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Hey :)


... kinda found my way via the usual random searchings.... don't really have much in the way of expectations and still trying to find my way a bit.. just got a few years of conditioning to break :P

I'm a few subjects shy of a BA in sociology.... my body to give up and now I'm essentially covered in bandages in order to move (yay me! lol) ummm... what else... oh, I draw stuff... sold a few bits which has prompted others to tell me to go do that full time but *shrugs* I dunno... I don't do well under pressure... kinda tired of a lot of things but figured all of humanity can't suck monkey's...well, you get the idea...


...anyhoo, you all seem like an interesting bunch :) t'is nice to be here
 

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Hello and welcome.... Covered in bandages? I am intrigued.
 

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I could say it was due to violent ninja ducks... they were trying to take over my felines' domain but alas.... I've got chronic tendinosis plus a few other nifty physical issues that go along with that. So I've been consigned to a life of sweet bugger all and it's driving me slowly insane. On the upside, I do get some interesting pain meds so ya' know, it kinda balances out :P
 
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Welcome, I like your signature and your avi. Care to share any of your art? :)
 

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I could say it was due to violent ninja ducks... they were trying to take over my felines' domain but alas.... I've got chronic tendinosis plus a few other nifty physical issues that go along with that. So I've been consigned to a life of sweet bugger all and it's driving me slowly insane. On the upside, I do get some interesting pain meds so ya' know, it kinda balances out :P

Those bloody Ninja Ducks! I would say that sucks but seeing as the meds balance it out, I won't. And I'm sure pity would just annoy you. Plenty of time to think though, ay? To much possibly.
 

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Welcome, I like your signature and your avi. Care to share any of your art? :)
I wish I could take credit for my avi. My work is way more weird :/ *smirks* I think I put a link up in the Art section if you wanna have a look :)

Those bloody Ninja Ducks! I would say that sucks but seeing as the meds balance it out, I won't. And I'm sure pity would just annoy you. Plenty of time to think though, ay? To much possibly.
Pity kinda pisses me off...lol (hmmm....are we allowed to swear here?) Yeh, too much time to think... never ends well :rolleyes: I have a garden that I massacre when I get angry at my ineptitude so that helps... then I up my meds for a few weeks, so ya' know... and yes, I am hoping to break that cycle this year... hoping... just gotta get my stubbornness under control :o
 
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I wish I could taje credit for my avi. My work is way more weird :/ *smirks* I think I put a link up in the Art section if you wanna have a look :)



Pity kinda pisses me off...lol (hmmm....are we allowed to swear here?) Yeh, too much time to think... never ends well :rolleyes: I have a garden that I massacre when I get angry at my ineptitude so that helps... then I up my meds for a few weeks, so ya' know... and yes, I am hoping to break that cycle this year... hoping... just gotta get my stubbornness under control :o
Yes I believe swearing while a barbaric abuse of the English language is allowed. Welcome however!
 

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Welcome! Here's an in-universe greeting to our forum. Take what I say with a grain of salt, but enjoy it nonetheless.

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As winter's snowflakes drift from clouds on high, you make soft strides through o'er ground below. Beneath your coat, bandages cover the wounds of battles past. You think of how your blood had run red as an autumn apple, making little crimson pools in the freshly fallen snow. Yet you didn't let the darkness take you; with fury that burnt like the summer sun, you'd risen, angry tears pouring down your cheeks. You'd wanted to make the seas run red with the blood of those who'd attacked you; to choke the rivers with their bodies; to rend the night with their screams of anguish! But they had gone, and you were alone.

You took what little you had left: a beaver-skin coat too ragged to sell, wool pants too tattered to wear, and love note-- now wet and nearly ruined-- from a Johnny, boy you'd met in the last town you'd been to, Evair. On that first night you'd met at the New Year's festival, he'd wrapped you in his coat when he'd seen you shivering, he listened when you'd ranted about the cold, and he'd had just that certain twinkle in his eye. When the night had ended, he'd taken you back to his house. Suddenly, you'd realized that you liked him, but not like that; he'd noticed, slapped his forehead, put his palm over his face, and said, "You're right, I'm taking things too fast; I'm sorry. Here, I hope that this helps," and offered you a silver piece to get a room at the town's inn. You'd said goodbye, walked down the steps, and off to that nice warm bed. There's a silver lining to every cloud, you'd thought to yourself.

