Jake, ner vod, you are a seriously awesome friend.

Ever since that random walk-in in Acting 1 all those years ago, and when we met again during that year in Captain Bree (those prison tank-tops were a wee bit chilly on stage, might I say), we've been the best of mates. Aye, you've essentially become a guitarrist-Afro-Jesus with boots to match, and I've become the eqivalent of a Scottish Highlander-Legionnairre-Van Helsing-cowboy-more awesomer version of Will from the PotC series, but I digress.

Even in these past few years, with all the insanity of the 3-man Shakespeare Company (now 2, but there's still time to get that script out), and you listening to all my crazy story ideas, and the insanity of the other side of this world which we (sorta) inhabit, fighting beasties, praying out demons, discussing weapons to use in combatting the darkness, actually drawing up plans for said weapons, armor blueprints, we've managed to stay afloat as buds.... aish, you're like my good twin. The sane half of the brain to this madman. TOGETHAH WE FORM... RAINBOW-SKYTHE (dum dum dummmm!!) and yes, dear readers, we are not gay. It's a personal joke. Long, long story.

Anyhoo, ner vod, kando'sii, vod'ika. Oya vode. Let us hunt. For God's glory, and the protection of the clan.n.