
It all started with some back and forth about a Cobraman from a shitty movie named Dreamscape. It stars the evil gang dude who shot Cyrus in Warriors as a dreammaster-man who invades your shit and performs karate with space nunchucks and turns into a Cobraman that terrifies you. Then Cobraman gets a dream spear through the chest, utters "Daddy?" and dies. Awesome premise, bad execution. I believe the quote was "I was put into the Dreamscape while watching this trash." or something along those lines.
Anywho, the spirit of bad movie Tuesday from the dark, dim past known as "college" has been resurrected on some crazy blog I found. It's run my the mighty Shao Fe Combat Master. He is a Goliath ganger who spent all his skill upgrades on throw, just so that he could hurl you off the ledges and precipices in the nightmare underhives of Necromunda. When Shao Fe is not busy pumping up his Cawdor huckin' gunz, he spends down time at his gang's hideout with unsavory types like Robert Ginty, Harper, Demonfeet Warmonger, Ozzy, Calibus, Captain Delaware, and Animal Mother watching films and then rating them on some beserk 5 star system.P.S. Shao Fe is not who you think he is, so don't bother with assuming his name is Scot on any comment posts. He insists on being refered to ONLY as Shao Fe Combat Master. Or SFCM for short. Serious.
DO AS SHAO FE COMMANDS!

























