Where have I been? Well, pull up a seat, cause THAT'S a hell of a story right there. Might want to pull a drink or two while you're at it. It's a long and epic tale...and I have time to tell it.
Now, for those of you who don't remember me, first of all, you're cuddly and I love you. Secondly, thank your lucky stars, because I was the most troublesome Soldier this side of the river has ever seen. No bias there, of course. All the rest are just wannabes. I swear it's true! Now, while I was razing half the barracks to the ground in epic misadventures (I was, of course, completely blameless - it was all the roommates. See what kind of trouble they get a man into? *deep sigh*), I had a grand old time, and yet, as young men do, I began to dream. And those dreams were of far off mountains and epic architecture that was just ASKING for a good burn.....ishing. Sorry, something got stuck in my throat there. Did you get me that drink I requested yet? Either way, it just so happened that in the dark of night, I crept off, tying myself to the underside of a trading vessel to get away! Hundreds of Warders swarmed the hills seeking me (I swear, it was the roommates who stole the silver. Search me, I swear I don't have any!) on false pretenses and for my epic charm, but it was to no avail!
For years, I roamed the lands, losing and finding myself at the same time, and yet, I began to wonder. What in the name of the Dark One was going on back at Tar Valon? And then a comely wench would wink at me and I'd get distracted for....reasons. Let's just say my old mentor taught me well, eh? So, I won gambles and lost gambles, learned quite a bit about the price of silver (From the gambling. I SWEAR I didn't make off with any! The Gaidin are just really good at losing valuable things. You'd think they'd be less clumsy...), and - you'll never believe this one - I even learned to FLY. Nono, stop looking at me like I'm crazy, TRUST me. You'd have to pay me for the secret though. I'll not tell you how it works, just for you to take all the credit! And there's no guarantee it would work for you either. I think that it might have been the incredible skill of blowing hot air that the Creator bestowed on me. You can be jealous now.
Either way, years have come and gone...as have many lovely women, weighted dice (I would never. Other people's!), haystacks (They're more comfortable than feather beds, I'd swear it on my old auntie's dusty gravestone), massive cities and empires - Remind me to tell you about the time when I made it past the lands of Shara. People there have six eyes and fingers growing out of their heads, may the Dragon smite me if I lie! But that's a tale for another time, and only reserved for people who bring me more than a shoddy pint of beer. Psh. So cruel. I figured I'd mosey on back to this old town and offer to help my old friends (except my roommates. They're evil.) with all their worldly troubles. For a price, of course. People always thinking I'll do favours for free, pssssssh. It's ridiculous these days. So many moochers. Know what I mean? And no, me coming back didn't have ANYTHING to do with people finding me. That's a silly notion. Everyone knows that I'm as mysterious as the summer wind and as uncatchable as spring sunshine. Those Warders and Aes Sedai hanging out outside have nothing to do with me at all, nope. Just a coincidence they're there.
TL;DR: Been gone for years and years, grown older and wiser (I'll readily admit I'm clueless now!
). I missed you guys 
So I figured I'd come back and start from scratch - get a little change of name going on and get acquainted with all the new folkses. Uhh, let's see. Quick intro on me, I'm currently a full time student (History major!) and I work part time (40 hours a week part time har dee har) at a hospital doing public relations stuffs. I can't get enough of Wheel of Time, and I think I've currently read each book...at least 10 times. Other than AMOL. I'm still digesting that one(HNNNNGH so good.). I'd honestly have to say, even disregarding his work with the Wheel of Time, Brandon Sanderson has to be my favourite authour, currently. However, Bernard Cornwell, G.R.R. Martin, and Patrick Rothfuss all come in very close second. So hard to choose just one, yknow? Last question there is "Do I need help with anything?" Ooooh, trick question. Let's see what I need help with. Understanding the universe, finding a cure for cancer and procrastination (Not sure which is more pressing here), finding my brain without the assistance of coffee or cell phones, becoming more toned than Michaelangelo's David, browsing less Reddit, making millions of dollars, becoming the ruler of the world...
