Let me tell you a story, about a deranged stallion...

I was told when I started this journey, that it would be difficult. I gave that person a long, hard stare Hoping that my deadpan look would enlighten them to their own stupidity. In the land I come from, walking outside to take a piss can get you killed, and more times often than not, it does. I knew it wouldn't be easy, I knew I could very easily die. I also knew that it would fun, which is why I went on this journey in the first place. To enjoy myself and kill things. On different continents, no less!

(Takes places in the Jericho universe with direct permission from Crushric. Great guy. Put up with more of my BS than he should have. I will never enter the main story of Jericho, ever, but I will reference it when I feel the need.
Edited by Killbles)