- Reference: The Most Holy Servants of Fried the Ironclad, the Krieger Knights (as described by Markus Richter).
- On a Sunny Morning, She Ate Toast and Planted Flowers
- On a Black and Stormy Night, She Buried Her Heart in Fire
- In a Decent Hotel, She Found Out Who I am
- Under an Eccentric Knife, She Became Like Me
- In a Less than Average Zip-port, She Made Her Way to Me
- In a Really Nice Gym, She Shot Some Guns, Thinking of Me
- In a Dirty Obstacle Course, She Captured a Flag
- In a Bitching Hotel, She Wrestled a Man with No Penis
- In a Crowded Arena, She Watched My Shitty Friends Fight
- On a Snowy Morning, She Wrestled a Naked Woman
- She “Got the Band Together”
- Let the Trials Begin!
- In the Back of a Truck, a Bunch of Hands Play Card Games
- In a Shivering Tundra, Hands Tipped Hands and Called Bets
- She Followed a Sabretooth Through the Snow
- Hands Pulled Triggers and Hands Bled in the Snow