The Date: November 8
The Time: Noon

This is the Grand Finale.
You WILL be there.

Anybody who’s been invited is still invited. (Yes, that means you, Nate.)

I want to give everybody enough time and notice to arrange for the day.

And, for those keeping score, here’s some foreshadowing…

Hanzo: *rip, rip, rip*
Buni: Your past hasn’t just caught up to you… it’s gotten ahead of you.
Yokimi: Masks aren’t so easy to take off and throw away.
Mitsuo: A stranger can’t betray you. Only a friend can do that.
Arakasi: Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty.
Shohachi: Tools are not honor. Honor is not a tool.
Tenshi: Hatred is a kind of blindness; a handicap a one-armed man cannot afford.
Bakahito: When the crab is thrown on his back…
Sokaiya: Once you’ve seen a thing, you cannot stop seeing it.
Little Brown Ghost: There is one thing harder to push against…

We’re nearly at the end, folks.
And like all samurai tragedy, it’s gonna be bloody.
Be ready. And keep your wakizashi ready.