Who knew a unique last name could lead to so much unpleasantness? Not me, that's for sure. Not that I ever had a problem with my name until it sent me roughly sixteen hundred years into the past.
Trust me, it's not like the stories. The food sucks, most everyone is a sexist jerk, the clothing itches, and there is no running water. So staying as fresh as a rose every day? Not possible. Besides, there's not enough time, between all the Woad attacks and whatnot. It's a lot to adjust to, especially if you're an Internet addict from the 21st century (that would be me).
It wasn't all bad, I suppose. I learned how to sword fight, cook a meal with only three ingredients, sock useless Romans in the face, and watch a small army of children without casualties. And there was that bit about fulfilling my destiny as the fabled "descendant". That was pretty cool I guess.
Don't get me wrong, I actually found the experience incredible. And if I could go back and do it all over again, I would. But I must move on, and take what I've learned with me as I go along.
But seriously, why is there no cell service in fifth century Britain?!
So, I've decided to re-upload this story with a little bit of a different format... we'll see how that goes. Thanks for reading this far, since I'm stuck at home, I may actually try and upload. That's a wrap!
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