I wish I could have gotten a better pic of fighting Bullit. I really do. However... well... he kind of folded like a forty year old lawnchair before I could get to the printscreen button. Maybe when I come back... maybe.
Well, suffice to say I stopped by to visit all my old friends in Old Camp... but... well... as you may recall, the Digging One didn't leave any alive. Getting a little depressed at all the empty huts and pickaxes lying around unclaimed I moved on to fight Mr Troll.
Oh... but first, of course, I ran into Diego... who wasn't too impressed with my choice of pets. |
