Grill Master

You may think that I'm cleaning the grill to help prepare for dad's cooking of tasty meats. Maybe I am. Or maybe I'm readying the grill to roast the internal organs of my enemies, before eating them with some Chianti and blanched asparagus.

You decide.

That is all...

Combat Training - Liberty Town

Today I did some combat effectiveness and PT drills with my number two, Freddie.

We took to the local park where they have some highly useful apparatus and did drills to increase our endurance, our agility, our combat skillz, and strength.

First, a run through the jungle gym, or as I like to call it, "Blue Playground of Death."

Next, a fight atop "Survivor's Rock." Two men ascend, only one man summits. Here you can see Freddie taking a stab at playing King of the Mountain, but I have the high ground. Don't try it Skywalker. I'll slice off your limbs faster than you can say "George Lucas credit default-swapped my childhood".

When finished, we rush down to our parents' picnic area and engage in hand-to-hand combat training. Or maybe I'm just getting a high five for stomping Freddie's ass. You decide.

Lastly, we take a break to hang out on the fence and watch the nearby train go over the tracks. It's awesome. Oh, and our deadly fighting skillz and overall prowess have attracted one of the lovely ladies in the area. This I let Freddie take care of. I have too much global domination and terror planning to do to be distracted by the fairer sex.

That is all...