Dracco-Knightblade

“Move along you black hearted jackanapes! The lord marshal isn’t paying us by the yalm, he’s paying us to get his ship into this battle! Now get a move on or I’ll send you to the seven hells myself!”  Came the ever present foul language of the commandant over the roar of the stormy seas that cast the large war ship about like it was nary a child’s toy in as much a bathing tub.  The rain came in from all sides, winds tore at the sails even in their stays, lashings broke free sending cannons and all manner of cargo about the decks only to be scurried after by cabin boys and other crew members in a desperate a

"Fuck-me-Fridays" I think that's what I'm going to name a small series. Why you may ask? Because it seems that everything that is 'fucking me' (no, not in the good way) occurs on a Friday. My injury to my back is an exception to the rule as it happened on a Monday, and everyone hates Monday's already so that doesn't count. Friday Feb 12th, I go outside to start my truck to head to my physiotherapist appointment in the morning, and I guess someone had left the wipers on in my truck, they had frozen to the windscreen. I heard a pop after they cycled once, and the passenger side wiper stood straight up and would not move afterward. Great...t

Okay, so, from people that have known me for quite some time, you'll know that I work as an armored car guard, otherwise known as a 'Cash Services Technician" through a company of which I won't name directly, but it rhyme's with "Farta Borld" and is owned by frenchmen. That should narrow it down a bit. Anyways, I got hired there in 2014 November, I couldn't have been more excited! And sure, the job itself has had its ups and downs, and I will admit I kind of became jaded to the fact that i carried a firearm for self defense, wore a bullet-resistant vest for protection against those that would harm me, and had a license to carry, that and I