The arrows

Make it count

The accident

The peasant

The overnighter

The Life of the Party (story/pic)

        Brandon was the biggest prick in town.  Alcoholic, white trash, trailer park type of guy.  He was the high school bully until he finally dropped out.  

        He was also the biggest homophobe in town.  He thought that if someone was gay, they would surely want his "sexy body".  (Though, I must admit, he was right about that.)  And since he didn't want guys thinking about him that way, he would beat the crap out of anyone who he thought was gay.

        When I finally got my own place, it happened to be a few trailers down from Brandon.  I was happy to be free from my overly-religious baptist parents.  I decided to throw a coming-out party for me and my friends.

        The booze was flowing.  The pool was a splash and the bodies were gyrating to the music. My small yard was a very happening place.

       Then, here comes Brandon, wearing jeans and no shirt.  He even put on a rainbow belt.  (I guess this was his way of trying to fit in.

      But, after all he had put us through while we were in high school, no one wanted him there.  He started moving his hot body to the music, when out of nowhere, someone in the crowd charged him with a sword.

        Before he even knew he was not welcome, Brandon felt the blade tear through his gut.  He let out a loud groan.  the party-goers stepped back and watched as the muscular redneck slumped down to his knees, holding the blade.

        He glanced up at the crowd, a tearful expression on his face and fell to his side.  Everyone watched as he writhed on the ground, grunting and gasping on the lawn.

        He tried to push himself back up gave out a final grunt before collapsing lifeless in the grass.  The party guests raised their cups in a loud cheering toast and celebrated with even more dancing.

        I never expected that Brandon would be the "life" of the party.

Herkimer #4

Going through (storyline in progress)

(Storyline in Progress)

        Daniel was one of the king's youngest archers, but he was also the best.  The army was proud of his sure-shot.  He could peg a swallow at 500 feet if given the right bow.

(Storyline in Progress)

June 2017 (Update)

Help,  Aidez-moi,  Hilfe, Βοήθεια, Ayuda, Ajuda, Wsparcie, Помогите, Pomoc, Cứu giúp, Aiuto, Допомога, Ajutor!!!!!
         
         I have noticed that there are alot of visitors to my blog from around the world.  So, I have decided it would be awesome to put a more international flare to this site.

        I would like to post my stories in other languages, but since google translate in not very reliable in such translations, I need your help to do this.  
  
        I am hoping to find people willing to volunteer to translate my stories into other languages, so they can be more readily enjoyed by all.
 
        I am unable to pay anyone, but if any of you, in your free time, would like to pick one of my stories, translate it and email it to me, I would gladly post it. 

        If you can help out, email me at 
gooberdoober1@yahoo.com 
please include your name or pen-name.  (I would like to give credit to those who translate.

Thanks in advance.
And As Always,
Happy Battlings and A Glorious Death To You All!!

 B&D

Gym battles - Ragnar's demise (story/pic)

        The mighty Ragnar leapt through the air in the battle and landed on the railing of the balcony, granting him the high ground.  He was the last survivor on his team.  Some had died on the gym floor, others on the stairs.  His last friend died on the balcony, leaving him to face off against 5 enemies.

        He kicked one of his opponents in the face while simultaneously slashing another's throat with his sword.

        One spear was thrown at him, but he spun around, deflected it and and was able to grab hold of the shaft.  He returned it deep into the chest of the one who threw it.

        He was not so lucky with the next one.  The next arrow, thrown just as Ragnar downed his latest kill, pierced the mighty warrior straight through his back.  The tip thrust through and stuck out his navel.

        Ragnar bellowed out a barbaric roar as his belly lurched forward and his back arched.  The force of the hit knocked him off the railing and the powerful warrior plummeted to his death.

Herkimer #3

forest glen

in the dungeon

workout regimen

Resting in Peace

Peasant rebel

didn't see that one coming.

(storyline to come)

Servant to the heir #4

(Storyline to come)

In the guts

(Storyline to come)

archers attack (story/pic)

        The new coliseum had opened in Rome.  Gladiator games were to resume in honor of Rome's historical glory.  
        In honor of the opening games, the greatest athletes assembled to take part.  Among them were a group who had opposed the games.  They were to be permitted to protest outside.  
        As the games were about to begin, these protesters stormed the field.  In response, archers posted in the stadium opened fire.

Sorry for the poor picture quality

        Their sharp arrows sank deep into the athletic bodies of the protesters. As they lay writhing and dying on the ground, it appeared they had become a part of the ceremony after all.

finally resting in peace

prickly abs

Streets of Chicago

Attacking the gym