A love-letter to Terry Pratchett and Discworld
Cohen the Barbarian was angry. Angry that he never died in battle, angry that the world had forgotten him, and angry that his knees were starting to play up in the cold. He was also angry that his faithful mount had been gifted the ability of magical speech. The horse was insisting that they had made a wrong turn back at Slice. He was also angry that the horse was probably right. This was not how it was supposed to end for the barbarian. This was not how the Discworld’s greatest hero imagined it at all.
The nostalgia is emanating through the screen. The nostalgia about the better times. Times when trolls were scary, heroes were epic and Sir Terry Pratchett was alive and writing a book every year or two.
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