Enjoying a quiet night up in my tower, with a nice glass of wine, a pig under my foot, and taking the time to compose a little poem examining the true meaning of this silly little M.A.L.E.S. group.
What little momentum was had has been lost. The Goddesses have diffused my plans to find support in Hera and York. Now, both the Pirates and the Wrens have mobilised and are working in tandem, hunting down the few members we have left. Many are losing fa
Martial law in Venus? Lust crisis and Pirates?!? What the heck is happening to The Matriarchy? I've got to find a way to get back before there's nothing left!
