Every story begins somewhere, even a story about telling stories. I hate to write something that ends with a bit of a cliffhanger and risks feeling too fluffy without any meat, but I have to get this out in order to move on. I hope you’ll forgive me
The Women of Warhammer
Boner softening. Fear rising. I dispaired slightly but continued my search, intent on finding the women of Warhammer… The babelicious inhabitants of the dark future. Instead I got the confused and teenage angsty of America’s dark underbelly… Nerdville. Population: Way too high.