Yeah, yeah, yeah...so I'm late...so sue me...or more like so sue MB.

Anyways, with a morning breathwash of aged rum I present vol 1.7 of the Be The ...Triad slayer.

Seems the theme this week was "Clash of the Titans".
Not the cheesy 80's movie version with stop-motion skeleton warriors, but one in which the evil titan is pitted in battle against the last two remaining "heroes" of the legend.

When we last left you, the damsel in distress, Nessa, and the dashing yet slow-witted hero/warrior were trading back and forth a pardon of no consequence. While everyone in the village was readying the sacrificial maidens for their undoing. Unbeknownst to them, the half english/half gypsy monster of lore was secretly wasting the heroes time and energy with gruel and pointless errands.

This week let's us into the mind of the big and mighty beast known as the Triad. A multiheaded beast whom speaks in odd tongues, hoardes treasure and makes life even more miserable for the already miserated.

*ding*ding*
Heroes and villans to the quarter deck!
Seems we've got a particularly odyessian voyage for you peasants to undertake. First to find the legedary time clock of the gods.
A strenuous and at times, mind boggling warp of a puzzle that will test your strength of character and musculature.

*pop* GO!

The Triad lopes forward with all heads aimed at getting the prize, and following close behind are the lowly heroes, struggling against all the unfairness this weeks episode has thrown at them.

The Triad reaches the legendary timeclock first and celebrates with an enormous booty.
To the dismay of all the lowly villagers, the mighty Triad asks for the sacrifice of a non-virginal hero.

The peasants discuss beheading the beast, alas it seems the beast has been paying off the local wisewomen into saving their shedding skins and one of our heros must be pushed onto the sword of legend.

The loveable family guy hero gets a last minute reprieve and the sacrifice is then transferred to the last remaining warrior.

Sorry, ZhoDon, your time has come at last.
Let this kiss from the fairmaiden-hoochie guide you through to the afterlife.

Alas, I hardly miss ye.

You can call me Daddo.