Walking home from another hard day at work, our rex friend there spots a motionless blob from afar. Taking a detour to check out the (supposedly) dead body sitting on top of a hill, he gets a little more than he bargains for when that body isn't so dead after all. After a marginally pathetic attempt to attack the unknown rex with that long stabby thing on the left, the caveman banter ends and a more civil confrontation begins. Looks like the poor rex was interrupting who will be known as Pipsqueak's little "nap".

Weapons used: "Frankenstein's Staff" - double molested Type 97 Sniper with bayonet (i.e. the long stabby thing)
Nagant m1895 w/ suppressor

I was planning on doing a little story on said picture when I find time to ascend my mountain of work to a reasonable altitude.

If only he had a third leg to stop that other arm. Feel free to comment and such.