Six days out… I’m a god. I’m not much of a god, mind you. Unkind immortals might even suggest that I am useless. Speaking of unkind immortals, here is that smug, little miss perfect, Aine, wandering past. “Oi… Raffe. I hear I’m up against you next week. You drew the short straw, huh? I’m gunna flay your sorry hide in every round!” “Yeah… brilliant sledge, Ai. … [Read more...]