Shireroth

I will be attending mine beloved aunt's wedding from tomorrow until Saturday. While I am away, I intend to write an account of Niirus Tinenetuwar's antics in Hyperborea (not myself, of course, but the warrior who shared my name in ages past). Well, until then, a chairde, rock on, and keep eating those succulent kiwi. ZirandorthelThe Golden DarknessNiirus Tinenetuwar"In order to find his equal, an Irishman is forced to talk to God."-Stephen Braveheart

//Cut to the beloved aunt's wedding.//Cut to the evil Barber General plotting to disrupt to the joyful occasion with a team of elite scissor commandos.//Cut to Niirius saving the day, but only after realizing that reality is but a psychological disorder, bedding several curvey, provincial maidens, sipping on cheap British champagne, being tried as a genocide, and being knighted Sir Hamburg of Flavingtown by Queen Elisbet of a sovereign lunar principality.

All of that is true, except for the fact that it was actually quite pricey champagne That crafty Barber General, I'll get him one of these days! ZirandorthelThe Golden DarknessNiirus Tinenetuwar"In order to find his equal, an Irishman is forced to talk to God."-Stephen Braveheart