And so it was that Buliwyf found himself trekking northward across the open plain. Arngeir had insisted that they veer off the road some miles...
"WHOA there!" shouted Buliwyf. The boy's scream had given him a fierce start, and he was reaching for his belt. There was no sword there, hadn't...
Wolfsbane, if you're for real about quitting, let me know and I'll take the driver's seat.
Buliwyf idly prodded the embers of the camp fire. The sun was an hour down, and it was looking to be a cold, damp night. There was a mist of rain...
Well it's a holiday weekend here in America, so I for one have been away from the computer. I'll post again tonight and try to move this thing along.
Wolfsbane, care to give us a hint as to who this 'Great Queen' is?
Buliwyf paused at the crest of a tall hill to admire the view. Also to catch his breath, though he wouldn't admit it. Before him was a majestic...
Hey, you know. Kinda pulled that outta my ass, but I'm gonna roll with it unless it's going to bother some one.
Buliwyf Yngram A well-traveled Nord, Buliwyf is getting past his prime. He left the northern homeland as a beardless youth, and is now...
Oh, mostly just shamming out of work as much as possible under the guise of getting my affairs in order. As for the next eight years, the first...
Eight years ago today, on my 18th birthday, I got on a van headed to Fort Jackson for basic training. Since then I've been in a couple wars, shot...
Craft a sword using the brush as the hilt. That way, when you get all sweaty during a duel to the death, you can wipe your brow and put those...
Imagine a COD campaign that takes a year to finish and may or may not involve any actual combat.
I play COD. Or rather, I played COD. Since returning from the land of non-gaming, I've found my FPS skills aren't what they used to be. Maybe I'm...
I always just assumed they were ground up and fed to the more marketable animals.
Or you'd start carrying.
I hate all of the people who post comments under a news story, and I hate reading their asinine comments, but I just can't help myself. It's like...
Every time I see an exclamation mark, I hear the alert sound from Metal Gear Solid in my head.
Apparently I'm behind the times, because I'm still under the impression that the top button on a collared shirt shouldn't be buttoned unless...
Meh. You play with the real deal enough and fireworks lose their luster.
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