Sometimes, I think it'd be pretty cool to be a father-figure; to have young, impressionable minds look to me as the sole font of wisdom in this world, and to obey my every dictate as if it came from a particularly angry and vengeful god.
Then I remember that: A) I'm a horrible influence on people, and nobody should emulate me under any circumstances; and B) I've already got several students who are the exact same flavour of misanthrope as myself, and so already look to me as an example.
Gods help them.
How much credits are your classes?
Credits?
Twenty thousand republic dactaries.
It's not a school, as such. I teach martial arts (i.e. how to break someone into several chunks using your hands and internalised anger) to the intersection of "people I know" and "people who want to learn how to dismantle a human without any tools".
Sounds cool!
hint.... You can flair your own posts now.
What flair would be best for this?
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