#not fear

"I'm so glad you asked! My favorite is definitely my Tracker."

"You know, it's actually the first thing I built that uses real, actual Human tech?"

"When I was really small, my siblings and I would invade the local dumps and scrapyards. Meowth are natural collectors, so we spent a decent chunk of time as kids digging for unwanted treasures in those heaps of city junk."

"...Unfortunately, dumps and trash heaps aren't always the safest places to hang out, especially when you're a young, scrawny cat who can barely lift ten pounds over his head. Eventually, we were chased off by bigger, stronger kids, and we had to stop."

"Most of my siblings got into other hobbies and were just fine. But I loved scrap hunting. I'd build all sorts of toys for my little siblings, i'd make little doohickeys, little mechanisms and locks and tools for my family to use- anyway, I couldn't just give up scrap hunting. It was my whole life!"

"So, I started looking in other places. My brother and I once found a way out of the city walls near an old waterway, so I spent some time scrap hunting near the forest. And you won't believe what I found -"

"Pulled up by the roots of a fallen down tree, I found a half-buried wreck of actual human-made tech!"

"How did I know it was human? Well, it didn't use Chargestones, or oil, or coal, or Poképower - it was entirely made of wires and materials and liquids that i'd never even seen or smelled before. And I'd been a scrap hunter my whole life - this was my whole world."

"I made an early version of my Tracker using some of the stuff I found from the human wreck. It still worked! Eventually, over time, some of the materials degraded beyond repair, but I used what I learned from it to repair it, until I had a new, better version that was as close as I could get to my original prototype."

^"Whoa! What's with the sudden neck grow thingy?!"

^"Just get in there! He won't bite ya!" (the Brother is safely behind the monster.)

^The Bean is not sure just exactly who his Uncle is cheering on.

^The Mungster sees the neck retraction as a retreat so decides to go for the ol' head gnaw.

"Oh! Wait! It has teefs?!" Setback.

But then, placement is everything.

Bravery begins under the Uncle. Mr the Mung Bean and the Brother, Silken Windhounds

For God did not give us a spirit of timidity or cowardice or fear, but [He has given us a spirit] of power and of love and of sound judgment and personal discipline [abilities that result in a calm, well-balanced mind and self-control].

2 Timothy 1:7 AMP

It’s not the same as being scared of a wasp that’s near you, or being afraid to go on a ride that’s high up. It’s leaving a movie theatre because you saw your phobia, and hiding in the bathroom to cry. It’s thinking of your phobia and feeling sick to your stomach, and trying to force your brain to think of something else.

Not very many pictures from tonight’s game because it was mostly filled with jerks (On both sides).

Only positive (That I didn’t take pictures of, because I’m an idiot) was a nice Hag who saw one of my teammates decided to farm altruism points off of me and let me escape as a result.