One More Last Time (The Good Guys, #1)

by Eric Ugland

just in time to see the street light get shot out.

Wow, really. When was this written back in the eighties when stupidity about gun use was still vogue?

So desperate, in fact, that he hadn’t taken the safety off, and the gun just kinda did nothing when Asshole Two pulled the trigger.

Oh give me a break. These guys came in hot with guns a blazing but they had the safety on? I hate authors who have never shot a pistol trying to write cool.

Then, a telltale terrible noise: the tink tink tink of a metallic object bouncing across the floor. The grenade came to a gentle stop on my fucking foot.

A grenade? What the heck! Is this book going to be over the top the entire time?

Which, oddly, didn’t seem open or gangrenous anymore. Asshole Two, for the record, still had the fork stuck through his foot.

I would ask why but I’m afraid of the answer.

I could almost hear Paul chuckling above me.

How does he remember Paul? Mind wipe and all.

What did it matter what my standing was with a town that didn’t exist? But there was also the unknown. Maybe I’d get a boss sword. Or some awesome armor. A bunch of health potions. Or a big sack of nothingness.

He lost his god sword and shield and hasn’t even attempted to retrieve them. However he still wants a boss level sword? I’m not sure the author remembers what’s happened.

And horses fart constantly. And horse farts stink.

Well this is another topic the writer clearly isn’t knowledgeable in. Maybe horses in the city that pull fancy carriages for tourists in New York, but not in the case for well cared for horses. Yes everything farts, however when your a pack animal that runs from everything to stay alive farting loud doesn’t help. Secondly is he riding right up in the the horses butt?

I didn’t have parents, so I grew up in a foster system designed to fucking fail. But then for one glorious year, all I did was pound stakes into the ground, set up circus tents, sweep floors, groom horses, and was part of something like a family for the first fucking time in my life.

Earlier he said he didn’t know real life until he was one of the 1%. Now he says this. Not sure if there is a contradiction here but it does feel like one.

big fuck-off spear somewhere in the building?” “It is possible there is something that matches your eloquent description

Author can’t stop using the F bomb. How is it in this world the F-word appears to be a universal to everyone? However “kick the bucket” and other slang isn’t understood? Even if it’s universal why does the author not have the skills to use other words?

Ten solid feet of steel nearly two feet wide.

Really ten foot sword in a underground cave system. Do the math 6’3 man carrying the sword at his waist would mean 6-7 feet of sword sticking out. If he unsheathed the thing and held the thing at waist level the ceilings would need to be 14-15 feet high. If it was on his back 4 feet would stick out over his shoulder. I don’t think the author contemplates what he writes. This isn’t one piece where Mi-hawke somehow carries a sword 2x bigger than himself.

Why had I just taken Morcant’s word for it? I was about as stupid as the Agachnern thought.

His intellect stat is crap so does this surprise anyone? Not to mention he somehow thought up this great plan. His strength is off the charts but he is supposedly smart enough for this crap?