In the cold dark rain a frail old withered body rose. Face splashed with drops of water as his eyes pried open to catch his surroundings. With small initial movements and aching joints he came to his knees first with a *Snap, Crackle, Pop* of his hinges.
His grey beard and stash soaked, fingers wrinkled as he stumbled down the slopes and descended upon round hill, where he there hunkered over an open campfire. Then smiling with a crooked teeth grin he looked over round hill and his grin grew even larger as he viewed the shimmer over the moon on the lake surface.
Part 1: One Million Apocalyptic Squirrels
Part 2: This... Is... Barter Town!!!
Part 3: Explosive Events
Part 4: Totem Trouble