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As his gramps used to say, his head was more than just a hat rack.
Focus: Counterintelligence
he would make a decision based on what he hoped to be true, rather than by what he feared to be true.
like his Uncle Ko always said, you were only paranoid if they weren’t out to get ya.
novice, initiate, apprentice, journeyman, adept and master
“You kinda lost me, man.” Randolphus frowned slightly, “I will… endeavor to find you, my lord.
It would be best if you thought of the Dungeon as akin to a living fire. It may keep you warm, but all it wants is to burn.”
“Indecision causes confusion, confusion causes accidents, and accidents cause death.” Mama’s advice still rang in his ears at pivotal moments.
Long ago he had been told that while the badge of a police officer was the symbol of his authority, his gun was the power behind that authority.
He understood, in that moment, the purity of good. It was a celebration of life, but also an acceptance of its imperfections. It was seeing how those “impurities” were actually as vital and necessary as the protrusions on puzzle pieces.
Turns out, a cordwainer made shoes.
The requirements hadn’t seemed so tough at first, but now he knew the requirements were like saying “Brush your teeth. Wash your face. Design, fabricate and launch an intercontinental ballistic missile. Make a bowl of cereal.”
‘You were only paranoid if they weren’t out to getcha, and they’re definitely out to getcha.’
“Honestly, I found the entire topic to be exhausting and pedantic
For what else could hunt a predator, but a monster?
