Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2013 18:39:10 GMT -5
Soooo can I just start off by saying I hate the gods?
Yeah, that's right I said it. They're a bunch of cowardly children who throw wars and freaking temper tantrums like six year olds when they don't get what they want. They can't handle a truthful insult. And they expect respect. Yeah? Try for respect after you mature.
I've been turned into three animals in the past... two days? I guess it's a reflection of my inner nature as an animal or whatever spiritual, religious, metaphorical crap you want to deem it as. A pig, a jackalope, and a kitten. Really? I would of gone for a Rottweiler.
Other than that: gods being whiny brats and getting turned into animals, nothing else is new. Camp is Camp. Same people. Same eating schedule. Same training. Same forging. Same mending. Weingarten wanted her sword fixed and Campell wanted her gladius fixed. All that sentimental weapon jazz.
I think I may drive myself crazy here, especially since people have started sticking their nose where it doesn't belong. Mainly the gods, Weingarten, Petroski, and Kyoto. They will get bloody noses. If they try to open any doors, they're most likely going to get slammed in the face with them. Maybe they'll learn, maybe they won't, but whatever. I'm not going anywhere, unfortunately, for both parties. They think they can crack me open and bring me out. But they're all wrong. It's never going to happen. I think I'd almost rather die first. Then again, I was technically supposed to die. Don't know why I didn't though.
Maybe the only things that keep me from going insane are the nightmares (or arguably they make me even more insane), the fight training, the forging, and the plane making. I'm starting Meg's... sixth plane. I'll make her eighth fly. I have four months and I promised her that I'd make it fly for her fourteenth birthday.... she would have been fourteen this year.
I still half wonder how I'm even standing with like, 5 hours of sleep at night. Sleeping in a log, as a kitten and then nearly breaking it open when turning back into a human didn't make it any better.
Oh well. Whatever. Back to the forges before I get yelled at.
Yeah, that's right I said it. They're a bunch of cowardly children who throw wars and freaking temper tantrums like six year olds when they don't get what they want. They can't handle a truthful insult. And they expect respect. Yeah? Try for respect after you mature.
I've been turned into three animals in the past... two days? I guess it's a reflection of my inner nature as an animal or whatever spiritual, religious, metaphorical crap you want to deem it as. A pig, a jackalope, and a kitten. Really? I would of gone for a Rottweiler.
Other than that: gods being whiny brats and getting turned into animals, nothing else is new. Camp is Camp. Same people. Same eating schedule. Same training. Same forging. Same mending. Weingarten wanted her sword fixed and Campell wanted her gladius fixed. All that sentimental weapon jazz.
I think I may drive myself crazy here, especially since people have started sticking their nose where it doesn't belong. Mainly the gods, Weingarten, Petroski, and Kyoto. They will get bloody noses. If they try to open any doors, they're most likely going to get slammed in the face with them. Maybe they'll learn, maybe they won't, but whatever. I'm not going anywhere, unfortunately, for both parties. They think they can crack me open and bring me out. But they're all wrong. It's never going to happen. I think I'd almost rather die first. Then again, I was technically supposed to die. Don't know why I didn't though.
Maybe the only things that keep me from going insane are the nightmares (or arguably they make me even more insane), the fight training, the forging, and the plane making. I'm starting Meg's... sixth plane. I'll make her eighth fly. I have four months and I promised her that I'd make it fly for her fourteenth birthday.... she would have been fourteen this year.
I still half wonder how I'm even standing with like, 5 hours of sleep at night. Sleeping in a log, as a kitten and then nearly breaking it open when turning back into a human didn't make it any better.
Oh well. Whatever. Back to the forges before I get yelled at.
