It's sorta became a rule that the chapter title must have nothing to do with the chapter.
I really wish Adventurer was a genuine occupation. Well it might be, but its certainly not easy to get started. Unfortunately the best chance at making it a common trade would probably been back during the middle ages or prior. But nooooo not one person thought to start up the family business of adventurer. Or if they did they didn't do too well. Starting anything new in todays society worth actual time is almost impossible. Come up with a good idea that could be revolutionary. Bam! Its taboo. Come up with a stupid two wheeled motorized device you stand on to replace walking and essentially make you look like the laziest person ever (not a wheelchair). Bam! Instant success. C'mon people! Lets check our priorities. How do you even market that thing. "Hey wanna b mor lazy den dem. buy dus!" WE COULD BE USING THIS MARKETING ON CAPES!!!!
What would an adventurer do for money. Well they could do some treasure hunting. Maybe go somewhere others are scared to go. In the end though its not about money. Its about learning and gaining experience.
Things I'd pack
Phone (and good service)
Solar-powered phone charger
Shampoo and body wash.
Fishing rod. If I started inland, then probably would be better to go with a rifle.
Pocket knife
A bottle.
Either a bike or board of sorts
Thats about it. The more you carry the slower you go.
Things I'd like to survive.
Being shot.
Struck by lightning.
Being stabbed.
A fight with a lion.
THE WAR!
An explosion.
Dying.
Poisoning from an assassin.
Being on fire.
Fighting a dragon
Most of those don't count unless I saved someone's life. The exceptions are being shot and struck by lightning.
When some one tells me to quiet down I think to myself, how loud and obnoxious was I being and for how long.
She stood up. Threw the stick away from her. She walked to the homes. Tore the straw from the roofs. Threw it on the path ways. On the crops. She stepped out side the village. Turned around. Two stones. A spark. A breath. A blaze. Screaming, yelling, swearing.
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Thoughts of a slightly narcissistic soul.
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