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Private Jammy
Legacy Name: Private Jammy

The Graveyard Rreign
Owner: Angewomon

Age: 15 years, 11 months, 1 week

Born: May 24th, 2008

Adopted: 10 years, 9 months, 1 week ago

Adopted: July 25th, 2013

Statistics

• Level: 31
   
• Strength: 79
   
• Defense: 70
   
• Speed: 27
   
• Health: 27
   
• HP: 24/27
   
• Intelligence: 169
   
• Books Read: 172
• Food Eaten: 2
• Job: Smelter Operator

"I don't suppose you've ever used a mortar before, have you?" You shake your head. Mortars weren't exactly commonplace in the castle you spent the majority of your eighteen years. Ben smirks, ever-so-slightly. "There's a slight chance of maiming, of course, but I'm sure you'll pick it up. First I'd like to introduce you to Private Jammy. He'll be your loader."

You turn your head. Your eyes widen and your jaw drops. Standing beside a pile of cannonballs was what appeared to be a mixture of a mummy, Hollow Man, and human being. Your stomach churns as you take in the man's collection of wounds and injuries, ranging from simple bruises to a broken wrist and a bloody rag over his left eye. And he smells worse than he looked.

What could be seen of Private Jammy's face lights up as Ben introduces him. "Pleasure to meet you!" He greets, his expression and attitude at stark contrast with his appearance. "It's true what they say about me, you know. Jammiest soldier in Albion. Seven hundred and twenty-four wounds and still standing!" He punches the air and grins, displaying several holes in his gums where teeth should have been. You feel sick.

Ben chuckles as your expense and claps you on the back. "Don't worry, you'll get used to him. After a while, he's hardly revolting at all.

You sincerely doubt that.

"Right, Jammy, it's time to show them the ropes."

Jammy salutes. "Yes sir!" He turns toward you, the wide smile disappearing from his face, but his eye still dances mischievously. "Right then, my life's going to be in your hands, so let's make sure you know what you are doing, okay? Go on. Grab the mortar and we'll do some testing shots."

Apprehensively, you take control of the mortar. You clutch the solid metal ridge, sudden anxiety replacing your nausea, but Private Jammy nudges you on. "Let's see what you've got!" He exclaims. He leans forward and points towards a post in the field. "See that scarecrow over there? Blow it up!" You shoot him a concerned look. Perhaps too many injuries to the head has fried his brains. Jammy grins in response. "Yeah, that's right! Let's blow it to buggery! Come on!"

With no choice in the matter, you twist and turn the mortar, hopefully aiming it in the direction that Jammy was pointing. You close your eyes and...

BOOM!

You crack open a lid and are stunned to see that you hit your mark. Jammy reloads the mortar, his movements sharp and jerky with excitement."You see that? You see it? That scarecrow's a goner! Again!" You repeat the process. Target hit, once more and Jammy grows increasingly thrilled. "Boosh! Goodbye, Mr. Scarecrow! That was bloody brilliant!" You can't help but smile. His demeanor is contagious.

Ben clears his throat to settle him down. "All right, Jammy. Don't get too excited. You know what happens when you do. Let's just take care of the last one."

Jammy furrows his brow. "Just one left... Hang on. I don't remember setting this one up..."

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