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Seventeen of us? Holy Cow! And we all get along?

Apaches for the Generals, courtesy of Ricochet. |
Jungle Island, CA - June 2005
Into the Meat Wagon we loaded the crew and off to California we went.
Little did we know El Brujo was waiting for us there with his big
ol' suit of mechanized armor. For two days and a night we rolled armor
and tanks and jet packs across Lake Elsinore, scouring the land clean
of man and machine. We scoured it so well, even our general hid from
us and ordered some of our men killed.
Inside the armor a horrible struggle unfolded as El Brujo switched
to the other team and began shooting his comrades in the back, and
completing missions for the other side. What horrible retribution
lies in store for the vodun who betrayed his team? Tune in next scenario
to find out!
Brittney won a gun!
Scorpion Mouse learned to Fly!
Cannibal learned to fix an ignition switch!
Jack brought a pit crew!
The Oracle brought knee pads!
Mike brought Vicodin!
El Brujo was a spy!
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