The next day, you hadn't seen him. You'd looked for him by the ashes of the bonfire, in the tavern, and even in the jail. No luck. In desperation, you'd walked back to his house and knocked on the door. No response. Oi, what a strange man: Eager to get frisky one day and hidden the next. had rung your thought. How could anyone be so shaky with their feelings? But as your eyes had passed over the top of his door frame, you'd found the answer. A Latin motto, in black gothic letters upon the worn white wood, had been there. It had read, Logica, Scientia, Veritas. Classic INTP. I guess that Fe had gotten the best of him. you'd realized.

And as the days had passed Johnny had become but a foggy memory, and your time at the inn had come to an end. The innkeeper had given you a few hours that morning to pack your things: spare clothes, a few pieces of bread, a jug of water, a small knife. As you had been putting them into your leather satchel, you'd heard a knock on the door to your room. "Who is it?" You'd asked. No reply. You'd sighed, gotten up, and opened the door. There had been no-one there, only a note. "To Katy," had read the title. Within, there had been all the signs of a love-struck thinker trying to express himself: crossed out words replaced with ones that were themselves crossed out and replaced with words whose definitions you could barely remember, forcefully pressed pen-strokes, and even a horridly scribbled picture mentioning a visit to a place called "INTP Forum". Another sigh had passed your lips; 'twas cute.

So with note in hand you had left that town, and with note in hand you'd been beaten down, cut, stabbed, and hurled against a sycamore tree by a roving gang of robbers. They'd left you for dead, but they had been wrong. And you had risen from your snowy resting place to take revenge by living-- living in a place where one could walk in peace. You'd ripped some cloth from your meager clothes and fashioned bandages to keep your wounds at bay, gathered your strength, and pressed on into the cold.

And so you stand in the freshly fallen powder like a springtime bud: hardy, strong, and alive despite the bitter cold of nature. You stride forward, eager to know what the world has in store, eager to forget the battles past, eager to let the wounds heal and let you live in peace. Zzzip! An arrow zings by! Snapped back from your thinking, you leap behind a snowbank!

"Halt, who goes there?" cries a woman's voice.

You press closer to the bank, shut your eyes, and shudder.

"Who goes there?!" she cries again.

Your chest rises and falls like a drum beaten by a madman.

"In the name of the order of the INTP forum, who goes there?" the woman cries out once more.

Your eyes flash open. You recall the note that you'd carried in your pocket. You realize that you might be saved!

"H-here! I-I'm h-here" you chatter, partly from cold, partly from fear.

"Then stand and unfold yourself!" comes the reply.

You rise and shout back, "I am Katy the Brave!"

The woman wears a thick, russet tunic-- warm enough to brave any chill-- navy blue pants, full mail, and hard leather boots. She carries a broadsword and a buckler that bears the image of a quill and inkpot. Beneath the symbol are the words, "Logica, Scientia, Veritas". Relieved, you walk toward her and exchange stories. Her name is Alice, and she's been guardian of the order of the INTP forum for years and asks if you'd like a place to stay. You nod, teeth still chattering in the bitter cold.

The two of you walk for hours on end, crossing wind-swept hill and frozen dale. The snow, which once fell but one flake at a time, now falls in huge sheets and piles in great drifts as far as the eye can see. The wind howls and roars like a demon, ready to swallow you both up. You shudder and shake, but Alice has nothing to wrap you in. The winter wonderland has become a frozen waste, and the sun, which sets early in the winter, falls below the horizon. The night is as black as pitch.

"H-how are w-we to g-get t-to the O-order?" you ask, teeth clattering together.

