Did you just call me an amazon bitch, Mario?
Okay,
I did not write this. The following post was FWD'd to me from an email in (Seattle, I'm guessing?) but it was so awesome and hysterically funny. I could not help but share with my peeps. Thanks to Mario for the writing, AND the awesome.
xo,
~Rach/Fox
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The people have made themselves known for using violence as a
solution should expect violence to be used on them. Those who have
escalated rhetoric to the level of causing another party to want to
kill them needs to accept that either they accept the violence or
avoid calling out people in such a manner that may drive them to
irrational violent solutions.
Interesting point. I am curious about one thing - those who use violence should expect violence, but those who use rhetoric should expect...violence? Why doesn't it follow that rhetoric should be responded to with rhetoric, and roleplay with roleplay?
I grew up in some pretty shitty areas. I was physically tiny and surrounded by a bunch of people who were prejudiced against me.
I made it because after the first ass kicking I realized that talking crap about more powerful groups got your ass kicked. It was kind of a cycle.
I developed this thing with in me that i call an internal monologue. I learned that thinking someone was an idiot didn't mean i had to say it.
Then I started to study the urban tough guy in his native environment. I learned that when they showed weakness, say by allowing a tiny little kid talk shit about them, they lost reputation and got into more fights. Fights against equally tough guys, or more. Their rep was tarnished and if allowed to happen too often they got into fights where they go their ass kicked. Then they had to fight a lot of tough guys to get their rep back. All because some tiny little kid was allowed to talk shit and people laughed at him (and yes even her. I did in fact get my ass kicked by rachael velazques in the 3rd grade. In my defense she was enormous and mean. Years later she got to the point in bible study or etiquette classes where it said girls don't beat the snot out boys and Peace was restored.)
Then when i got older I learned a new lesson. TRULY tough guys didn't say anything when people talked shit about them. They only did something when someone threatened them directly. They didn't bitch when they didn't get their way. They made a decision if something was worth fighting for and then stuff happened.
I think we have rhetoric guys get their ass kicked in game, because they haven't gone through the phases.
people design PC's that are supposedly already the tough guy, without earning any juice among the truly tough or the up and comers. They then feel free to talk shit to everyone. Then Raechel kicks their ass and they have to fight over and over again. Real monsters like John Downey who was shaving in the 4th grade, and people with names like lefty and righty, and the Dulac family. All of them were over 6' tall except Billy who was 6' wide. 5th grade sucked ass but by 7th grade i had recovered and was back on track to being left alone.
i wasn't anywhere near the toughest guy in school. Nor even the toughest guy I hung out with. I was however willing to jump on anyone regardless of size and give as good as I got if tehy jumped. So not so tough guys would say. Do I want the pent up hostility that Rachael's first victim has built up over the last 6 years or am I going after the new kid in school or the chess team? The answer was pretty simple and consistent.
SO in short I am grateful to the kids around the block and their cousins for the early beatings. And to Raechel for the first real beating i ever got where I just ignored the potential for ramifications. See I didn't have a choice. there was no ST. I couldn't really call my brother to beat the shit out of a girl. SO I had to live with the rep of having been schooled by a little girl. (WHO i need to really mention was monstrously larger than me and though she turned out to be a sweetie was damn scary to a little ) See I figure that beating saved me quite a few more. Although i had to fight a lot to make up for that beating it was against people my own age and closer. SO that when I was dealing with people a lot older I remembered that this Raechel had a gun and could/would kill me. SO I learned to be nice to those people and if I had a real issue to come at them with a running start so that Raechel couldn't get to her gun. Oddly enough I learned to plan my attacks. I also learned that some dude acting tough across the bar meant absolutely nothing to me. If they didn't come act tough "at me" I didn't need to care. I needed to factor it in. And if they were drunk I needed to avoid them. I didn't make eye contact unless i had to. Which was easy cos i was imagining that they were Raechel (who towered over me and as I was raised catholic i couldn't stare at her boobs without imagining myself getting hit by my mom for being a philistine. No I Didn't stare at my moms boobs but she caught me staring at a girls boobs when i was real young and she hit me for it. Like hard. SO I learned not to stare at girls boobs unless I wanted to get hit, or she was OK with it, or i thought i could get away with it. Which would have been impossible what with Raechel staring at me so she could figure out where to place the hammer she called a hand to redirect the maximum amount of through my skin to my delicate insides) who would now shoot me cos it had been years since she'd hurt me and i knew that secretly she'd been saving up the beatings in a little box under her bed labeled little Cuban boys must die.
