Dragoncaller (dragoncaller) wrote,

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Science of Thugs

This is my pell. There are many like it, but this one is mine. My pell is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life.

My pell, without me, is useless. Without my pell, I am useless. I must practice on my pell true. I must practice harder than my enemy who is practicing to defeat me. I must defeat him before he defeats me. I will...

I went to a training event this Saturday and I was asked to bring my pell. My pell is older than most, I think. This one is about 20 years old. I hauled it around to many places. I have stripped it down to wood and re-padded it several times. I have coated it with water proofing, painted it, stripped it and duct taped it many times.

This latest configuration is the best, I think. It's wrapped in fire hose, durable but very heavy. It can take a duke's abuse.

At the event Saturday there were several peels, all pretty, compared to mine. I remember the old days of the SCA when we all cut up carpet, duct taped it to our arms, cut holes in the end of a Freon tank to use for a helmet, and donned bright colored hockey gloves to protect our hands.

Soon after you could spot the rookie because he was in that stuff.

Now, not so much. Everyone looked amazing. I looked like a schlep.

Not that I cared. I am me and that's what you get. I have an ugly pell. It's ugly because I use it. Pretty pells are just that. Pretty.

Pretty doesn't win battles.

Ugly pells do.
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