Week 8, Calisthenics 1

The character I thought up during class was a Falklands veteran watching Jackass. Wrote up the scene where he was partially defined (the one I sketched up in class). It needs a lot of work, but here's my first shot at it.

Tired like a battered kite in a dust storm, mote of washed-out blue in a sea of light, my eyes fall to the sky. My sides burn, and I think there's a nest of argentine ants nearby, a stream carrying away gibblets, former parts of me.

I couldn't be arsed to give a damn about this island a year ago, had never heard its name. Couldn't be bothered to care about it yesterday, as we landed on it. I certainly don't give three shakes about it now, dying on it.

Strangely enough, I want to scratch my ass right about now. It's itching like crazy, and my left arm won't move--forget about my right, it's about ten yards too far away to be of any use.

"Save the Queen, see the world" and all that yack in my head, all I want is a beer and some quiet. Dead before twenty, and this doc won't stop talking at me, prodding at me with a frown.

Week 8, Junkyard Quote 2

"But I move my body a lot, like I'm a snake with a face deformity (...)"
- Overheard on campus from some girl, in a cheerful voice.

Week 8, Junkyard Quote 1

"So if anyone asks, the sword is there because of an ancient prophecy, not five dipshits in an airship."
- darthmarth28 on Reddit, quoting one of his players in an ongoing rp campaign.

For anyone who might want the full story as to why this was said, here it is. Things like these are what makes me come back again and again to the rpg genre.