"Well, I know a song that will help us get home," she replies:

"In winter-tiding's starry night
See abbey fires burning bright
See the north-star's e'er fixed light
And you will find your home to-night"

Her voice croaks a bit with the cold, and you can barely hear the words over the blasting wind, but for that moment, she looks happy-- like woodpecker caught in a thunderstorm who finds brief respite beneath a tree. Yet the snow pounds down like huge bricks of lead. Each step is harder than the last, and eventually, you drop to your knees in exhaustion.

"A-alice, g-give th-this n-note to a boy n-named J-jhonny in E-evair. T-tell h-him i-it had k-kept me warm. A-and r-raise y-your s-sword to s-s-tormy c-clouds o-on h-high, th-then b-bring i-it d-down u-upon m-my n-neck; i-it's a b-better way t-to d-die."

"Katy, where is your courage?"

"I-in the d-drifts of s-snow"

Alice pauses, looking down at her boots. Then she kneels down before you and looks you in the eye.

"Come pain, come death, come suffering, your name is forever. Like a legend, it carries you thousands of miles. So rise, brave Katy, rise and take the name that you were given!" Your jaw quivers a bit. Your whole body tenses up. With one great breath, you straighten to a height that you never known that you'd had. With the fury of the summer sun, with angry tears frozen on your cheeks, with all the courage of your name, you rise.

"Death's scythe shall clang upon my armor of rage" you shout, too furious to chatter.

And so it does. You press on for miles through the night and eventually come to a titanic castle. You barely make out a motto on its towering iron doors, "Logica, Scientia, Veritas". Alice smiles at you as you mouth the words. The sentries, who stand upon the walls, call down through the howling wind, "Alice the Guardian, who stands beside you?"

"K-Katy th-the b-b-brave!" you scream up at them "A-and I-I'll c-climb up th-that t-t-tower and r-rip y-your throats o-out i-i-if y-you d-don't l-let us in! A-AM I-I C-C-CLEAR?"

Alice nudges your ribs, "Easy, easy, take it easy. We're reasonable people here, no need to shout".

"W-wait? Th-they're a-all INTP's l-like m-m-me?"

"Well, yes, for the most part; however similar we may be, though, some of our most colorful members aren't INTP's at all.". You tilt your head questioningly.

"Cognisant, for example, is an ENTP, and he's practically melded with the floorboards. The place just wouldn't be the same without his Ne-fueled dreams of humanoid robots and sentient AI. Just be careful with his feelings, though: he's sad and lonely so he tries to pretend that he's emotionless."

One sentry runs down and opens the a small door in the larger ones. The two of you enter and proceed into the bailey.

"My, my, my, is this Katy the brave?" asks the guard. You snarl at him like a hungry wolf. He gulps. "For the title is well deserved!" The sentry directs you toward a large stone building just a little to the left of where you'd entered. He tips his helmet disappears into the falling snow.

"Well, I suppose that this is goodbye, Katy." says Alice as the two of you stand before the building's door, a tinge of sadness in her voice. "My place is out there, standing watch and searching the woods for others like you." She gives you a hug as warm as a crackling fire, a lonely sigh under her breath. Then, she too disappears into the drifting flakes and howling wind. You open the door and enter.

You find yourself standing in the atrium of a great castle. A mosaic of light streams through stained glass windows bearing the visages of such great men as Socrates, Plato, Godel, Picasso, and Nietszche and creates bright, dappled pools the dim vastness. Two white-bearded old men argue unintelligibly over what looks like calculus, but could very well be abstract modern art. A cloaked figure emerges from the shadows, bearing a leather satchel with your name.

"Hail, traveler, and welcome to our quiet halls. You'll find a room down five doors and on your left-- mind the cobblestone floors, it's easy to stub your toe. The nights are a bit cold, drafty, and damp, but there's plenty of hot, crispy, succulent roast boar and cold, sweet, clear mead to wash it down. This place has a glorious history of titanic battles among the great knights of our order: Cognisant, Architect, Da Blob, and ProxyAmenRa, just to name a few. And in our finest hours, we've taken trophies: the heads of Norse Gods, the crimson blood of dreamers scorned, and the still-beating heart of a troll. Yet, if trade you seek, other manors may better able to help you.

