Be Thee Man or Be Thee Whispy Wavy Forest Thing?

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Reservoir Dogs
Originally uploaded by chewmyhoop.
We've had a couple of requests already that we do science fiction and fantasy, and I like the idea of the Reservoir Dogs type fantasy story

"You wanna piece of me, elf boy?"

Any other suggestions for genre?

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