Not of a town. Not of a village.
Wanderers of old. Thieves in the night.
Men, women, sheep and cattleprods.
None are safe.

Son of Viagra Mason Vimes(A man renowned for being hard as stone), and Poppy Essence(renowned for being high in public circles. And private circles for that matter).

There was no silver spoon, no sacred sword, no staff of favour of any kind.
But a kid with no vowels in his first name has to grow up tough...It's the way of the world.
Perhaps if he'd learned to read and write properly he'd be aware that he always forgot to leave a space between his first name and surname.
But to CmdrVimes there was more to life than Quill and parchment. Not a lot more, granted.
He developed fist skills....First..to block..then eventually to punch..then..to punch very hard..
After inspecting the limp, lifeless pink pulp, he knew Viagra was no more.
He was free of his shackles....Now he turns his hungry eyes towards the rest of the world.....Onward he marches...Gaining nothing but age and blood...............Anyones blood

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