WAR IN THE KITCHEN

From time to time my kitchen becomes the scene of epic warfare,battles are fought, heroes die and weapons of mass destruction are usually very much in evidence; I refer of course to the fortnightly gathering of the Kamikaze Dungeoneers.

This intrepid band has been fighting it out for so long that it's origins are lost in the mists of time and it's exploits have entered the realm of legend. The members of this ancient society are seasoned warriors to a man, believe me when I tell you that the Knights Templar have nothing on this band of Knights Culinaria.

Each of these brave warriors commands and army of his own choosing ,but these armies are unlike any ever to appear upon the field of conflict in times past for they are the warriors of the future,combed from galaxies far beyond our own .

Strange creatures part human,part machine, giants in strength and devastating in battle share the conflict with the forerunners of our own mythical monsters and members of the world of Middle Earth, Elves the like of which were never seen on Earth. Daemons, and Dwarves, Ogres and Orks,each on more phantasmagoric than the last , each one beautiful in its way, and all hell bent upon the utter destruction of the others. It is a sight to fill one with awe.

Today heralded the advent of a number of strange machines ,at once beautiful and terrible they added much to the mayhem and at the battles hight were seen everywhere as the three armies present today fought to the death for the honour of victory alone.

Late in the day when the usual smell of baking had become overwhelmed by the smell of carnage, when the casualties had been counted and the winners announced, a future date for further hostilities was agreed upon before the heroic leaders returned to their everyday lives.

One day when all these things have passed into history,sagas will be made of their exploits and songs of their greatness and their battles will be sung by bards. Then will their passing be mourned,even as others take up arms in their cause.

Such is their greatness that the brave 300, Finn McCoul and the Fianna , even the immortal Beowulf will pale in to insignificance in comparison. Their name shall live forever, on the white board in Avies kitchen.

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Joking apart these young men have, in spite of years as opponents in many a dreadful battle have remained friends in the real world they inhabit. Their friendship is a testament to the good which can come from this kind of pass time.

Much has been claimed as to the Diabolic influence generated by such activity, to those who insist that the game is evil I have one thing only to say......BULLSHIT!