After only a minute, the war council emerged from the wigwam .
The faces of the elders were set in a grim mask .
The red sky cast an eerie hue on Chief Highwater .
His lips curled into an insane smile .
His eyes glistened and rolled crazily .

"What a glooorious morning ... my young warrior bucks ."
The Grand Spirit is in agreement;
It is indeed a prooopitious time for Spilling Blood .
The white plains shall stain red;
And many enemy follow the Sky Road,
As the west wind carry the wails of their widowed ."

Pakwa's face fell .
"OMG ... it is Chichen 'Itza all over again ."

Finding it difficult to reign in my bloodlust in C3C gaming .
Keep getting my young bucks massacred with premature attacks .
Is there a pill for overzealous warmongering ?

Pakwa snuck into the wigwam of the village shaman .
Black Elk sat crosslegged on his prayer mat, smoking a pipe .
"How goes the war preparations, Pakwa ?"
"Black Elk, I have certain misgivings ."
Black Elk replied, "Be careful what you say; forum walls have ears ."
Pakwa gathered his thoughts and proceeded .
"Our noble Chief has not been himself lately .
His preoccupation with bloodshed has the bucks, including myself, fearful for his sanity, and our survival .
Could you assauge our fears with your wisdom ?"
Black Elk's face turned grim and he replied,
"It may be that he is possessed by an evil Windago Spirit, that is reputed to inhabit the planes of Deity and Sid .
It is said that these planes, among others, can only be reached with the help of a powerful circular artifact,
a Seedeedeedisk, forged in the kilns of the Atataree people .
You must find and remove that artifact immediately from his possession ."
"Thank You Black Elk . I will gladly do so ."
Pakwa snuck out of the wigwam of the village shaman .

Pakwa rummaged through the treasure chest .
As he found what he was looking for, he heard a twig snap behind him .
Chief Highwater was holding his tomahawk aloft .
"Thieving Scum, Die ..."
Pakwa raised his arms to block the oncoming blow .
"No, no, not the disk ."
Chief Highwater dropped his weapon to his side and stretched out his free hand .
"Hand it over ."
As Pakwa was about to do so, it started to hum and glow .
Blue static lighted the air above and a holographic image began to take shape .
Chief Highwater looked stunned .
"You have the gift ." ...