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cholten99 and I are maintaining that e-mail back-forth that marked our workdays during the romance phase of our relationship. The following back-forth is going on at the moment, prompted by his telling me of yet more Probation Service-related stupidity:
Me: Did you ever get the feeling that the whole world's run by Marauders?
Him: How do I apply to join....?
Me: 1) Become Awakened; 2) Go insane. Don't think it's possible in RealLife, though; sorry.
Him: How about in reverse order... Either way there is more chance of the insanity (especially here) than reaching any kind of enlightenment...
Me: Well, you could just go insane, but I don't think that would make you Marauder -- I think that'd just make you insane. So you wouldn't be able to influence events either way, but they might make sense to you cos you'd be as crazy as they are.
Him: But, maybe if I went insane I would *believe* I was Marauder? I kind-of poor mans version of Awakening...? ;-)
Me: Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken.
Him: Who knows? Who's to judge my subjective reality? :-)
Me: Consensus. And consensus dictates that sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken; it makes you a fetishist.
I doubt I have the last word. No one ever gets the last word withcholten99 ... nor any of his characters either, come to that. At least, not unless NPCs resort to telling him to shut up. Oh, and I finally remembered how the conversation with the dead student happened -- Lucius went up to talk to Dawn, resident Spirit Master, and she led him through a quick "talk to the dead" Spirit rote. She even used foci to demonstrate how the newbies do it.
In other news, the rucksack I replaced last weekend? The one that replaced my trusty Mississippi-purchased thing that was falling apart? Well, it now has a massive hole in it, right near the bottom in an ideal "things fall out" spot. The hole is big enough to dump cola bottle, little book of foreign swear words, pencil case and dice bags -- all the necessities of life. That's the last time I spend £5 on a rucksack from Surprise Surprise. At least the last cheap-arse ruck I bought lasted for a few months before it bit the big one; that one came from a market stall and held my entire life for several months while I was in the US three years ago. (Oh shit. The anniversary's coming up. A week Wednesday.) Then again, I wasn't hauling huge numbers of gaming manuals in the old one. At least I'll have time to replace it before game. I miss good workmanship, though -- I hate buying crap.
cholten99 and I are maintaining that e-mail back-forth that marked our workdays during the romance phase of our relationship. The following back-forth is going on at the moment, prompted by his telling me of yet more Probation Service-related stupidity:Me: Did you ever get the feeling that the whole world's run by Marauders?
Him: How do I apply to join....?
Me: 1) Become Awakened; 2) Go insane. Don't think it's possible in RealLife, though; sorry.
Him: How about in reverse order... Either way there is more chance of the insanity (especially here) than reaching any kind of enlightenment...
Me: Well, you could just go insane, but I don't think that would make you Marauder -- I think that'd just make you insane. So you wouldn't be able to influence events either way, but they might make sense to you cos you'd be as crazy as they are.
Him: But, maybe if I went insane I would *believe* I was Marauder? I kind-of poor mans version of Awakening...? ;-)
Me: Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken.
Him: Who knows? Who's to judge my subjective reality? :-)
Me: Consensus. And consensus dictates that sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken; it makes you a fetishist.
I doubt I have the last word. No one ever gets the last word with
cholten99 ... nor any of his characters either, come to that. At least, not unless NPCs resort to telling him to shut up. Oh, and I finally remembered how the conversation with the dead student happened -- Lucius went up to talk to Dawn, resident Spirit Master, and she led him through a quick "talk to the dead" Spirit rote. She even used foci to demonstrate how the newbies do it.In other news, the rucksack I replaced last weekend? The one that replaced my trusty Mississippi-purchased thing that was falling apart? Well, it now has a massive hole in it, right near the bottom in an ideal "things fall out" spot. The hole is big enough to dump cola bottle, little book of foreign swear words, pencil case and dice bags -- all the necessities of life. That's the last time I spend £5 on a rucksack from Surprise Surprise. At least the last cheap-arse ruck I bought lasted for a few months before it bit the big one; that one came from a market stall and held my entire life for several months while I was in the US three years ago. (Oh shit. The anniversary's coming up. A week Wednesday.) Then again, I wasn't hauling huge numbers of gaming manuals in the old one. At least I'll have time to replace it before game. I miss good workmanship, though -- I hate buying crap.