Something, something, I talk about "Warriors" again.

One “archetype” that constantly fascinates and enthralls me is the warrior. Anyone who has read the blog has seen me beat this word to fucking death (Here, Here, and to a lesser extent Here. Problem is, it never ceases to capture my attention. Even now I'm in the midst of playing Far Cry 3 (which is fucking stellar by the way) and I can't help but wish to learn the skills that are presented in this game. Which sounds corny to all hell, but hear me out. All the things that I want are simple real world skills that are just portrayed hilariously easy and simplified in the game world.

Number 1: Archery (and to a much lesser extent firearms). My favorite weapon in that game is the recurve bow. I've been wanting to try my hand at shooting a bow for a while (I plan to do go shooting at a local range in August). For a long time I've been interested in post-apocalyptic and dystopian futures. One thing that has become inundated reading about these scenarios is the necessity to be self-reliant. Self-defense, hunting, gathering, food-preparations, shelter, etc. All valuable skills, and the best part is they can be honed recreationally.

Number 2: Hunting/Skinning. My dad is a hunter. Shoots 'em, skins 'em, and then eats 'em. Having the ability and more importantly the experience of sourcing your own food in the wilderness, if the shit ever hit the fan is immeasurable. Of course, you don't even have to be in post-apocalyptia to see the benefits of hunting. Having a freezer full of lean meat that you shot yourself sure sounds like a reward in itself.

Number 3: Self-Defense. Ever since I was in Kindergarten and learned that it existed I've wanted to take Martial Art classes. The art of ass kicking. I've held the firm belief if I ever threw a real punch I'd shatter my hand on somebody's jaw in my misguided attempt to inflict harm. Two classes I would love to attend would be American Kickboxing and Fencing. Kick your face in with my fist (the fist kick is only bestowed upon those shown worthy by the United Council on Ass-Kickery, I've heard being an Eagle Scout helps) and if necessary filet you from head to toe with a pointy piece of metal. Pursuing fencing would of course send all the geek oriented brain cells in my brain to fire simultaneously and I would then fall victim to childhood-dream-realized induced euphoria.

If you drew the conclusion that at some time I decided I wanted to live in a Castle. You would be right. In case you were wondering. Yes, it would have multiple slides, bookcase doors, and secret passageways. Do you think I'm an idiot?

There is also an aspect of peak physical form that is implied in the character. That I also believe is very important for a great host of reason which I will go into at a later date.

-BB Out

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