Burt Gummer’s Rec Room November and December 2012 Archive
A gathering place for paranoid survivalists and those who worship at the Church of Chang
November, darker and wetter than the Mariana Trench. That prick Melvin is trying to sell my goddamned compound. It ain’t happening, and I’ll hold him off with a combination of small arms fire and hand to hand combat techniques.
Disclaimer: This is the part of the Church that is the most no holds barred. None of it is intended with malice, and although it can on occasion seem a little bit fraught, it is banter rather than venom. So, be warned that this is like taking a naked swim in a piranha tank and not recommended for the faint of heart.