September 2011
I just got into it with some racist piece of shit at a restaurant! I’m fucking furious!
I’m at this restaurant with my friend and this White girl and her boyfriend are sitting at the table behind us being super loud and obnoxious. Every time the waiter, a Middle Eastern guy,…
Epic win.
Bravo!
That’s what you get for being a racist.
I enjoy reading it an learning about it, but I don’t practice it
I am reading the Omnibus, hence why I wrote it. I wouldn’t have done if I hadn’t of read it.
Also, if you had read the first book of the Knights of Bretonnia, you would see that I mentioned the Grail Knight from that novel.
Also, it’s fan fiction, doesn’t need to be 100% correct.
As I found out when I read a Fallout 3 fan-fic with dragons. Yes, dragons in Fallout.
The knights of Bretonnia charged forward towards the enemy. The thunder of hooves was loud and almost completely drained the sound of the braying beastmen. Platt scowled at the knights charge. What of ordinary men? Their names would not be remembered as they were peasants, nothing more.
Platt was a captain. He had hacked, slashed and bluffed his way to this position. The knights weren’t happy with it as he was almost the same rank as they were and he was peasant born. Platt was given a horse and two hundred men-at-arms and fifty bowmen to command. And he commanded them beautifully. Many knights were silent about it, but they were often saved by this small detachment of their forces. “Right men, lets cause a little trouble. I want one half of the men-at-arms to march in front with the bowmen in the middle and the other half at the back. Then we’ll march behind these beasts and cut them off. Fall OUT!” The men quickly learnt the meaning behind Platt’s orders, many having served under him for years. Many of these men were veterans, which was good because Platt knew how they worked and they knew how he worked. The column quickly formed and then marched at double time into the forest. Platt wheeled them round after five minutes of marching, heading towards the enemy rear flank.
Cooking bacon and eggs while listening to metal.
win.
Someone get me the fuck outta this house.
I just bought a pipe
*smug face*
Inspired by the Knights of Bretonnia omnibus, I’m writing a short story in Bretonnia. Wish me luck.
Doctor Who is kind of like the father of steampunk. Or the mother.
The ambiguous asexual parent of.
It’s futuristic, yet a lot of the episodes are set way in the past with these “scientists” with fancy steampunky gizmos.
But yeah. Just an observation.
Hm…. No. Try Jules Verne and H.G Wells. They’re the parents of the brainchild that is steampunk. Doctor Who merely embraced it.
Facts: Check them before hand.
GAAAAAAAAAAH! Now I physically cannot speak! Fan-fucking-tastic!

