From the Winged Hussars scaring me awake, to Sabaton Open Air: My journey as a Sabaton fan (the Intro)
I have a thing for long titles. I'm pretty sure that's from my love of bands like Fall Out Boy, Panic! At The Disco, Cobra Starship, Paramore... you get it. Anyways, I cannot in good conscience begin this introduction to the blog series I'm going to be doing without showing you the title properly formatted, so here you are: From the Winged Hussars scaring me awake, to Sabaton Open Air: My Journey as a Sabaton fan The Introduction I once said in high school that I should have my poetic license revoked for using such flowery language. Unfortunately for you all, no such thing has occurred and I remain as flowery as my aunt's old acreage, Kickass Ranch. This is going to be a blog series of three parts? Maybe four? Think of it like Eragon. It was supposed to be a trilogy as initially imagined by Christopher Paolini, but it eventually turned into a saga as one part had to be split into two. I don't think this will be quite so dramatic about it, if it goes that way. The pl