On July nineteenth of the year nineteen ninety two, a thunderous bang roared across the grand city of Santa Ana, California. This was the sound of my right fist colliding with the face of the doctor who had just slapped me. I was born Sir Reginald Obsidian III, but took up the name Andrew, for it seemed way cooler at the time. Later on in my life, I realized how stupid that decision was, and vowed to have a son and name him Sir Reginald Obsidian IV. During my teenage years, I traveled many miles across many cities. Eventually I settled down in Huntington Beach, writing epic stories of things and stuff. And here I will remain...until I finish my AA and transfer to a college in New York City.
Dagger In The D.A.R.C.
This is my record of Dagger In The D.A.R.C., the book I am writing. DITD is a story about four assassins who, when on a mission for three years, find out that their clan, D.A.R.C. has been annihilated. They then leave Brash's capital of Aricrill (whe