Slapfight Sunday: Madgebobbins vs Squidby

Look, I know that this is late - even later than the last one was. Would it make any difference if I told you that I was out of town, alternately doing important career type-y things and warm fuzzy close friendship-y things? Probably not. But in case you want to make sure I'm telling the truth, it will all be detailed soon on my knitting blog.

Back on topic. This week, Madgebobbins and Squidby throw down! To give you a bit of background on these two, both are named after fictional commentators of the fictional world that the epic fantasy novel is set in. So, as you can imagine, they go way back. Madge is known for her propensity to feign death at the drop of a hat (she has a nervous constitution) and often impersonates pirates. She hangs out with her raptor, Bob, and her ghost saber, Al Stewart¹. She kills critters for fun.

Squidby is something else again. He was given the nickname "the Retarded Druid" because he's been missing some pretty vital developmental stages - like not getting bear form until well into his 20s and only recently becoming able to shapeshift into a seal. He has also been known to, during the height of battle, beg Madge desperately for healing potions (who had by this point typically already feigned death) - despite the fact that he is an alchemist and can make healing potions and is also, uh, a member of a healing class. He's nice enough, but not what you'd call the brightest cow in the barn, if y'know what I mean.

For undisclosed reasons, something soured between the two and in the humid, tropical village of Shadowprey (hence the soundtrack) they drew their battle lines. It should be noted, though, that a betting man who know where to put his money - this slapfight was perhaps as much a forgone conclusion as the fight between a level 50 and a level 5.

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¹For those of you who don't know, Madge's feline companion is named after the musical genius who gave us the ultimate soft rock song, "Year of the Cat." If you've never heard it, I strongly encourage you to seek it out - it has everything! Smooth sax solos! Reedy, thin vocals! Bizarre references to Peter Lorre, and much much more! I kid you not, folks.