So you see this is why I quickly learned that the words were great when someone would listen. Which never happened if i was talking shit to the person, or about the person and they heard about it. Oddly enough I saw a lot of shit talking and ti always seemed that the guys who got the worst beatings were the ones who were always right. they were Soooo right that they felt free to talk shit about racahels', and john Downey's and the Dulacs, and other tough guys in front of other people. SO reality happened at them and They discovered as i discovered that ramifications can catch up with you.
If you want to act like child you'll get treated like a child. The truly tough don't always school you on the spot. They sometimes send their weaker friends to prove themselves. hell there is even a phenomenon called loyalty where someone will come after you cos you were talking shit, sorry using rhetoric, about their friend. Sometimes you even get a prospect who will jump you cos you seemed to maybe be talking shit, or they think they can score points with Raechel just for kicking your ass cos you seemed to maybe talk shit, wait use rhetoric about her.
In short, sometimes your lengthy speech meets with a cold stare from Rachel. Then she walks away. At which juncture you should bow and scrape, run, plan to hit her form behind (although I suspect that she will see it coming cos well she was epic) or find all of your toughest friends and get one of them to cut a deal.
Cos sometimes the only rhetoric a tough has is "is that your final word?" or "Did you just call me an amazon bitch mario?"
And I would feel really weird if world fo Darkness actually was nicer than the world I grew up in.
I did not write this. The following post was FWD'd to me from an email in (Seattle, I'm guessing?) but it was so awesome and hysterically funny. I could not help but share with my peeps. Thanks to Mario for the writing, AND the awesome.
xo,
~Rach/Fox
>
The people have made themselves known for using violence as a
solution should expect violence to be used on them. Those who have
escalated rhetoric to the level of causing another party to want to
kill them needs to accept that either they accept the violence or
avoid calling out people in such a manner that may drive them to
irrational violent solutions.
Interesting point. I am curious about one thing - those who use violence should expect violence, but those who use rhetoric should expect...violence? Why doesn't it follow that rhetoric should be responded to with rhetoric, and roleplay with roleplay?
I grew up in some pretty shitty areas. I was physically tiny and surrounded by a bunch of people who were prejudiced against me.
I made it because after the first ass kicking I realized that talking crap about more powerful groups got your ass kicked. It was kind of a cycle.
I developed this thing with in me that i call an internal monologue. I learned that thinking someone was an idiot didn't mean i had to say it.
Then I started to study the urban tough guy in his native environment. I learned that when they showed weakness, say by allowing a tiny little kid talk shit about them, they lost reputation and got into more fights. Fights against equally tough guys, or more. Their rep was tarnished and if allowed to happen too often they got into fights where they go their ass kicked. Then they had to fight a lot of tough guys to get their rep back. All because some tiny little kid was allowed to talk shit and people laughed at him (and yes even her. I did in fact get my ass kicked by rachael velazques in the 3rd grade. In my defense she was enormous and mean. Years later she got to the point in bible study or etiquette classes where it said girls don't beat the snot out boys and Peace was restored.)
Then when i got older I learned a new lesson. TRULY tough guys didn't say anything when people talked shit about them. They only did something when someone threatened them directly. They didn't bitch when they didn't get their way. They made a decision if something was worth fighting for and then stuff happened.
