this story follows a man killed by the most legendary entity known to man…..truck-kun. yes I know. another senseless victim. anywho, as he passes he proceeds to speak with the being known as the great one who oversees all life as we know it. they talk and proceed to have an agreement that Michael (our protagonist, just realized haven’t named him) gets insterted into the body of the one and only GUTS 3 days before the sacking of kings landing. his mission? protect the lives of Elia Martell and the future royalty of the targaryens and to do that he’s been enlisted (by the heavens will things have happened and he’s been a soldier for the crownlands) by the supposed future ruler of Westeros to protect his family. this is the beginning of a nee story of the man who took 100 lives single handedly.

I apologize for the extreme prolong abscence. I had a stroke. Won't go to deep into but just know this ain't dead and I'm good no lower lip hanging no droopy face. Still as beautiful as a Lannister. Give me a couple days maybe the end of the week and I'll be pushing out full force. 


Chapter 8 - this book isn’t dead.