a closing thought.
unbeknownst to me, my father ripped apart a costume I fabricated about two years ago and placed it outside next to the garbage can in a box. "why did he do it?" you may ask.
it was sitting in the garage of course; I wasn't going to do anything to it anyway.
after a silly confrontation where the ol' chap failed to aggress past verbal warnings, I decided to take a bit of action to rectify such ignorance.
afterall, I'd spent easily over 100 dollars in materials and countless hours in crafting the half-bodied creature.
what minor action did I take?
why... I simply slid a pair of scissors into his agp slot leaving a fried motherboard in my wake.
it was sitting in the garage of course; I wasn't going to do anything to it anyway.
after a silly confrontation where the ol' chap failed to aggress past verbal warnings, I decided to take a bit of action to rectify such ignorance.
afterall, I'd spent easily over 100 dollars in materials and countless hours in crafting the half-bodied creature.
what minor action did I take?
why... I simply slid a pair of scissors into his agp slot leaving a fried motherboard in my wake.