I think we have rhetoric guys get their ass kicked in game, because they haven't gone through the phases.
people design PC's that are supposedly already the tough guy, without earning any juice among the truly tough or the up and comers. They then feel free to talk shit to everyone. Then Raechel kicks their ass and they have to fight over and over again. Real monsters like John Downey who was shaving in the 4th grade, and people with names like lefty and righty, and the Dulac family. All of them were over 6' tall except Billy who was 6' wide. 5th grade sucked ass but by 7th grade i had recovered and was back on track to being left alone.
i wasn't anywhere near the toughest guy in school. Nor even the toughest guy I hung out with. I was however willing to jump on anyone regardless of size and give as good as I got if tehy jumped. So not so tough guys would say. Do I want the pent up hostility that Rachael's first victim has built up over the last 6 years or am I going after the new kid in school or the chess team? The answer was pretty simple and consistent.
SO in short I am grateful to the kids around the block and their cousins for the early beatings. And to Raechel for the first real beating i ever got where I just ignored the potential for ramifications. See I didn't have a choice. there was no ST. I couldn't really call my brother to beat the shit out of a girl. SO I had to live with the rep of having been schooled by a little girl. (WHO i need to really mention was monstrously larger than me and though she turned out to be a sweetie was damn scary to a little ) See I figure that beating saved me quite a few more. Although i had to fight a lot to make up for that beating it was against people my own age and closer. SO that when I was dealing with people a lot older I remembered that this Raechel had a gun and could/would kill me. SO I learned to be nice to those people and if I had a real issue to come at them with a running start so that Raechel couldn't get to her gun. Oddly enough I learned to plan my attacks. I also learned that some dude acting tough across the bar meant absolutely nothing to me. If they didn't come act tough "at me" I didn't need to care. I needed to factor it in. And if they were drunk I needed to avoid them. I didn't make eye contact unless i had to. Which was easy cos i was imagining that they were Raechel (who towered over me and as I was raised catholic i couldn't stare at her boobs without imagining myself getting hit by my mom for being a philistine. No I Didn't stare at my moms boobs but she caught me staring at a girls boobs when i was real young and she hit me for it. Like hard. SO I learned not to stare at girls boobs unless I wanted to get hit, or she was OK with it, or i thought i could get away with it. Which would have been impossible what with Raechel staring at me so she could figure out where to place the hammer she called a hand to redirect the maximum amount of through my skin to my delicate insides) who would now shoot me cos it had been years since she'd hurt me and i knew that secretly she'd been saving up the beatings in a little box under her bed labeled little Cuban boys must die.
So you see this is why I quickly learned that the words were great when someone would listen. Which never happened if i was talking shit to the person, or about the person and they heard about it. Oddly enough I saw a lot of shit talking and ti always seemed that the guys who got the worst beatings were the ones who were always right. they were Soooo right that they felt free to talk shit about racahels', and john Downey's and the Dulacs, and other tough guys in front of other people. SO reality happened at them and They discovered as i discovered that ramifications can catch up with you.
If you want to act like child you'll get treated like a child. The truly tough don't always school you on the spot. They sometimes send their weaker friends to prove themselves. hell there is even a phenomenon called loyalty where someone will come after you cos you were talking shit, sorry using rhetoric, about their friend. Sometimes you even get a prospect who will jump you cos you seemed to maybe be talking shit, or they think they can score points with Raechel just for kicking your ass cos you seemed to maybe talk shit, wait use rhetoric about her.
In short, sometimes your lengthy speech meets with a cold stare from Rachel. Then she walks away. At which juncture you should bow and scrape, run, plan to hit her form behind (although I suspect that she will see it coming cos well she was epic) or find all of your toughest friends and get one of them to cut a deal.
Cos sometimes the only rhetoric a tough has is "is that your final word?" or "Did you just call me an amazon bitch mario?"
And I would feel really weird if world fo Darkness actually was nicer than the world I grew up in.