#budgetconfidence

It was just sitting there, very loosely wedged into a stone. I almost didn't want to disturb it, but I felt compelled by some unseen force, and who am I to argue with that? I am but a humble man after all. As I drew it from the (again very loose) stone, light rained down from the sky and I felt like a King Among Men.

Well I knew then and there I had to put it to use and so, following my instincts, I made my way back to town to find myself some Vassals. And on the way I got jumped! A group of young brigandines erupted from behind a hill and started menacing me. Well as Armed as I was, I wasn't about to just let them get the best of me! I drew my Blade and charged as they demanded my coin purse, and the look of shock on their faces as I struck them down was magnificent. Well... attempted to strike them down anyway, swung a little too much for the stars and ended up just spinning in circles a few times, like a Confident Whirlwind of Death. 

It worked though, the vagabonds were practically crying on the ground, begging for mercy. Well, part of being a good King, and a Confident one at that, is knowing you don't always need to crush your enemies. Instead I offered them positions as my Knights of Confidence. I was even willing to let them draw up some sweet banners for themselves. I've got to tell you, I was riding high on what felt like Destiny at this point. Truly this Blade was a thing of pure Spirit, and I was looking forward to testing it more.

With my Knights galloping along behind me I finally made it to town. We went straight to the town hall, drew our Blades and ordered that they open the door, for their new king had arrived. They didn't of course, as at this point it was quite late at night but that wouldn't stop a Knight so I swung at the door with all my might. And that is when I realized my gravest error.

You see, this entire time I'd thought of the Sword and just a longer, lighter Axe. Turns out that couldn't be further from the truth, just because they both have edges doesn't mean they have the same uses. To my shame, I only concluded this after my Sword connected with the door, and shattered into pieces. Then, when I thought my confidence couldn't plummet further, my Knights abandoned me! Said I wasn't cool anymore if you can believe that... Well truth be told at the time I agreed with them. What kind of a Confidant just lets his confidence shatter like that. Everybody knows externalized confidence needs to be bulletproof.

Well that’s the end of it though my readers. I’ve got to say, the Sword has some incredible highs, but if anything should happen to it you’ll suffer some horrendous lows. If you happen to come across one in the wild I would definitely recommend collecting it, but for the love of god and country don’t use it on anything solid!

Even when I'm angry beyond words, I'm a professional first and foremost, so I started documenting my situation immediately. I also started imagining Unholy Vengeance upon my aggressors, and that had me feeling pretty great immediately. More than immediately, I was feeling Confident just by being so Annoyed! Rarely does a Confidence Booster require so little input.

I tried carrying on in a few different ways, seeing what worked best. I found that Quietly Seething had very similar Confidence enhancing properties whether I was sitting or standing. Pacing seemed to create even further Gains, the extra blood flow allowing the Confidence in my Boiling Blood to circulate faster throughout my body.

Next I tried vocalization. However I quickly learned I had to be subtle about it. At the very thought of shouting at my foe, who had the audacity to tell me they were out of coffee, I felt the Confidence almost instantly drain from my body and I had to quickly stamp down on the urge to act on my anger in any way else I risk losing the entire mindset. So affected I proceeded to pace for a few minutes to build my reserves back up which, thankfully, worked.

Once I was close to where I'd been moments earlier, I tried another form of Acting through Inaction, by quietly muttering under my breath. So low was my voice, my assailant had no idea! To my dismay I found this didn't have much more of a boost than pacing. However through some additional trial and error I found that Muttering Under My Breath was interchangeable with Pacing. Quite convenient as my legs had gotten tired after those two long minutes I waited for the new coffee pot to finish.

With a vengeful “Thanks” I took my brew and Confidently strode away from there, never to return until I find myself back in the area. I definitely recommend trying this one if you happen to find yourself in a similar situation. Just remember that under no circumstances should you actually do anything with your Rage.