The (mis)adventures and thoughts of an aspiring master archer, lifter, and fantasy author who happens to be irresistibly drawn towards wolves, raptors, and parrots. They may say there's no such thing as Paradise or Perfection, yet I'm still searching for them. Why do I keep searching? A voice speaks to me and says: "Search for Paradise and aspire for Perfection"...
Monday, November 19, 2018
The Calm Before the Brown Deluge of Doom
A 4x4 of 45 lb Sots presses was the last thing I did before two gates opened up. First was the Gates to Tir Nan'Og (or any other Faeries realm). The second was the Immolating Great Gates of Browntown, with mighty trumpets heralding the arrival of E. coli fury.
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