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Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Only You Can Prevent Pixel Fires!

Only You Can Prevent Pixel Fires...
Random thoughts by Alehna

As my eyes open for the first time this morning, I roll over in my furs to the distinct smell of ash and smoke. I lay there a moment thinking..Damn how is it they burned breakfast again! That is until I realize that some asshat has come to set fire to the forest for his or her amusement. I jump out of bed with a slow sluggishness that ensues once one of these prim and particle fires is set and do my best rubber band to the source of it. While dousing the flames with barrels and botas of water, I think to myself if I ever catch the rotten bastard that did this, btb Gor will surely be the proper punishment. Be it from me to dictate proper Gorean rp but you would think that even Earthlings would know better.

"Perhaps most to be dreaded is the spread of fire to the forest itself. This is something which, perhaps surprisingly to the mind of Earth, fills Goreans with great horror. It is not simply that there is great danger to the slaver themselves, in the shiftings and blazings of such a conflagration, but rather that the forest, the sheltering and beautiful forest, is felt as being injured. Goreans care for their world. They love the sky, the plains, the sea, the rain in the summer, the snow in the winter. They will sometimes stand and watch clouds. The movement of grass in the wind is very beautiful to them. More than one Gorean poet had sung of the leaf of a Tur tree. I have known warriors who cared for the beauty of small flowers. I personally would not care to be the man responsible for the destruction of a Gorean forest. It is not unknown for them to be hunted down and burned alive, their ashes scattered in expiation by mourning Goreans among the charred wood and blackened stumps." [Hunters of Gor].

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