Dragonmaster Becomes Wild Man Blackwolf!

Y'know, kids, when I start going bonkers on occasion, I always make it my business to let you know precisely why I go bonkers. Today, alas, is no exception.

Know, then, that today --- while fighting to maintain my grip on my dignity --- some female twit with a walkie-talkie dared to rant at me as I was struggling to get my stuff out of my bag --- because, for one thing, you're dealing with 90-degree temperatures out there, and the last thing you need is some walkie-talkie-wielding female twit yelling at you while you're fighting to stay alive!

Momentary disorientation is one thing, dearests, but you certainly do want people to yell at you as you're battling for your life. It's simply un-kosher, dear children. Hence, the emergence of Wild Man Blackwolf --- the darker side of your humble Dragonmaster ... a side which is, I must sadly explain, a side effect of my former werewolf status. Be thankful that it comes and goes at will. Or, to be more blunt about it, this is where I end up doing the Bill Bixby rant thing and saying: "Don't make me angry. You wouldn't like me when I'm angry."

More grrrrrrrrrrrrr! to come!

Master Blackwolf