Sgt. Salty and the Misfits - Chapter 1: The Six-Pack of Doom
Sgt. Salty and the Misfits - Chapter 1: The Six-Pack of Doom Right, listen up, you lot. Salty here, reporting from the front lines of what I can only describe as a sustained, non-stop domestic siege. Forget your wars, your economic collapses, your rogue space squids. The real terror? It’s Sharon and her six-pack of small, loud humanoids. The file says “Your wan with five kids.” That’s bollocks. Sharon’s got six. She’s got the unholy trinity—the triplets, Marie, Kate, and Ashley—who move and operate like a highly-trained, utterly lethal cheerleading squad. And then you’ve got the triumvirate of terror: Tom, Dick, and Harry. That’s six. Six tiny, weaponized eejits whose sole purpose in life is to convert matter into noise and property into dust. I swear, observing that house is like watching a nature documentary on a previously undiscovered species of chaotic gremlin. They don't just live in the house; they’re conducting a long-term, structural dismantling of the place. It’s less ...