In a hole in the ground there lived a Kaveman. Not a Hobbit-hole meaning comfort nor yet a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell: it was a dry, bare sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat.
This Kaveman decided that a lawnchair, a few beers, and a place on the couch were much better circumstances that what he previously had (satellite reception was terrible), so he gathered up his spear and extra furs and went to knock on the door of the Trailer.
When Thirdpower opened the door, Kaveman began to talk.
And the words were good.
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Greetings from a Barbarian, a close friend of the Kaveman. A step up the cultural ladder from the primal Kaveman but still close enough to the bare necessities of life. I am the photoshop guy the Kaveman has been telling you about. We put together the posters.
I'll have an intro post on Tuesday and I'm going to do some writing this weekend.
This might be fun.
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