At some wifi pub on a dingy sidestreet of Valhalla the three shabby revenants in faded blue sitting in the corner booth pause over their whiskey as they overhear the Valkyries at the next table over - who have just opened their Æsirnet connection - swear and exclaim something about "...already working on becoming the
most fucking corrupt presidential administration in American history".
Bill Sherman guffaws and slaps the dusty little man sitting beside him as Phil Sheridan raises his glass to his friend. Ulysses Grant simply takes a long pull on his stogie and slouches back with a sour little knowing smirk that says everything you need to know about his opinion of coming fate of the 45th President of the United States.
