Becoming Badass

The camping supply store had just about everything I could need since outdoor activities often involve chopping, cutting, and axing. As a result its resume has a strong ‘transferable skills’ section. My little hatchet split skull just as well as it would split wood. I know from experience you can also split your shin open if you’re an idiot. My skinning knife was staying put since it seemed to separate ligaments when called to task however due to its size it was more intimate than I would like as a first choice. I decided to get some of its bigger brothers. Without boring you (just yet) with my, selection of up-close-and-personals, I strapped them about my person and decided to re-asses my current situation.

My plan in thus far has been – and will continue to be – surviving. Making it to the outdoor shop and getting some good kit added quite a bit to my armor class, and gearing up with some reasonable weapons hopefully lowered my THAC0. Keep in mind until now I’ve be fighting off reflex…and swinging a big stick.

I felt fully prepared to move forward and look for some medium/long range weapons and knew of only one place where Canadians can go to get just about anything: abysmal customer service, deals on crappy sockets sets, ice skates, shotguns, and tires. I figure with a reasonable arsenal of weapons, I can keep checking the quest boxes off my list and finally sort this mess out. First things first, I gotta geet meh sum guuuns.