Sometimes, I wonder what I’d be if all my superfluous life fluff were stripped away, and I was left with my barest essentials. Would I end up a lover? A fighter? A frozen, naked coward? It’s tough to say, but I quite like Skulls of the Shogun‘s (extremely literal) supposition. Stripped of my skin, muscles, eyeballs, and blood, I’d be a samurai. A skeleton samurai. Fighting for vengeance and honor, using all the tactical knowledge still bouncing around in my half-rotted undead brain. Happily, I’ll soon have the chance to live that flesh-free dream, seeing as Skulls of the Shogun’s coming out at the end of the month.