Well, it happened again, this time in the middle of the darkest, deepest jungles of Venezuela.
It all started when me and my best friends Billy, Todd, and Carlitos got kidnapped for ransom by some diamond smugglers while we were fishing on the Orinoco River. To make matters worse, the leader of the gang was Roberto Malo, and he was going to torture us and then throw us to the gators for what we did to his brother back in Campo Mata.
We just barely escaped and made a beeline for the mysterious cliffs of the Lost Tepui. We hid in caves under waterfalls, blew up some things, got shot at, fought off a huge snake, and got caught in a huge flood.
And when it was all over, we'd even added a new member to our super exclusive club we call the Machacas. Sure hope you like reading about this latest adventure of ours.