I never quiver. I lost most of my nerve endings in fires and powder fire. My hearing is almost shot from artillery and explosives. I'm not the man I used to be, but I never quiver. My aim is true and my nerves are rock solid. However, I think you are confused about the meaning of the word...
Thank you for the info. I received the knives. Here is the one I kept. It is a beautiful addition to my quiver, light as a feather and sharp as my instincts. My harem will give me high reward for the culinary masterpieces I prepare for them with it.
That's a beautiful knife, got a bunch. Also, I use the right tool for the right mission. That "hunting knife" is not practical in my kitchen as I prefer a death pinch grip while chopping onions. And you are also forgetting my debt to the Indonesian chef. Stay with me there, Teasle.
Thanks, gentlemen. I ordered a couple. I'll submit a detailed AAR once I get my hands on it. I'll let you know what the personal chef to Prince Notonegoro thinks too. His standards are quite higher than mine as I just prepare meals for my small harem.
If this is true, as it appears to be, a similar knife with the Akifusa master's name is quite a bit more. Seems like a good deal. I may have to rustle up a few more bucks and get an extra one for my personal quiver. Looks like there is a bare knuckle fight in Hell's Kitchen tonight, maybe I can...
Hello fellow mercenaries. I won a huge bet in a **** fight in Jakarta. However, the kingpin I was betting against fled and his men surrounded me. After beating them all to a pulp, I managed to rummage up $150 from their wallets but I owe $30 to the driver. If you do the math, it leaves me with...
My first Japanese knife was the Miyabi Kaizen. I acquired this knife after I was captured by the Yakuza. Long story short, I made it out with my fingers all intact.
Through my recent adventures I have acquired two knives from the DaoVua masters. I found the DaoVua Leaf Spring Tall Petty while scaling the Fanispan mountain during the rescue of a duchess kidnapped by the one eyed evil mastermind Sotu. The other, pipeline steel steak knife, given to me by the...
16 large at the package store. Straight up, neat in a steel bullet proof flask that sits in the inside upper left pocket of my war torn leather jacket. Perfect for a late night winter stake out hunting down and getting revenge on the Russian mob kingpin that raped and killed my family. Takes the...
No, I don a horned helmet like my ancestors before me. Speaking of ancestors, here is the little paring knife version... It makes good for peeling an apple or a shive in a pinch.