Naww, I don't need help with anything right now. I'm just hoping to settle in with you guys again - and maybe head up for some conventions this time. <3?
Now, for those of you who don't remember me, first of all, you're cuddly and I love you. Secondly, thank your lucky stars, because I was the most troublesome Soldier this side of the river has ever seen. No bias there, of course. All the rest are just wannabes. I swear it's true! Now, while I was razing half the barracks to the ground in epic misadventures (I was, of course, completely blameless - it was all the roommates. See what kind of trouble they get a man into? *deep sigh*), I had a grand old time, and yet, as young men do, I began to dream. And those dreams were of far off mountains and epic architecture that was just ASKING for a good burn.....ishing. Sorry, something got stuck in my throat there. Did you get me that drink I requested yet? Either way, it just so happened that in the dark of night, I crept off, tying myself to the underside of a trading vessel to get away! Hundreds of Warders swarmed the hills seeking me (I swear, it was the roommates who stole the silver. Search me, I swear I don't have any!) on false pretenses and for my epic charm, but it was to no avail!
For years, I roamed the lands, losing and finding myself at the same time, and yet, I began to wonder. What in the name of the Dark One was going on back at Tar Valon? And then a comely wench would wink at me and I'd get distracted for....reasons. Let's just say my old mentor taught me well, eh? So, I won gambles and lost gambles, learned quite a bit about the price of silver (From the gambling. I SWEAR I didn't make off with any! The Gaidin are just really good at losing valuable things. You'd think they'd be less clumsy...), and - you'll never believe this one - I even learned to FLY. Nono, stop looking at me like I'm crazy, TRUST me. You'd have to pay me for the secret though. I'll not tell you how it works, just for you to take all the credit! And there's no guarantee it would work for you either. I think that it might have been the incredible skill of blowing hot air that the Creator bestowed on me. You can be jealous now.
Either way, years have come and gone...as have many lovely women, weighted dice (I would never. Other people's!), haystacks (They're more comfortable than feather beds, I'd swear it on my old auntie's dusty gravestone), massive cities and empires - Remind me to tell you about the time when I made it past the lands of Shara. People there have six eyes and fingers growing out of their heads, may the Dragon smite me if I lie! But that's a tale for another time, and only reserved for people who bring me more than a shoddy pint of beer. Psh. So cruel. I figured I'd mosey on back to this old town and offer to help my old friends (except my roommates. They're evil.) with all their worldly troubles. For a price, of course. People always thinking I'll do favours for free, pssssssh. It's ridiculous these days. So many moochers. Know what I mean? And no, me coming back didn't have ANYTHING to do with people finding me. That's a silly notion. Everyone knows that I'm as mysterious as the summer wind and as uncatchable as spring sunshine. Those Warders and Aes Sedai hanging out outside have nothing to do with me at all, nope. Just a coincidence they're there.
TL;DR: Been gone for years and years, grown older and wiser (I'll readily admit I'm clueless now!
). I missed you guys So I figured I'd come back and start from scratch - get a little change of name going on and get acquainted with all the new folkses. Uhh, let's see. Quick intro on me, I'm currently a full time student (History major!) and I work part time (40 hours a week part time har dee har) at a hospital doing public relations stuffs. I can't get enough of Wheel of Time, and I think I've currently read each book...at least 10 times. Other than AMOL. I'm still digesting that one(HNNNNGH so good.). I'd honestly have to say, even disregarding his work with the Wheel of Time, Brandon Sanderson has to be my favourite authour, currently. However, Bernard Cornwell, G.R.R. Martin, and Patrick Rothfuss all come in very close second. So hard to choose just one, yknow? Last question there is "Do I need help with anything?" Ooooh, trick question. Let's see what I need help with. Understanding the universe, finding a cure for cancer and procrastination (Not sure which is more pressing here), finding my brain without the assistance of coffee or cell phones, becoming more toned than Michaelangelo's David, browsing less Reddit, making millions of dollars, becoming the ruler of the world...Naww, I don't need help with anything right now. I'm just hoping to settle in with you guys again - and maybe head up for some conventions this time. <3?
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