There were 6 of us, which is more or less the optimum number for a good campaign. I was the only Reaganite-capitalist among the five Soviet interlopers. I think, if we broke down people by personality and skillsets, we had a warrior, a shaman, a monk, a bard, and two clerics.
This guy, Vulva, would have been the monk. I'm not sure how to spell his name for sure, but he did respond to the word "Vulva", if you put a little "w" sound with the "v". Remember how Chekov was looking for the nuclear wessels? It was something like that. I say that Vulva was the monk of the group because his fingers and wrists were richly festooned with all sorts of Buddhist paraphernalia that he had picked up while in Tibet. He's the sort of guy that would be really intimidating if it wasn't for his kindness and zen peace.
Behind him are the Andes on the southern tip of Argentina.
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