July the fourteenth, 1883: Being rather rudely awakened after a night of drunken revelry; Half-Rats is thrust into a rather dire situation. Utter calamity has erupted in the streets outside of the general store which he calls home - calamity of the most unnatural and horrific kind, that is. Now he and the shop keeper, Mr. Trask, must hold out against this infernal host of creatures together. Will they survive the night?
Eat and drink...and give thanks and shit!
Mmmm~
We don't Celebrate Thanksgiving in Britain but Happy Thanksgiving Anyway!
Half-Rat's best companion (besides whisky and meat-pies, that is). Happy Thanksgiving!
He IS the meat-pie!
And the devil. This ****** got me addicted to morphine.
And shot nearly dead.
DAMN! Well, glad to see you're still alive 'n kicking!