Poor Bastard's Patron Quest (Young Justice)
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PsyFarrow
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Sadly, yes. I had a plan for how things were going to go, but it was only after starting up that I realized the whole thing relied on understanding how people work, which I really don't.
Then there was the spiral of self-doubt and thinking about how the premise of this Quest could've used some work, and after swinging back and forth about whether or not to salvage things and erasing false starts to the next update for about a week I scrubbed all the notes. At that point I just tried to forget that I'd started something and couldn't bring myself to see it through. The whole, "If I don't check it and no-one mentions it I never botched that thing."
Anyway, that's why this Quest is six feet under. Sorry to anyone who was actually interested in the premise.
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[X] ... made sure I knew how to handle and shoot a gun. There was a range not too far from our neighborhood, and after I showed my grasp of gun safety he'd take me there every few days and demonstrated his quite frankly ridiculous aim before telling me to match it. I never did of course, he's been shooting for two decades while I haven't even been alive that long.
[X] ... made me run every single day so that I'd be able to get away from those who'd want to hurt me. It was difficult at first to even jog ten kilometers, but a week after we'd started I was running the whole way. Dad never let up though, and once he saw I could do that he added a hundred sit-ups, push-ups, and squats to the daily routine. Overall I'd say my fitness level, while hardly olympian, is actually sort of impressive.
[X] "Close your eyes before placing a finger to your pulse and feeling its rhythm. From there, imagine the weight of so many tons of water pressing down on creatures deep below the surface, all the way to the bottom of the ocean. This will let you wield a tendril holding a fraction of that terrifying weight, but learning to do anything more than flail it about is going to take two or three days of dedication."
[X] ... made me run every single day so that I'd be able to get away from those who'd want to hurt me. It was difficult at first to even jog ten kilometers, but a week after we'd started I was running the whole way. Dad never let up though, and once he saw I could do that he added a hundred sit-ups, push-ups, and squats to the daily routine. Overall I'd say my fitness level, while hardly olympian, is actually sort of impressive.
[X] "Close your eyes before placing a finger to your pulse and feeling its rhythm. From there, imagine the weight of so many tons of water pressing down on creatures deep below the surface, all the way to the bottom of the ocean. This will let you wield a tendril holding a fraction of that terrifying weight, but learning to do anything more than flail it about is going to take two or three days of dedication."