Hmm?

What I meant: Tell me what’s rude about this so I can avoid saying other rude things.

on trial, the knights templar were accused of worshiping a severed head. by some accounts, the head of medusa.

imagine, holy knights who secretly kneel before the martyred gorgon. their initiation rites require they meet her lifeless gaze and withstand its petrifying curse.

those who fail join the statues standing sentry atop their cathedral.

but those who prevail are fortified by patches of calcified flesh, can extend this protection to others, and restrain enemies where they stand, hardening their skin at a glance.

the terrible truth is, even those who survive these rites are slowly being turned to stone–though they cease to age–relying on magic salves and ointments to hold petrification at bay.

My home made initiative tracker.

Made from a stand from an old Who’s it? game, and bits of cardboard laminated with clear tape.

I looked ahead, and there was a man, deep sunken cheeks and laugh lines, they juxstaposed eachother harshly, but he had an air of kindness to him. The kind you'd get from an old barber or a window washer, that friendly old sort of feel. He was brandished in a nice suit, with a hankerchief popping out ever so slightly in his coat. He took a deep penetrating glare into me. And said "hello there, I've heard you're the best in the city, now aren't you?" Silence.... I tried to speak but the air was thick with anticipation. I finally croaked out "the best at what?" And he looked suprised for a second, "the best jazz player this city has ever known, you see, I'm here to offer you a job, my daughter loves your jazz and wants you to play for her 18th birthday, would you be willing to? I'd pay the full fee." I took all that in, and decided it was the best thing for me to say yes.

And so, I waited, I played my annual diners and restaurants, and until the day the birthday came.

I played my heart out that night. And it was the best performance I've ever done, standing ovation from everyone. And after, the boss approached me again, thanked me, paid in full cash, and said "you know sonny, I have an idea for you, how about you sign a record deal with a few buddies of mine, don't worry it's nothing shady, but you got talent. Real talent. And that is rare these days."

Have some nostalgia, on the house