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When I was younger, I spent more than my fair share of time on invention and experimentation. Granted, my projects were not the noblest uses for my talents - as others will no doubt agree. Modifications to a slicing hex, levitation spells, potions, a curse to -
In any event. When I first came aboard, I did attempt to turn my attention to such things to occupy myself rather succumbing to a perpetual state of ennui, but of my projects, one was destroyed by my counterpart on the other Barge, and one came to an abrupt end upon the departure of Max Guevara. Since, I have succumbed to routine. Hangover remedies and supplies for the infirmary. At the risk of making the most pretentious of statements, I can be compared to a master artist…whose talents have been wasted on painting houses.
Before I left, I was involved in a discussion with a colleague here regarding what could best be described - for the ease of comprehension by the general population - as a science experiment. Breaking from the routine and returning to it once more after six months has left me somewhat disillusioned. I’m envious of his ability to find a project of that nature and execute it, whereas…I have blood replenishing potions and cures for the common werewolf.
For once I have no serious complaints about my life save that such an enclosed society has limited my options. I don’t feel challenged.
And now I have no inmate. I find I’m forced to acknowledge that I’m bored.
If superstition holds, I will sorely regret that admission in the coming weeks. Perhaps we'll put into port in my world for once.
In any event. When I first came aboard, I did attempt to turn my attention to such things to occupy myself rather succumbing to a perpetual state of ennui, but of my projects, one was destroyed by my counterpart on the other Barge, and one came to an abrupt end upon the departure of Max Guevara. Since, I have succumbed to routine. Hangover remedies and supplies for the infirmary. At the risk of making the most pretentious of statements, I can be compared to a master artist…whose talents have been wasted on painting houses.
Before I left, I was involved in a discussion with a colleague here regarding what could best be described - for the ease of comprehension by the general population - as a science experiment. Breaking from the routine and returning to it once more after six months has left me somewhat disillusioned. I’m envious of his ability to find a project of that nature and execute it, whereas…I have blood replenishing potions and cures for the common werewolf.
For once I have no serious complaints about my life save that such an enclosed society has limited my options. I don’t feel challenged.
And now I have no inmate. I find I’m forced to acknowledge that I’m bored.
If superstition holds, I will sorely regret that admission in the coming weeks. Perhaps we'll put into port in my world for once.