…I started a short story yesterday. It’s making me laugh. Once again (I have a habit of this when writing) I’ve concocted a big, gallumphing name for my main character, a huge Conan-meets-Marv-from-Sin City-like bruiser of a guy who’s just bought a sword (happyspector will like that there’s a sword involved).
His name? Malodorous Q. Ripskull.
Though it’s not the most over-involved name I’ve invented before. My personal favorite: the fake Eastern European name Randavadanal Fripriszkiviski.