(May 7, 2014 at 6:14 pm)BlackSwordsman Wrote: Hello, my name is Robert S. Krumbholz. or at least it was, I am a boy from Germany. My family came to America when I was 7 years old. I was later adopted after my father went to prison. My mother ran out never was around. I was adopted into an Italian / Scottish family. GREAT MIX never a dual moment.
I served in the United States Army as an Infantryman, I served well and I had a lot going for me. Wife, daughter, small dog.
I was over in Afghanistan when an IED changed my entire life.
I lost everything and was confined to a wheelchair for awhile, the damage to my head caused memory loss. I was medically discharged from the service as disabled. Before the discharge my wife cheated and came forth saying she's been sleeping with my best friend who was my unit mate for a long time. She filed divorce, got everything. My car, my house, my money, my daughter. I attempted suicide at that point. I lost my daughter.
I haven't seen my daughter since, the ex-wife has gone into hiding and only pops her head above ground to take money from me.
almost 3 years ago. I got a call, my Biological father has been diagnosed with cancer, he hasn't long. At this time my adopted father had gone into a coma.
Then, months later by Biological father passed away, I was heading that night to see my Adopted father whom I was deeply close to, as he was in a coma at the hospital. My friend called and said he was on his way.
Then I got the call from my mother, he too had passed.
in the span of 12 hours I had lost my only family.
I am heavily into MMORPG's mainly because I can be someone else, live a life I want. Avoid the matters of the world around me. It is an escape for me.
Thus the name BlackSwordsman from Sword Art Online.
I am a product of the events in my life that have led up to this present moment, they have defined me and my actions.
I am simply who I am, but who I am is forever changing.
Wow, just wow. I hope things are looking up for you now
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
