Ah, my favourite piece of history; the ill-fated Franklin expedition of 1843, the last great voyage into the unknown, at least until the 1960's. I've always been obsessed with this particular event, partly due to the mystery surrounding it, partly due to AMC's dramatisation.
Every other car in the world might've been nicer, and faster, and comfier, but the memories I have sitting in Dad's Celica will forever be with me.
Alas, my little story failed to find a friend amongst the judging panel at RTE. Hopefully it will make a few acquaintances here...
Ah, yes; the end, the finale, the curtains, fin, lights out, roll credits, home time... insert synonym for 'end' here.
The beeping has ceased, the master alarm is off and the shudders in the controls are gone... I am me once again.
A load shared is a load halved...
As I've mentioned in past posts, the protagonist of my current work is (and much to my own sorrow) subjected to a grueling ordeal. Nothing worth doing was ever easy, my Father once said; for Elke Wolf, nothing would be easy, nothing at all.
Tomato soup was served on Wednesdays; a favourite of the Reimstadts. To make tomato soup in their kitchen’s old, black-iron cauldrons, you’d have to fetch water from the well in the castle’s courtyard five, or maybe six times. As a maid to the esteemed Reimstadts, that was expected of you.
I could ramble at length about Darkest Dungeon, but on this occasion I'd like to float around its surface level, at least as a jumping-off point for future posts. Darkest Dungeon puts you in the shoes of the Lord of a crumbling Hamlet; The Ancestor serving as your guide through the world and the reason as to your tenure here.
Every protagonist needs a mentor; someone that'll tease out the wants and wishes buried in their heart while giving them the necessary skills to chase them. For Elke Wolf, that person is Izzy and they met, briefly, a long time before the events of Wolf...
AJ Carney 