If you like fantasy, sci-fi, guns, endless orc machine gun fodder, and all of the above, you won’t be disappointed with this book. It opens up with action. ‘Nuff said. Brumm dumped his hot load into a hill giant’s guts, blew its back out, and basically said “Nerf this!” Brumm truly is the D.va of Forgotten Ruin. With a di-My only complaint is that I need Talker to pause his increasing number of ever-lengthening mental breakdowns to get the FUCK on with it. “What? You DON’T want me to go on a multi-paragraph long tirade about how I’m writing to no one in particular in this shit show? You want me to continue about how this battle went down? Tough. I need to not break the flow of the story like I don’t need coffee, so myeh.” No, I did not forget to write this review. Stop asking questions. 9.9 (rounding up)/10 would read more about a sentient Carl G and the flesh puppets it keeps as pets.
