The battle begins.

When we last left our warriors had just finished setting up the base camp that would serve as their temporary home during their hunt.

It was time for the warriors to relax; they had spent the past months preparing for what lay ahead, now the only thing stopping them was time… and the fact that it was almost dark. A time when the woods weren't safe. Just as our three began to let down their guard, they unveiled what would be the first of many deterrents the often underestimated Sasquatch had left for them. As no eatum fur was searching for a suitable restroom (anywhere “NOT ON THE TRAIL”), he discovered the base camp was engulfed with poison ivy and poison oak. Most would say that this was coincidence or bad placement of base camp but the warriors knew better. It was fate working against them, as if Mother Nature herself was trying to keep one of her great prizes hidden.

The warriors, through their study, had read about groups that had been turned back by the cruelty that can be found in the woods. Through the evolution of technology (or the invention of Pepsi and the Big Mac) our bodies had become soft against the harshness of the outdoors - not these warriors, they were ready, although some question how solid red bush’s body was... they were ready. Poison Ivy would not stop them. Grill Goblin acted first after the discovery, charging for the supply bin. His body moved strangely, with an unusual precision that only the elite can have in times like this. Most just panic and become clumsy or forceful, not grill goblin, he remained fluid, calm, and efficient searching through the bin until his hand touched the correct shape. It was what he was searching for; he turned to his fellow hunters with a crooked smile dancing on his face as if to say “is that all the beast has to offer?”. In his hand he held a bottle of "young warrior" wipes, they were designed for baby bottoms but would clean poison ivy just fine. One battle over…one victory for the warriors.

As they celebrated, a strange old man approached and asked “dat yor white plimuth?” The warriors did not respond. They knew all to well the cunning the natural side has. “It's leakin' gas” the old man continued. The warriors again swung into action and found the leak quickly. They poked and prodded to stop the leak with no success, their hunt was surely thwarted. For the first time grill goblin lost his cool, “well that is it…we're done”. It was time for red bush to respond, he calmly got into the Plymouth, as the other warriors backed away for some reason, and turned the vehicle around forcing the gas to the back of the vehicle. Another battle over…another victory for the hunters.

Relentless in their hopes to find the mythic beast, the warriors built their fire…knowing their hunt was drawing near.