Whoo doggy! Lucky round 13. Let’s get right into the action. Coyote threw a million little pieces of shrapnel at his foes… Michael trained a firehose of Evian into the fray… David gave us all hemlock and consumption. Three warriors entered. None survived. They’re dead. All of them dead.

After last week’s light battle, the warriors return with vengeance on their minds and blood on their hands. Three great armies amassed to vie for contested land. Who would prevail? Would any survive? Would any live to sing songs of the clash? Coyote led the charge atop a mighty warhorse, leading a terrible horde of…

This week was a light one. Three scouts met while surveying a potential battlefield and got into a fight with non-lethal ordinance. Coyote threw wiffle balls at the others… Michael blew spitballs… Red sprayed foam… This week we’ve got Pyrotechnic Parties, Camping Trips, and Tortured Artistes. And if you get a chance, stop by David’s…

Oh, the humanity! Three score and three days ago Michael and I brought forth on this internet a new challenge, conceived in Comedy, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created funny. Now we are engaged in a great comic war, testing whether that challenge, or any challenge, so conceived and so dedicated,…

We’ve got an interesting battle this week. Back from the brink of doom (probably after making a Mephistophelian deal) Michael is firing on all cylinders. Red’s got a new home on the web, but didn’t join in the festivities. David channeled his inner Sondheim. It was a slugfest out there today… Michael launched an early…

I’d been holding off on reporting the results of this week’s battle in hopes that Michael would make it out of the M*A*S*H unit, where he was playing grab ass with Hot Lips Houlihan, in time to post. He’s been under the weather this week, and in Chicago, there’s been a LOT of weather this…

After last week’s two-man wrecking crew, this week we’re back to three combatants. Still, there were some lingering personal, health, and weather issues keeping the warriors from fighting at peak form. See for yourselves as… Coyote rouses the team to fight, fight, fight… David tells it like it is… Michael shows us it really is…

Our hearty meals digested, our concubines put aside, we stepped up to the dohyō. Again, three of us had come to the ceremonial ground to battle for supremacy. The yobidashi brush the sand smooth where we had sat as we step up to the shikiri-sen. Coyote is terrifying in his non-traditional hemp mawashi. He strikes…

The armies assembled on their respective sides of the battlefield the evening before committing their forces to the attack. Unbeknownst to everyone, Michael stealthily climbed atop a tor a thousand yards distant from the battlefield. Selecting an arrow from his quiver, he pulled his bow taut and let it loose… Hearing the arrow whistling through…