Skreep’s Bedliner Shank

My awesome and generally mischievous webmaster Skreep showed up at my bunker the other day with a very sad looking little knife that he’d dug out the bottom of a tackle box. I honestly told him not to waste his time, and just to throw the knife away. He knew just which buttons to push, however, and challenged me to restore the knife… damn you, Skreep. Continue reading