"Wanker." He states matter of factly before flying off into the hills.

 

Well that was a waste of time you think to yourself. As you stand in the freezing cold street, you begin to realise how trully buggered you are. Your house has been battered to buggery, the knights are still out for your blood, and on top of that you're standing stark bollock naked in the middle of nowhere, (its hard to draw clothes on stick people, except for tie's, they're easy enough.)

 

Anyway, your realisation is short lived, as the sound of gunshots in the distance catches tyour attention. There are a lot of them. Which brings us now to decission time, where to?