For example, and though you likely didn't see it through the snow, the one-hundred story glass tower that you saw on the way in is a colony of ENTJ's; their very similar functions and yet different perspective on life have made trade and friendship with them both lucrative and interesting. But they are just as 'soulless' as we, and few have ever tried to mate with them-- a course I that highly recommend maintaining.

As a final detail, even we of the rational temperament can fall victim to our emotions. Try to remember that in your posts, as even a simple, "Alright, let's let this cool off for a few days" or "Oh, that must have hurt something awful; here's a dry shoulder *hug* " can work wonders when another poster is angry or upset."

With a gentle nod and the wink of an eye, he hands you the satchel. Therein you find your room keys, a thick, warm, cotton cloak, cold, slippery slices of partridge carefully wrapped in parchment paper, a small, hearty loaf of bread, and a frosty glass bottle of water from the castle's spring.

"Just in case you decide to leave, let this be a gift from our order" interrupts the figure "Oh, and do dig deeper, you'll be pleasantly surprised."

Reaching further into the satchel's murky depths, you find a scroll on which is written in small, neat script, an oath:

The Thinker's Creed

In brightest day,
In darkest night
No falsehood shall escape my sight
Let those who worship Madness' might
Beware my power,
Pure logic's light!

The cloaked figure touches your shoulder and asks:

"Swear you this oath? For only through it shall you find Truth, be it in the Void or another code. In times of darkness, let it be your candle."

-Duxwing
 

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Duxwing, that was friggin' awesome!

... strangely accurate since I've studied a variety of martial arts ... and my partner is an ENTJ so I'm still gigglin' quite a bit over it all :D
 

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Duxwing, that was friggin' awesome!

... strangely accurate since I've studied a variety of martial arts ... and my partner is an ENTJ so I'm still gigglin' quite a bit over it all :D
*huge bow* Thanks! My goal is to build the story that you read. into an epic that will summarize the mythology and culture of this forum; to do so, I add a few paragraphs and a bit of detail here and there each time that I tell it. I especially like taking elements from the new forum-goer's Introit OP and using them as part of the story, a goal that I achieve by adding more paragraphs-- in your case, everything before you enter the atrium-- or changing minor details (I saw that you were married in another post and so I changed the outcome of the Johnny arc). But what I liked most of all about your response was your identification with the ENTJ bit because I hadn't written that in for you, it was off-the-cuff and already there, but you found meaning in it anyway. Speaking of reader reactions, can you give me some constructive criticism on the writing itself? I'd be glad to make any edits neceesary to improve the story. Overall, I love writing, and seeing responses like yours make my efforts feel worthwhile.

:)
-Duxwing
 

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*huge bow* Thanks! My goal is to build the story that you read. into an epic that will summarize the mythology and culture of this forum; to do so, I add a few paragraphs and a bit of detail here and there each time that I tell it. I especially like taking elements from the new forum-goer's Introit OP and using them as part of the story, a goal that I achieve by adding more paragraphs-- in your case, everything before you enter the atrium-- or changing minor details (I saw that you were married in another post and so I changed the outcome of the Johnny arc). But what I liked most of all about your response was your identification with the ENTJ bit because I hadn't written that in for you, it was off-the-cuff and already there, but you found meaning in it anyway. Speaking of reader reactions, can you give me some constructive criticism on the writing itself? I'd be glad to make any edits neceesary to improve the story. Overall, I love writing, and seeing responses like yours make my efforts feel worthwhile.

:)
-Duxwing
From a purely emotional? PoV, I'd say you've been around us awhile... you've read each person's story well, possibly lived it a few times yourself. I have to admit, I was intrigued by some of it - I've a love for a more medieval life, Norse mythology and strangely, want to learn how to shoot a bow (looking into that atm, funding n limbs pending. Crossbows might be a better option *grinz* ).

