Hubris’ subconscious is pretty adept at conjuring up a Dad. Good Advice, Upbeat Manner, and a Heads-Up to be careful.
I guess when Dad’s not there in person, your subconscious has to work overtime… or overwork sometime. Like Naptime.
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I think Kara has specific ideas about the answers to her questions.
Er’body remembers that Paste has a real name, too, right? ‘Carlaisle’ And before anyone wants to comment on the spelling of his name, remember that this is the woman who named her firstborn ‘Hubris’, so…
Poor Carl. Yeeeaaaaah.
I wonder if Carl got called that by a lotta people who knew Dorothy Draussen back then, or if something between then and now made her into the woman that Dorothy Foris is.
You guys have been wondering the same thing, I bet. Keeping you up at night and all?
I like events in the Fest to be fairly self-explanatory. But if you (or me, in this case) try to go through the event and see how it would actually happen… well, you come up with RULES.
Not GOOD rules, as a rule, but rules that prevent the game from being, y’know… unwinnable, unloseable, unworkable, stupid, or whatever.
Then you realize that if you imagine the game to its conclusion ad absurdum, well, the rules could be done away with if the PARTICIPANTS bothered to think the whole event through and figured out that you can’t just leap at a wooden board and try to shove a bazooka into a hole in the board in order to guarantee yourself a few points. If you DO try it, chances are that someone else is going to have to take your second throw.
