SINCE WE'RE ALL TALKING ABOUT OURSELVES, I THOUGHT I'D TAKE A MINUTE TO INTRODUCE YOU TO YOUR GLORIOUS HERO.
Coming live from his bombed out house between rounds of making $300 swords for geeks and collectors on the internet, he stands ready to challenge all comers! Strong from years of "training", skilled with hammer and drunk as a skunk, HE CANNOT BE STOPPED.
Who is this legendary weapon maker, this Forgemaster extraordinaire? Why, it is I! The eponymous, illusive, prodigious, elegant, verbose, void of warranty and endless in exposition FORGEMASTER!
GASP as he makes the impossible real.
be ASTOUNDED as he makes really cool shit.
get BORED as he makes his commute to his workshop, which was attached to his house, which he gets to cry over every time he works. It was burned down by an INSANE UNDEAD EGOMANIAC!
So yeah. Going to get another beer, think about how badly screwed up my life is, and maybe make some asshole a claymore. What do you want from me?