A box showed up at our door last week. Not just any box mind you, but one marked CoC DSMN, IA. For those of you in the know that can mean only one thing - Church of Choppers. The swag vultures circled around the box waiting for the packing tape to be cut open - for the scent of gratis goods carries high on the wind. To their delight, the inside was a cornucopia of shiny metal, debossed leathers, and screened cotton. They cackled with opportunistic delight and dove beak first into the consumable carrion. The box and all it's treasures were summarily stripped clean and left for dead. The swag vulture's appetites were satisfied...if only for today.
Straight from the CoC