Anonymous Correspondent

— How one Genoese ass-hat’s garbage sense of direction turned the Age of Discovery into the Age of “DID YOU HEAR THAT? WHAT WAS THAT? IS THAT A SPIDER ON MY ARM?!” —

— How one spectacularly impatient warlord with a case of historical blue-balls replaced wine and orgies with boiled horse and existential despair. —

— How one tight-arsed Lord's epic failure of imagination robbed the world of a sun-drenched continent full of foul-mouthed, beer-swilling super-criminals. And sheep. So many goddamn sheep. —