From a reader's PoV, you have a storytelling's voice. It flows well, draws the reader in as they see the path of the characters. The pauses you've placed are needed (unconventional but who gives a rat's butt about that) and some of your structure would give a ... I wanna say lyricist but that's not right :/ ... anyway, it isn't traditional but for me, that's what sells it (kinda what I mean by being a storyteller. Can almost hear your vocal inflictions within the sentences). It's easy to visualise and... yeh... you'd be interesting to sit with 'round a fire :)
 

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From a purely emotional? PoV, I'd say you've been around us awhile... you've read each person's story well, possibly lived it a few times yourself. I have to admit, I was intrigued by some of it - I've a love for a more medieval life, Norse mythology and strangely, want to learn how to shoot a bow (looking into that atm, funding n limbs pending. Crossbows might be a better option *grinz* ).

From a reader's PoV, you have a storytelling's voice. It flows well, draws the reader in as they see the path of the characters. The pauses you've placed are needed (unconventional but who gives a rat's butt about that) and some of your structure would give a ... I wanna say lyricist but that's not right :/ ... anyway, it isn't traditional but for me, that's what sells it (kinda what I mean by being a storyteller. Can almost hear your vocal inflictions within the sentences). It's easy to visualise and... yeh... you'd be interesting to sit with 'round a fire :)
Awwww, thanks! :). I'm glad that you were pulled into the story, and as for the campfire, I'd be glad to come down and tell a story any time. Regarding the "lyricist" part, would you elaborate, please? Are you referring to my prose, my poetry, or both? I do try to use rhythm in order to build up climaxes, but did my writing actually end up in meter? More importantly, did it sound better because of being thusly written?

Regarding whether I've lived the stories that I tell, seeing as I'm only sixteen I've actually lived very few of the events that I write about. Instead, I take others' experiences and use my very vivid imagination to flesh them out into story material. Of course, imagined emotions are never quite as believable as the real thing, so my writing should improve as I grow older.

Also, thanks for taking the time to review my story, and I agree that a crossbow would be a much easier tool to operate than a longbow. Moreover, I also like medieval settings because they offer instant drama in the form of political intrigue, monsters, and lawless wilderness.

-Duxwing
 

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Pity kinda pisses me off...lol (hmmm....are we allowed to swear here?) Yeh, too much time to think... never ends well :rolleyes: I have a garden that I massacre when I get angry at my ineptitude so that helps... then I up my meds for a few weeks, so ya' know... and yes, I am hoping to break that cycle this year... hoping... just gotta get my stubbornness under control :o
Angers never the answer!! Who am I kidding, rage is goooood. I want meds.. How much?;) Does no good to fight ones self.
 

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Awwww, thanks! :). I'm glad that you were pulled into the story, and as for the campfire, I'd be glad to come down and tell a story any time. Regarding the "lyricist" part, would you elaborate, please? Are you referring to my prose, my poetry, or both? I do try to use rhythm in order to build up climaxes, but did my writing actually end up in meter? More importantly, did it sound better because of being thusly written?

Regarding whether I've lived the stories that I tell, seeing as I'm only sixteen I've actually lived very few of the events that I write about. Instead, I take others' experiences and use my very vivid imagination to flesh them out into story material. Of course, imagined emotions are never quite as believable as the real thing, so my writing should improve as I grow older.

Also, thanks for taking the time to review my story, and I agree that a crossbow would be a much easier tool to operate than a longbow. Moreover, I also like medieval settings because they offer instant drama in the form of political intrigue, monsters, and lawless wilderness.

-Duxwing
.. would never have picked you for sixteen... and I bet your drive those around you insane ;)

It wasn't quite the right word... literary writers, that was it *slaps forehead*. I wouldn't say there was a metre to your voice but there was a singsong quality that lends you to that 'storyteller' quality. I'm not sure but have you read any Charles De Lint....? Granted he does more legends and folklore but you have that sort of quality to your writing :)
 

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Angers never the answer!! Who am I kidding, rage is goooood. I want meds.. How much?;) Does no good to fight ones self.
lol! Go get yourself some chronic pain then start giggling inanely when your Dr asks you how much you're in. Apparently, 'I'm fine' plus the giggle was enough to get me 30mg of codiene, 4 times a day... oh, and my Dr says I'm allowed a glass or two of wine with that :cool:


