04-16-2022, 05:37 AM
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"A terrible thing’s happened" muttered Ignatius to himself. Here he was, 30 years of age, just kicked out by his mom of the house he'd lived in all his life. She'd tasked him to find a job and start living on his own. This put him in much distress, as he didn't even have the time to grab some chips and the cheese dip he made the night before. Here he was. Homeless. Jobless. Doritosless. How could someone who raised him be so cruel as to kick him out after trying to get him to find a job for only 3 years, he screamed.
The reader of these first few lines has probably painted to himself a quite sad picture of the character already, but Ignatius didn't see it that way. Had you asked him, he would have probably referred to himself as a Don Quixote of the modern times. An enlightened surrounded by idiots. A soul strapped to the wheels of Fortuna.
Do not be mistaken, for Ignatius had worked in his life. He was once hired as a clerk in a pants factory. Job he quickly resigned from, realizing he lacked the particular perversion which today's employer is seeking. No office job would ever work. They fear me, he thought to himself, I suspect they can see that I am forced to function in a century I loath.
Still ruminating about his future, and his lack of both money and roof, Ignatius passed by his old college. Had you thought so far that Ignatius was an education-less bum, you couldn't be more wrong. He had gone to school a long time. Too long, actually. That was probably what was wrong with him.
All of a sudden, a ball flying through the air hit him, knocking him out on the spot. As he came to himself, so did an idea. He would play football.
A coach had once tried to get him into football, his imposing stature making him look like the perfect LB his defense was missing. His strength was nothing to make fun of, having wielded a heavy 2 handed sword for years as a way to feel closer to the knights of Medieval Time. To the coach's - as well as Ignatius's -surprise, his speed was event better. Unbeknownst to him, running away from reality for so long made him actually quite fast. Much to the coach's sadness, Ignatius didn't play for more than a season. He only mingled with his peers or no one, and has he had no peers, he wouldn't mingle with anyone, was the last thing Ignatius told him before quitting.
Had that ball not knocked him out, Ignatius would have never thought of playing football again. "So we see that even when Fortuna spins us downward, the wheel sometimes halts for a moment and we find ourselves in a good, small cycle within the larger bad cycle" He wrote in his journal, before walking with firm steps to the nearest DSFL stadium.
The reader of these first few lines has probably painted to himself a quite sad picture of the character already, but Ignatius didn't see it that way. Had you asked him, he would have probably referred to himself as a Don Quixote of the modern times. An enlightened surrounded by idiots. A soul strapped to the wheels of Fortuna.
Do not be mistaken, for Ignatius had worked in his life. He was once hired as a clerk in a pants factory. Job he quickly resigned from, realizing he lacked the particular perversion which today's employer is seeking. No office job would ever work. They fear me, he thought to himself, I suspect they can see that I am forced to function in a century I loath.
Still ruminating about his future, and his lack of both money and roof, Ignatius passed by his old college. Had you thought so far that Ignatius was an education-less bum, you couldn't be more wrong. He had gone to school a long time. Too long, actually. That was probably what was wrong with him.
All of a sudden, a ball flying through the air hit him, knocking him out on the spot. As he came to himself, so did an idea. He would play football.
A coach had once tried to get him into football, his imposing stature making him look like the perfect LB his defense was missing. His strength was nothing to make fun of, having wielded a heavy 2 handed sword for years as a way to feel closer to the knights of Medieval Time. To the coach's - as well as Ignatius's -surprise, his speed was event better. Unbeknownst to him, running away from reality for so long made him actually quite fast. Much to the coach's sadness, Ignatius didn't play for more than a season. He only mingled with his peers or no one, and has he had no peers, he wouldn't mingle with anyone, was the last thing Ignatius told him before quitting.
Had that ball not knocked him out, Ignatius would have never thought of playing football again. "So we see that even when Fortuna spins us downward, the wheel sometimes halts for a moment and we find ourselves in a good, small cycle within the larger bad cycle" He wrote in his journal, before walking with firm steps to the nearest DSFL stadium.