As the son of a deceased blacksmith from Quainthamlet, a small settlement near Townsburg, I have taken my amateur hand-crafted sword and am on the way to Camenot to find my destiny; most likely reaching my limits many times and overcoming them (just) with the help of my trusty companions and the burning hope and power of friendship that lies within me.

Or I’ll just die, because my sword is crap and I’m a noob.

Can you imagine the smell the day after?

Props to the pallet collar raised beds, industrial agriculture!

I hope you can find yourself a healthy relationship one of these days pal.