Me, indecisive? I don't think I am, do you?
Previously, Berin Kinsman at L'Avventura Games wrote:
Okay, I've tried it for years, but I can only keep the masquerade going
for so long. There reaches a point when I GOTTA bust loose.
Every time I go for a new job, I have to make full use of my talent for
schizopheniatrics to make myself "presentable" to an employer. This
usually means shaving the beard, back, arms and forehead in order to
appear more "human" and less intimidating, and pulling my glorious shaggy
mane back into a ponytail so as not to overly offend the conservative
types. Sometimes i go so far as to put on a tie, although every tie I own
has a picture of some cartoon character or other on it.
I've been in this day job for 7 months now, while L'Avventura ramps up,
and I CAN'T TAKE IT ANY MORE! I'm Yetisyny, Bobdamnit! I'm growing my fur
back. I'm letting my hair down. I'm wearing my Black Converse Chuck Taylor
All-Star High Tops, the most SLACKFUL footwear ever invented, in to the
OFFICE, and they can face the wrath of a WHITE RUBBER TOE in the ASS if
they don't LIKE it!
These clueless fuckers need me more than I need them. We've got two people
that fuck up on a daily basis and can't manage to get fired, so I fear
When I was younger, it used to bother me that people would cross the
street when they saw me coming. It was almost hurtful, the look of terror
that would flash in their eyes before they glanced away, pretending to not
look. I mean, I'm a nice guy, I don't bite. Often. Or very hard. Most of
the time. Unless provoked.
FUCK THEM. Fear me. Recognize in me that which you fear most, a free
being, someone who doesn't GIVE a SHIT about falsely imposed standards.
Know that I strive to live a life that you don't have the balls to live.
Puppies, kittens, and small children still flock to me and follow me,
because they know me. I am their beloved Uncle Bear. They bring me
gifts of candy and fudg'icles and frsh fruit-- yes, even the kids! They
have more courage than the foolish adults who assume me to be a monster.
And I am their protector, for in dreams I slay the boogiemen, or at least
take them out drinking and get them too bagged to be harmful.
So run away. Fail my test. Grant me power over you by avoiding that which
you don't understand. Elevate me to the level of superstition within your
pantheon of personal phobias. Let me be as a god of waking nightmares, far
more horrifying in your own imagination than I could ever be in real life.
Puny humans. I have no need to destroy you. Your feckless lack of
understanding will see to your downfall.
-Rev. B.E.M. Kinsman,
"your beloved Uncle Bear"
Berin Kinsman firstname.lastname@example.org
Publisher, L'Avventura Games