A Hunter's Log

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Damycles
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A Hunter's Log

Post by Damycles » Thu Oct 31, 2019 7:15 pm

Bugs, Tigers, Snake People, and many more reasons to love the jungle:
I will admit a part of me does wonder how I keep managing to throw myself into these situations on such a regular basis. I mean here I am, sitting in the middle of the god damn jungle writing my feelings down to pass the time because my last bit of alcohol ran out somewhere around six to seven hours ago... Gods I'll have to get more when I get back. Still, in all fairness, this entire situation isn't entirely terrible. I think I did say maybe once in my life that I would love to take a vacation in the tropics. Pretty sure this wasn't what I meant but beggars can't be choosers.

Still, to think you'd have to go all the way to Crow's nest just to get a bit of wolfsbane so you don't accidentally transform and maul your boss's arms again. Gods, I feel sorry for anybody else who got infected and can't afford the boat fare. Or has trouble well, hanging onto life when faced with jaguars, tigers, and snake people. And even when they get here they're going to have to wait at most a full day's worth of time just for the damn Wolfsbane to grow just so they can use it on themselves and hope to whatever god they pray to that the lycanthropy goes away. Well, that is, unless of course some bastard... quite like myself, just waltzes in and takes the wolfsbane before them. I really do hope no one else is showing up here for that. If you are, I'm sorry future lycanthropy victim, you have to take it fresh and I can't take any chances with that kind of mistake again.

Since I'm around, however, I might as well take some stock on the local fauna and flora of this place. Maybe make this into a little vacationer's guide... So far nothing too serious. You head through the gates, next thing you know an angry guy that might be part lizard starts bashing at you like you just murdered his first cousin. I mean I did murder a cobra on the way in here so... that might be true but still. Regardless he isn't that bad to deal with. Honestly if anything, it's the damn mosquitos and tigers that are more of a cause to worry. Well, that is, if you can't talk to the tigers. Admittedly Tigers are a surprisingly stubborn bunch. I mean they're apex predators so they have every right to be but once you put the good ol' charm on them they're actually very civil, and very efficient at murdering cultists. If you have the time, you might want to try just laying down on the ground and having your little tiger friends act as a sort of impromptu set of pillows. Despite the claws, tigers are exceptionally soft when they're not looking to eat you.

Which is a good thing... If it weren't for them I probably would have died maybe five, six times over at this point. Gods, I feel like such an idiot. Lycanthropy's a serious thing but that isn't an excuse to go into enemy territory with nothing but a few healer's kits and some potions I just happened to have on me at the time. At first, it was fine but, after you kill the fifth, or maybe it was sixth, batch of cultists the little cuts, scrapes, and bruises start to add on. The Tigers and Jaguars help, but it honestly tears me up just how much I'm not able to tend to their wounds. My hands hurt, my legs hurt, my shoulders hurt, basically, my entire body is wracked with pain and my only anesthetic is this damn writing exercise... I guess my brothers were right. Complaining really does ease the pain of existence. Well, it should only be a little longer. I have to redress the bandages, can't afford to do that for much longer so it has to be only a little longer... Fresh wolfsbane, for the love of god just give me some fresh wolfsbane already.

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Re: A Hunter's Log

Post by Damycles » Fri Nov 01, 2019 11:16 pm

Rule 25; A Professional only takes breaks when the job affords it:
Breaks... honestly being ordered to take a break. It's been a while since I've gotten such a strange order like that. You'd think an employer would be more excited when their employee is willingly refusing to take time off but, well I guess there's the whole friend thing to consider. My father used to have a saying about breaks. It was one of those One Hundred Rules to Being a Real Professional that he'd always throw around in our faces. Names aside though, most of it was pretty good advice, as much as I'd hate to admit it. Still, I never really understood rule 25, the one about breaks. I mean, he said only when the job affords it, but I remember seeing the man take plenty of breaks while on the job. It kinda frustrated me. I figured he meant only when the job is done but, maybe I missed something. God, what the hell was it that he used to tell me when I started complaining? It feels like such a long time ago.

