In the Northpoint tavern in Düren, Daelric sat with a mug of ale in his hand. He blinked his bloodshot eyes slowly, raising the mug to his lips, drinking deeply of the local brew. He belched slightly, and gazed about the room, observing the other drunkards and tavern-goers. He noted, to his extreme displeasure, that a stall away from him sat a ( Read more... )

With the exception of a few people, everyone I've had the displeasure of talking to on this LiveJournal thing has pissed me off. You're all narrow-minded rascist, sexist, ego driven, self-centered assholes. You claim to be someones friend, but persist in berating her for making a choice that has led to her happiness. What the hell kind of a person ( Read more... )

Well Laddee-fuckin-dah. Welcome to my corner of the wide wide web ( Read more... )