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Azrael
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I remember one morning from when I was back in high school. At this time I would have been around 14 years old. We had just finished form meaning that the morning settling in and register had been dealt with and the first lesson had begun. The first lesson was design and technology, this translated to wood shop. I hated shop quite a bit as I have no ability when it comes to building things. To this day I have some weird lump of metal on my key ring that’s misshapen form attests to my cack handedness with tools. As it was early the majority of the delinquent scum I shared my class with had yet to show up. I was therefore relatively relaxed although I still had to be sure not to draw to much attention from my asshole shop teacher who hated children, probably because they all took the piss out of his speech impediment. I much preferred the hard subjects. Mostly because I was good at them and the goons I learned with didn’t have access to tools with which to menace one another and myself.
I had just managed to get all the stuff I needed to build that day together in a corner when I felt a hard steel edge brought up around my throat. The blade was long and cold, it felt sharp enough to do harm. I immediately cursed myself for not paying more attention. Working in a corner and facing away from the door and the rest of the room was a rookies error. I must have been tired. In any case I concluded that the blade was being held correctly meaning that if drawn across my throat it would have opened an artery and id be in deep shit also the hold was being applied correctly and would therefore be difficult to brake. Although my hands were free I could not see any kind of attack I could use which would have prevented my assailant from executing a killing manoeuvre.
In the second or two it took to consider these realities my attacker spoke. It turned out to be an acquaintance of mine who was not normally violent. He demanded money. I did not find this even remotely surprising or shocking. Do not misunderstand me, I had been surprised and this was quite frightening but the fact it was happening at all seemed quite normal. Hoping that he would be satisfied by capitulation I slowly reached into my pocket and withdrew the few pieces of silver I happened to have that day. This amounted to around 40 pence. I figured a chocolate bar was a small price to pay for my life although I considered it far more likely at this point that he would kill me for fun. I held the money out to my side and vaguely wondered where that misanthropic sod teacher was at.
The blade was withdrawn and the guy burst into laughter “I can’t believe you thought I’d kill you” he got out between giggles. The blade turned out to be a steel ruler. He held it out for inspection. It had felt sharp but I saw now that only the corner could have cut me. As he rolled about with laughter and some nearby students joined him I did not laugh, nor did I feel particularly embarrassed I simply rearranged my tools and moved a short way so that I could see where everyone was and so that I had a clear run of the door. From my experience mobs were liable to turn nasty even when entertained. I could not be seen from a cursory glance from outside either. Roaming enemies of mine who could frequently be found wandering the halls while they were meant to be in lesson would not see me unless they checked the room more closely. I selected a long heavy implement with a sharp end that I did not actually need and added it to my collection of tools.
I continued my work in silence.
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Perhaps something a bit more mundane since you’re all so high and mighty.
So Dacarlo some time ago asked me what kind of pet I’d like to get. He’s a cat person, he figures that cats make less mess and take less work to upkeep than dogs and other than those two choices everything is weird and outlandish.
I told him I’d have a robotic dog, no mess, no fuss, just hours of having spent way to much money on a robotic dog. That said despite setting you back a pretty penny it’d probably be cheaper in the long run than a real dog. I hate living in a house with animals. Everything and I mean everything gets covered in hair. It saturates everything. Dogs smell bad as well, fact. Not to mention when the proud duty of walking the little fuckers comes around guess who gets lumbered.
It wouldn’t be so bad if the damn things didn’t have a death wish. I swear the smaller of the pair is sexually attracted to car fenders or something and the big one just wants to tear the face off of everyone and everything it meets, that or fuck it stupid. So picture me getting dragged down the road by a pair of unruly mutts simultaneously trying to attack, fuck and get killed by their surroundings. The bottom line is that I’m responsible for this nonsense if it all goes tits up so I’m not happy.
In closing kids don’t ever get a pet because far from being a source of fun and larks they will piss you off no end.
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What can I say that I can let you people hear without fear of some sort of backlash? You know I look around me and at the mirror and I see a host of people with an endless array of interesting stories. Even the seemingly stupid or socially inept could reveal to you a deep past, full of great tragadies and triumphs. Things that have made huge impacts on their spirits and their lives. Everyone has a story and most everyone has something over you.
To what do I refer? One of the phrases I have come to live by is that "everything is a science" only when you try to encompass the whole of any given thing do you realise how large and complex everything is. You think you know a lot? Maybe but that guy over there knows more than you about something. Maybe its physics or sport, it could be anything. People seem to forget that their discipline rests on the shoulders of a myriad of other people and their professions. Everything only works when we put everyone together and no one man is inexpendable however good they might claim to be. Nor can anything be seen as worthless unless it truely has no talent.
It's to easy for people to forget that they are dealing with layers of people every day. What you see of someone is never the full story and when we deal through a medium such as this that danger is magnified many times over. Rise above a crowd of people and try to guess at them. Where did they come from? Where are they going? what do they want? What do they fear? Look at the multitudes that surround you and marvel at the great and groaning infrastructure that supports them in every concievable way. Everything is constantly in motion and yet simultaneously understood and manipulated in the most logical and methodical of ways. You are a job to hundreds of people every moment of your existence.
Trying to command an eagles eye view of the world whilst seeking to understand the intricacies of all things is pretty damn hard. You *will* fail. It isn't possible to handle that amount of information yourself. But do your best and you'll see the necessities behind a great many things.
How does this relate to me? Whats my touching story? Well its long and painful even at this early stage of my life but then maybe it picks up around the middle, who knows right? I think for now you're going to have to settle for a snapshot of my point of view and there it is above. We'll see about the rest.
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