Regardless, apparently I'm overdoing it again. And here I am, just, sitting in the damn Bramble Woods staring up at the night sky because for some reason this is my idea of a break. I should be sleeping, not writing. But I guess sleep is still something that's going to allude me for a little while longer. Maybe I'm just afraid of what I'm going to see when I wake up? Who knows at this point because I sure as hell don't.

It's nice though. Once you clear out the hobgoblins and find a nice tree branch to hang around in natural sounds begin to take over and you're just smothered by the rustling of leaves and the sounds of crickets and critters. It's almost like you don't even exist. Like you're part of the scenery. To be allowed to not exist for a little while. That's a luxury if I've ever heard of one. It's a luxury you can only find when you surround yourself in things that are decidedly not yourself. I guess it's like killing your own ego for a little while.

I'm tired. This is all just to distract myself from the fact that I'm tired, isn't it? Why else would I be up on a damn branch? I mean it's supposed to be uncomfortable but, I guess I'm underestimating myself because this feels fine. Honestly, I could just lay down here all night. Right here, with the squirrels watching those damn boars, badgers, and dears just running around after each other. God, I want to just run off to check on a few more things again but.. I mean I want to but...

The page ends with a sloppy line of ink trailing off the edge mid sentence

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Re: A Hunter's Log

Post by Damycles » Sat Nov 09, 2019 7:28 am

Of Life and Liqour:
Occasionally I go into a bar, sit down, get my six mugs, drink out of maybe three of them, set the other three aside for a minute, then wonder to myself "why does man drink?" or "what is the point to man drinking?" Then after around five seconds, I stop thinking about that and down the remaining three mugs I set aside without giving it a second thought. Still, here I am, sitting in a bar, now down all six mugs and still pondering those very same, very useless, questions with my logbook open again. Either old habits die hard or alcohol just makes me question the very concept of alcohol.

Still, it would be remiss of me to not say that personally I feel that alcohol is an inseparable part of the professional hunting and or scouting experience. It's a stressful job after all and with stress comes the need to alleviate it somehow. We all can't be saints just piously dealing with the pain of existence without even the slightest hint of vice. Honestly, I can imagine farmers or laborers having a rather similar mindset as a result. Yet at the same time, I can still understand the other side of the argument. The side that says alcohol is nothing but the portent of disaster, a harbinger of bad decisions, and the elixir of an early grave.

You can separate people into two categories. High functioning and low functioning alcoholics. You could also add in a third category, the non-alcoholics but for the sake of this personal discussion, I am just going to treat them as if they don't actually exist. And honestly, they probably don't. High functioning alcoholics well, they're what you tend to usually see when you're frequenting a decent bar at any time of the day. They like their booze, and either they take a lot of it and don't act like it, or they're good at limiting themselves just enough so they don't go completely out of control. To them, alcohol is in a very real way an extension of their lifestyle. Its a means to allow themselves to experience the world in ways that might otherwise be locked away from them were they to not have a single touch of liquid courage. The low functioning alcoholics, on the other hand, are entirely counter to this way of alcoholism. They're the types that can't hold their drink for the life of them and they're either not self-aware enough to realize that or they are and they choose to go past their limits anyways. To these folks, alcohol is less of an extension and more of a substitution. A means of temporarily replacing the daily experience of their lives so that they can perhaps find some solace in the change of scenery, regardless of how destructive or constructive that change may be.

Now, both ways of enjoying alcohol both have their own merits. While I personally don't partake in a low functioning lifestyle I do admit there are aspects of it that sometimes tempt me to dip my hand into it depending on the situation. The main thesis of this all to me, however, is that alcohol, in its most basic sense, which in a way is discrediting to the nuances of alcohol, is a tool. It is a tool that is used to alter one's perspective and lifestyle. It can be used for good, and it can be used for harm. The alcohol itself is not evil but the person using it has the potential to be. But that evil can also manifest in a person's ignorance of alcohol as well when consuming it.

I mean, I just like to drink. Drinking is nice. Gods why am I writing this? I need six more mugs to stop myself.

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