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Greetings, Ladies and Germs. Do not adjust your sets, this broadcast is in 100% Awesome-Vision, and as such slight blurring and a feeling of elation will result.
... this is not like what happened with those Japanese kids and the banned Pokemon episodes.
It's far more worrying.
I am the magnificent Fidelis, Fiddles to my friends, 'you bastard' to... well, them again really, plus the odd foe... and 'put that down, now!' to the authorities.
And this, this... is my blog.
Anticlimactic I know. It's neither my leettle friend to greet nor my Boomstick, and that legendary build up has been put to far better use in the past. Still, doesn't mean we can't have a giggle now does it?
DOES IT? No, I thought not. I can hear laughter already, albeit of the nervous variety.
And you can pack in the not-at-all-obvious sidling, I locked the doors.
... I will often wander off track like this, bear with me.
The point of starting this journal is to chart at least the beginnings of Rare Turkey, my design house.
Not terribly interesting, no, but wait, there's more! (MOAR!)
I don't just want to build a little label for myself, and ramble a bit about how spiffy it all is, and steadily get more and more detached from what's actually important as the money comes in and life gets a bit less problematic... ohhh fuck THAT noise.
I wanna RULE.
My world, as I define it, is no greater or smaller than the people and things within it I know of and care about, and on that basis, the world as I see it is full of all sorts of inequities. (Nevermind this planetary malarkey, a boy can only see so far)
Opportunities are denied, potential is wasted, the defenseless are taken advantage of, the privileged are allowed to run far out of check, friends are run to the ends of very ragged tethers and I find myself left with few options to help ease any of this... this is beyond unfair, this is disgusting.
I've decided that whoever (or whatever, if anything is for that matter) in charge is now officially out of a job. I'm taking this operation over!
This is it, Team Fidds vs The World. Not quite the Rumble in the Jungle, but its more than a Yawn on the Norfolk broads.
... what am I banging on about, eh?
It's like this...
When someone or something I care about is at risk or in a bind, I want to be able to weigh in with the kind of brunt that overturns odds and wreaks screaming blue havoc among the opposition.
This requires resources, and among the many goals I have for RT, I greatly desire substantial resources.
I wish to have money, and the power of connections, and to use this influence to the benefit of Team Fidds.
I know this isn't a very cute and fluffy way of going about things, and it certainly does lack a bit in cups of tea and reassuring pats on the shoulder... but my clan has its fair share of Jolly Nice people already, and they're more than qualified to take up the slack. If you take a good look, you'll find most groups of people have their own pet tyrants helping them out, and growling nice and loudly at idiots giving them grief.
I *think* perhaps... that's a niche I'm more suited for.
Immoral support is a wonderful thing, and to simply be there is vital, perhaps more important than anything else I could possibly do... but I'll be damned if I'm just going to make tea and hold a hand if there's something I can actually do to make a tangible difference, both encompassing and extending beyond bringing some warmth, comfort and cake.
I am most certainly not on the side of the angels, that much is painfully obvious, but I AM on the side of my own.
I'm not perfect of course. There are things I am not terribly good at.
I fail badly at keeping a straight face, for instance. I have a deep and abiding hatred for five pence pieces, which I'm told is a failure of sanity on some level... I seem incapable of cycling in a park without zooming directly into the nearest tree like a guided missile, I suck badly at mental arithmetic.
But on the other hand, I wasn't called Fidelis because I'm a flake, I don't have the friends I do because I'm weak... I think I can do this. Moreover, I think this is worth doing, possibly more so than anything else I've put my mind to.
So, there we have it. That's why I'm doing this, setting aside crafting designs and other such things for the love of it, I want to be able to protect and support things which matter to me.
It's not too shabby as goals go, hey?
... this is not like what happened with those Japanese kids and the banned Pokemon episodes.
It's far more worrying.
I am the magnificent Fidelis, Fiddles to my friends, 'you bastard' to... well, them again really, plus the odd foe... and 'put that down, now!' to the authorities.
And this, this... is my blog.
Anticlimactic I know. It's neither my leettle friend to greet nor my Boomstick, and that legendary build up has been put to far better use in the past. Still, doesn't mean we can't have a giggle now does it?
DOES IT? No, I thought not. I can hear laughter already, albeit of the nervous variety.
And you can pack in the not-at-all-obvious sidling, I locked the doors.
... I will often wander off track like this, bear with me.
The point of starting this journal is to chart at least the beginnings of Rare Turkey, my design house.
Not terribly interesting, no, but wait, there's more! (MOAR!)
I don't just want to build a little label for myself, and ramble a bit about how spiffy it all is, and steadily get more and more detached from what's actually important as the money comes in and life gets a bit less problematic... ohhh fuck THAT noise.
I wanna RULE.
My world, as I define it, is no greater or smaller than the people and things within it I know of and care about, and on that basis, the world as I see it is full of all sorts of inequities. (Nevermind this planetary malarkey, a boy can only see so far)
Opportunities are denied, potential is wasted, the defenseless are taken advantage of, the privileged are allowed to run far out of check, friends are run to the ends of very ragged tethers and I find myself left with few options to help ease any of this... this is beyond unfair, this is disgusting.
I've decided that whoever (or whatever, if anything is for that matter) in charge is now officially out of a job. I'm taking this operation over!
This is it, Team Fidds vs The World. Not quite the Rumble in the Jungle, but its more than a Yawn on the Norfolk broads.
... what am I banging on about, eh?
It's like this...
When someone or something I care about is at risk or in a bind, I want to be able to weigh in with the kind of brunt that overturns odds and wreaks screaming blue havoc among the opposition.
This requires resources, and among the many goals I have for RT, I greatly desire substantial resources.
I wish to have money, and the power of connections, and to use this influence to the benefit of Team Fidds.
I know this isn't a very cute and fluffy way of going about things, and it certainly does lack a bit in cups of tea and reassuring pats on the shoulder... but my clan has its fair share of Jolly Nice people already, and they're more than qualified to take up the slack. If you take a good look, you'll find most groups of people have their own pet tyrants helping them out, and growling nice and loudly at idiots giving them grief.
I *think* perhaps... that's a niche I'm more suited for.
Immoral support is a wonderful thing, and to simply be there is vital, perhaps more important than anything else I could possibly do... but I'll be damned if I'm just going to make tea and hold a hand if there's something I can actually do to make a tangible difference, both encompassing and extending beyond bringing some warmth, comfort and cake.
I am most certainly not on the side of the angels, that much is painfully obvious, but I AM on the side of my own.
I'm not perfect of course. There are things I am not terribly good at.
I fail badly at keeping a straight face, for instance. I have a deep and abiding hatred for five pence pieces, which I'm told is a failure of sanity on some level... I seem incapable of cycling in a park without zooming directly into the nearest tree like a guided missile, I suck badly at mental arithmetic.
But on the other hand, I wasn't called Fidelis because I'm a flake, I don't have the friends I do because I'm weak... I think I can do this. Moreover, I think this is worth doing, possibly more so than anything else I've put my mind to.
So, there we have it. That's why I'm doing this, setting aside crafting designs and other such things for the love of it, I want to be able to protect and support things which matter to me.
It's not too shabby as goals go, hey?
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