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Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.

On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.

But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.

And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.

Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.

The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.

When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.

About a guy who escaped North Korea

He said living there was like living in a pot

And he grew up there, so he grew into the shape of the pot

But once he was out

And the pot was gone

He was still in the shape of the pot

And he had to work really hard to grow outside that shape

I think its the same with alot of things

Art, gender presentation, decoration prefrences, food, hobbies

I show up and am given a list of cognitively engaging but achievable tasks

I complete the list

More broadly, he's making a point about fictional characters, usually main characters--is what makes them special, you know....actually special? Are they the main character because these things happened to them, or did these things happen because they're the main character? Why are they Adam Smasher, and not someone else? It's a test; a check to make sure you're not favoring the character because you're enamored with that character.

Next thing you know, they’ve vaulted over a ten-meter ravine, broken their ankle, and are grinning about it.

you're gonna get tired very quickly

tired leads to injured, injured leads to tired, tired leads to—

you're not gonna be as composed as you expect

humans are more fragile than you think and also more durable than you think. both are true and neither stop them from dying of an infection later (DO NOT GET BITTEN)

DO NOT GET STABBED (generally good life advice)

DO GET A SPEAR

Humans are very good at *pretending* to fight each other in hopes that the generals way in the back are buying it so nobody has to get stabbed.

SUPPLY LINES FFS

Uuuuuuuh wow professionalization matters a lot actually

There's a lot of dust actually

Horses Will Not run through opposing infantry, but they will run at other horses

Elephants are not worth it, tbh

Shields matter a lot if you want to not die but good luck finding a balance between being too heavy and not protective enough

Anything is a projectile if you throw it hard enough

Always have a knife

Do Not Fall Down - you will be trampled

The guy with the biggest hat/plume is the leader

Release The Hounds

Valleys are BAD NEWS

Uphill is much nicer than downhill

A retreat route to boats on the sea is only helpful when you're already ready to sail

Forests are torches waiting to be lit

A professional soldier does a surprising amount of sitting around and day labour on massive projects

The army has always been a good place to become an engineer, it seems

Ffs, pleasr listen when the sergeant tells you something. He's always right

If you've got a shit general, make sure you've got a good tactician/strategist

That rich guy really doesn't know what he's doing, huh

Drowning is awful and being in the navy is certainly A Choice, but your wife will not be happy with you

Damn, all this shit is heavy :(((

Attack the baggage train >:)))

Uhhhh, sarge? The battle line broke. I'm going home

Why aren't the enemy running and screaming back at us? They're just ... walking towards us. I will not be sticking around to figure out whatever fuckery they're up to.

Blood is actually really slippery :(

I did not clean my blade and now the blood has dried and glued the sword and scabbard together :(((

Tf you mean we're gonna fight during harvest season. I think tf not.

I Hate This. All Of This.

Fuck me, battle is LOUD despite the fact I can't hear shit in this helmet

You're better to be down an arm than down a leg, tbh

Desertion rates are not as high as you'd think, but if you let the troops starve and get sick, they will abandon you en masse

WHAT MADE YOU THINK CROSSING THE MOUNTAINS WAS A GOOD IDEA?!

The fewer pieces to armour the better is usually is (with the exception of chain and scale)

Skirts and loose-ish clothes actually help conceal the lines of your body in combat

Don't wear too much armour in a hot place because you will be sweating until you pass out and die

CHARIOTS ARE SO COOL

Falling off a chariot is Less Cool

You're less likely to get stabbed than you are crushed or run over

Leather resists slashing damage, silk/linen resists piercing damage and wood/ceramic disperses blunt damage

Ceramic armour is actually so effective at defending its wearer that we still use it in bulletproof vests and tank armour (though once its broken it needs to be replaced)

A blade lodged in bone can actually be really hard to get back out

If your belly is cut open, you're already dead to an infection

(b) The best battle is the one that doesn't happen. The night before, meet up with the other side's quartermasters and buy up their mercenaries' contracts. (And don't try to get cheap about it. Odds are the other guys know within 10-20% how much cash you're carrying. Get pissy about the terms of the buy-out, and they may decide it makes more sense just to go ahead with the battle and take it all off you for disrespecting them.)

(c) Don't be tempted onto bad terrain. (And [c1]: All terrain is bad in at least one way. Maybe more.)

(d) Maslow is a better guide to the responsible management of armed forces than Kubler-Ross.

Gaming Dice.