(honestly, it was either that or he'd slap me with a morphine patch n I'd rather not go there :/ )
 

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lol! Go get yourself some chronic pain then start giggling inanely when your Dr asks you how much you're in. Apparently, 'I'm fine' plus the giggle was enough to get me 30mg of codiene, 4 times a day... oh, and my Dr says I'm allowed a glass or two of wine with that :cool:


(honestly, it was either that or he'd slap me with a morphine patch n I'd rather not go there :/ )
Doctor, here I come! Morphine = awesome. Codiene = sweeet.
Patch. Err not so much.
 
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Welcome!

I would encourage one to continue one's art as a means of self expression and a vent for frustration. However, deriving any kind of income from one's artistic efforts, one has to overcome tremendous odds. The supply of art exceeds the demand (in terms of dollars spent on art) by an exponential factor.

This forum, oddly enough, is haven to a broad spectrum of eccentric individuals, despite most being drawn to this place by an allegiance to sameness, as we salute the Banner of INTPia.
 

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.. would never have picked you for sixteen... and I bet your drive those around you insane ;)

No-one at the last forum that I went to (I was perma-banned from there a few years ago) could believe that I was fourteen, either. And I can think in circles around my ISFJ mom-- the sheer level of abstraction gives her headaches. But my dad is a different story; he's an INTP with quite stunning insight into problems that I've tried to solve for months. Moreover, at school I've apparently gained the reputation of a "Dark Thinker" due to my frequent use of dark humor and logic.


It wasn't quite the right word... literary writers, that was it *slaps forehead*. I wouldn't say there was a metre to your voice but there was a singsong quality that lends you to that 'storyteller' quality. I'm not sure but have you read any Charles De Lint....? Granted he does more legends and folklore but you have that sort of quality to your writing :)
*glows* Wow, thanks. :). I understand what you mean by having a "sing-song" quality to my writing; I try to cultivate such a style. If you want to read some of my other fiction, check the Literature sub-forum and look for "Patria Mori" among the thread titles.

-Duxwing
 

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Welcome!

I would encourage one to continue one's art as a means of self expression and a vent for frustration. However, deriving any kind of income from one's artistic efforts, one has to overcome tremendous odds. The supply of art exceeds the demand (in terms of dollars spent on art) by an exponential factor.

This forum, oddly enough, is haven to a broad spectrum of eccentric individuals, despite most being drawn to this place by an allegiance to sameness, as we salute the Banner of INTPia.
It's been...enlightening so far. There be a few interesting minds floating about in here :)

... and yeh, I figure I'll earn my millions when I'm dead ;)

*glows* Wow, thanks. :). I understand what you mean by having a "sing-song" quality to my writing; I try to cultivate such a style. If you want to read some of my other fiction, check the Literature sub-forum and look for "Patria Mori" among the thread titles.

-Duxwing
okies cool ^_^
 

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now if I can just figure this thing out...


http://www.mypersonality.info/zieha/


I know you all care...



*snorks n skips off gigglin'*
You sound like an outdoorsy INTP, so enjoy the world around you: contemplate the warbling cries of songbirds in the still morning air, seek patterns in the mosses of wet pond stones, or even measure the rate at which weeping willows' teary branches grow. You'll make an excellent biologist, I'd say.

Of course, my analysis hinges on the assumption that the trait of "Naturalism" refers to a fascination and skill regarding matters animal, mineral, and vegetable.

-Duxwing
 

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I did think about that but decided I'd rather be outside than in a lab... have been mulling over becoming a park ranger but not entirely sure how well the ole bod would cope with that...

Having just found out that I'm a liability (thanks gov't for that assessment :beatyou: ), not sure if I'd even be hired... t'is a conundrum :confused:
 

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that explains my desire to learn survival skills... now I have a word to explain the concept as to why instead of, 'well, you never know when the world will crumble into a decay of its own making'.

thanks for that :)
 
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