Summer 2006

Greetings, felicitations and my deepest sympathies as I prepare to unleash the vileness of myself upon you all once more. You will regret it--I already do. Shame on me--and you, because you know you like it.

So, what's been going on with the Demon Fleet besides the movements of flesh-eating intestinal flora and fauna? Damned if I know. Rockets. I hear ALOT about rockets. Lots and lots. Apparently some of us are aching to launch themselves into low Earth orbit, there to float gently down on a small plastic parachute. Wow, those crazy Demon Fleeters, what will they think of next?

And what is there to be said of the state of the Empire, the state of KAG, today? You'd be surprised. Those pictures of the Epetai....is that legal? A simple payment might get the negatives.....

The flagship has not been stilled by my zombified state, and I've found my corpse propped up in the strangest places. Preparations are underway. Demonic Press keeps kicking at us, begging to be unearthed from it's tomb. But the nude models don't like the smell. We look forward to All Hallow's, when we will gather in darkness to howl at the moon. Perhaps the howling will make K'Jon put his pants back on.