King GarGar surveyed the wreckage of the battlefield and was moved to tears. Moments such as this caused all his self-doubts and misgivings to rise to the surface. The cries of the buzzards who circled above was like a demonic chorus, singing encouragement to the poor souls that were slipping into hell. “Shoo!” Cried GarGar at one of the vultures that landed on a nearby corpse. Intellectually he understood the necessity of vultures in cleaning up a spent battlefield, but emotionally, the sight of one of these creatures at work made GarGar bristle with anger.