WAR

We live in turbulent times. H-bombs in North Korea, George Bush, and MISKIN ST! Thats right people, welcome a new warlord to the scene, well not just one, a whole HOUSE full of them (though most are surprisingly neutral). It all began one starry eve, when the jolly kids from Woodstock were off for an hour of power at the local drinking hole when, upon walking down the hill, we are accousted by a strange figure in black. The infamous Simon, of Miskin, joined us for our walk but with evil intentions. I did not hear a lot of the early kauffufel but, upon returning home later that eve, i find a threatening note nailed to our backdoor.





















So thats it, its war. And

thus the turmoil begins.

Days of abuse are all we know now, our property stolen, our power switched off, our doors smeared with vegemite, our front entrance covered in indescriminate foodstuffs, our names shamed by passers by...when will it end.

The consensus of late however, is that the issue really isnt that simple. All Miskiners are not to blame, only their corrupt leader. Toby has done his best to keep it fun, and brings gifts of Elvis and Iceland, and sets up the UN endorsed Bank of Heron Island to ensure happy trade of resources continues. The Dong is keeping it neutral in a way that makes the ex-queen of neutrality (me, in the risk days) look like a flaming red! and i dont know about the other boys, i think theyre not that grey. And on the Woodstock side of the fence, i admit, i was in for a bit of fun in the beginning. But only the Rusty Spoon, practical joking kind of fun, not the egging houses and smearing vegemite fun. So, again, the house is a divided nation and slowly it seems, the followers are moving away from their general, Goff.

Lets hope these two can sort it out before anyone else loses anything?