Well... But the fencing club has been dying, thus I've not been improving, there's no one to play except my neighbor who's way younger and lower than me. *sigh*
I'm an Irish dancer now, I thought about going back to ballet for a while, but the schools here are too awful to cope with.
And barefoot-dancer or barefoot-irishdancer don't sound that great.
So I'm staying barefoot fencer... I still love larping, though, Daniel, next time you come over we'll have to do it. I'll still beat you (I hope, you're way taller than me now, though)... I mean, I beat Nathan (so it was a tie, we killed each other at the exact same time, but it was in every person for his/herself...).
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now a claymore <chuckle> thats a different story. big, heavy, sharp (doesn't have to sharp thou...
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bad luck about fencing hope it gets more popular in the future...
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Men think they are capable of controlling their own destiny, but are they really in control?
Nah!
A rapier isn't a fencing sword.
Larps are what I like better, anyway, our big boffer swords, PVC pipe with foam wrappped in duct tape. Just ask Daniel, those are fun.
Claymores are cool. But I like dirks better if we're getting into weaponry. Dirks for close combat, arrows for a ways away, and trebuchets instead of cannons or catapults.
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Sow a thought, reap an action;
Sow an action, reap a habit.
Sow a habit, reap a character.
Sow a character, reap a destiny.
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Men think they are capable of controlling their own destiny, but are they really in control?
Nah!
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