Fjordur #21 (Patreon)

My father loved you all. His final words were: "Do they still call my name, like that of some mystical warrior from a time gone by, or am I just lost in the Odyssey - in between the hidden chapters, long forgotten and disregarded like a grenade? I miss the feeling of adrenaline from the crowd - in the heat and the shine. I miss the storytelling, the sudden switch, the rush before the curtain, the hiss, the cheer. I miss not hiding behind a mask."

But sadly, it was cancer that kept his shoulders down for the one-two-three.

https://youtu.be/w7YRK2RVSHg