Welcome, welcome, my stars but it's getting crowded in here. Seems some of you decided to hip your friends to our existence and now we're on the gopostal.com site's home page in a Prominent Position and people actually look forward to our arrival, rather than fear it's coming as an especially lurid slice of spam.

And, despite the fact that this Golden Gimp is now something of a star, interviewing Postal Babes imported from AlphaModels on a monthly basis (they think of me as "their monthly visitor" I've heard!), I'm still living in a pit, still wearing a full body freak suit and I'm still The Gimp, so no, cult celebrity has not gone to my shaved head.

But now to the subject at hand – the theme for this issue is the fun, mayhem, treachery and other synonyms set to start in the second season of Postal League action! That's right, another well-deserved tribute from the Urine Nation to the Postal Nation. And, as with all things POSTAL, we here at Running With Scissors are invariably amazed at the amount of thought that goes into every aspect of your interaction with us, from your team strategies (see this issue's "Tip Jar" for a tutorial on the correct way to deal with Snatch, team-style) to the team names.

What other league could boast so proud a line-up as the always-dangerous BitchAssMotherFuckers (you've got to watch your ass AND your mother with this crew); the haughty if ill-born Elite Bastards; the cyber swank M@DHeadz (oh, that "z" gets me right here – but, of course you can't see where I'm pointing so never mind); the cheerful Hell's Evil Death; the admittedly Brainless Lunatics; the peerless goth ick of The Darklight Team; the ever-optimistic Bringers of Doom and, of course, the team that owns the heart (and at least one other organ) of RWS madman-in-chief, Vince Desi, the all-female, mad powerful Bitches With Attitude?

No. Other. League.

So read all about it in our "Postal Nation" section.

There's also the usual allotment of RWS news, a new Vince Desi interview and the first batch of ideas for a possible POSTAL movie.

Well, folks, that's a wrap. Zed is dead. Please wash your hands on the way out – for the sake of the people you'll be meeting if not for yourselves. And those hip boots are REN-TALS, sweetheart!

See y'all next month, Postal Babies!

--The Gimp
Editor, The Urinal