Frozen Over
10-27-2018, 06:33 AM
You recall that it was Hobbes who had the theory that Man's default nature is to be Beastly, Brutish, Unrelentingly cruel in the name of survival. And part of you has begun to believe him. You've lived a life of Daring, you'd say. People will go through so much... just for so little. Ready to tear each other down just for the chance to be the first to get the goods.
In your line of work, you often wonder, why? Its not your place to calm those quarrels, you simply are to give the victor their spoils. Does that make you a bad person? Does that make you an Enabler? The Harbinger of such ruthless wars and destruction? If it is in your nature to do what you must do, should you be at fault for the consequences of something you cannot control? Or are you doomed to futility in struggling against what you always knew what you were meant to be?
Why, you sometimes ask yourself? Why do people fight? Why do people brutalize? The answer is always with you, in the back of your mind.
Ice Cream.
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You are the Sole Owner of an Ice Cream Truck in the small city of Blightburg. You always knew you were born to be an Ice Cream Salesman, you had a knack for any kind of Frosty Treat under the sun, and your truck shows it too!
It can get pretty hairy out there! At the sound of your trucks chime, tons of children will come running forward, fighting and pushing to the front with their parents money- not always gained with permission- to try and get your Ice Cream. And why wouldn't they? After all, your truck boasts Any Flavor of Ice Cream Imaginable. Sometimes its a hard promise to keep, as people like to test you. Most often it'll be the usual suspects, like Chocolate, or Strawberry, but sometimes people ask for absurd flavors like "Cheese and Radish" or "Toothpaste and Orange Juice."
You deliver the exact order every time. You've become quite a legend in the community! People often ask to see inside your truck to see how its done, but you could never let them. You value your personal space after all! You sleep here as well- and a man's home is his castle! Someone said that, but you couldn't care who.
Your just starting out your shift for the day, and you can already tell its going to be a great shift! Your ready to bid yourself good wishes, but all good wishes are mil of they don't have a name attached to them.
What is your name, anyways?
In your line of work, you often wonder, why? Its not your place to calm those quarrels, you simply are to give the victor their spoils. Does that make you a bad person? Does that make you an Enabler? The Harbinger of such ruthless wars and destruction? If it is in your nature to do what you must do, should you be at fault for the consequences of something you cannot control? Or are you doomed to futility in struggling against what you always knew what you were meant to be?
Why, you sometimes ask yourself? Why do people fight? Why do people brutalize? The answer is always with you, in the back of your mind.
Ice Cream.
You are the Sole Owner of an Ice Cream Truck in the small city of Blightburg. You always knew you were born to be an Ice Cream Salesman, you had a knack for any kind of Frosty Treat under the sun, and your truck shows it too!
It can get pretty hairy out there! At the sound of your trucks chime, tons of children will come running forward, fighting and pushing to the front with their parents money- not always gained with permission- to try and get your Ice Cream. And why wouldn't they? After all, your truck boasts Any Flavor of Ice Cream Imaginable. Sometimes its a hard promise to keep, as people like to test you. Most often it'll be the usual suspects, like Chocolate, or Strawberry, but sometimes people ask for absurd flavors like "Cheese and Radish" or "Toothpaste and Orange Juice."
You deliver the exact order every time. You've become quite a legend in the community! People often ask to see inside your truck to see how its done, but you could never let them. You value your personal space after all! You sleep here as well- and a man's home is his castle! Someone said that, but you couldn't care who.
Your just starting out your shift for the day, and you can already tell its going to be a great shift! Your ready to bid yourself good wishes, but all good wishes are mil of they don't have a name attached to them.
What is your name, anyways?