[cupido2]

It was like a hooligan fight. A ton of madmen and psychos an my side, a bunch of seafood on the other side. They met on a flat underwaterfield and charged mindlessly into each other. While my men fought bravley naked and with their bare hands the seafood wore heavy armor and had pointy sticks so they slowly butchered through my lines of lunatics. They even killed some of those void-blobs. Then, all of a sudden, everybody ran away. (Perhaps the police, who was called by a neighbour, was about to arrive.) All but a crab general and some of my tired out men. The crab general seemed to be in a food frenzy and ran like heck after the slower rest of my retreating troopers. Pinching them to death, one by one. Ouch... beaten by menu 3 in a fish-restaurant...