He stopped working as a butcher and started killing wolves. Every year he killed over five hundred of them.
…when his friends found his body, it was next to the broken Wolf Spawning Factory he built, because, seriously, how else can you kill that many wolves in a year?
Previously:
‘Hey, a new router. For cheap. Why not?’
‘What the hell, where’s my storage?’
‘Where’s my internet?’
‘Oh.’
‘You’re probably going to have to take it back and get a new one….’
It’s actually been a very busy few days. Busy damn month, really. I spent a weekend trying to fix a thoroughly virused computer, which actually involved letting 8.1 download overnight because, seriously, it took that long. Then, my phone broke. Really broke. Like, no more phone broke.
Which is where my adventure started.