Um, yeah. Hawk mentioned stuff to me at Hunter's last year which was, in the majority, fiction. I had no idea where he came up with half of that stuff, and I figured it was just hearsay, but now you're mentioning it too.
I'm not sure what precisely you mean by 'food and shelter" but here's what Hawk said that was just entirely false
That I "had a problem leaving my dishes under the bigtop or back in the sink and that I should know that everyone is expected to clean up after thmselves." Bollocks I left my dishes anywhere. The only time I /ever/ had my dishes out of my tent were for the pig roast and the last day food merge feast. I never left them anywhere because every meal I didn't eat topside I ate in my tent, out of my cooler, all by myself. I cleaned them with clorox wipes, and they went back into their neat little pile under my viking chair. I'm sure my tankard spent an excessive amount of time under the bigtop, but so did everone elses. Please elaborate on what the actual problem here is.
Then Hawk went on to tell me that on the night of the storm, when I had to kick out the poles on my screen room and spread the tarp over it that I was "/complaining/ that I had to spend the night under the big top." Give me such a break. I did nothing of the sort. Now, I'm not sure what Sylvie, who was my roommate, was doing, because after we dropped the tent she disappeared. I quite humbly gathered up my bedding and slept on the ground next to the camel hump. I didn't whine, I didn't complain, I didn't scream or cry or moan or anything of the sort. In the morning when a good chunk of my stuff was wet, I gave it the typical Ali cynically embittered "Figures with my luck" and cleaned everything up, dried it, packed it, and got ready to go home. I was pretty sad that I managed to murder my fox that I had just bought the night prior, but hey. Life goes on.
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Um, yeah. Hawk mentioned stuff to me at Hunter's last year which was, in the majority, fiction. I had no idea where he came up with half of that stuff, and I figured it was just hearsay, but now you're mentioning it too.
I'm not sure what precisely you mean by 'food and shelter" but here's what Hawk said that was just entirely false
That I "had a problem leaving my dishes under the bigtop or back in the sink and that I should know that everyone is expected to clean up after thmselves." Bollocks I left my dishes anywhere. The only time I /ever/ had my dishes out of my tent were for the pig roast and the last day food merge feast. I never left them anywhere because every meal I didn't eat topside I ate in my tent, out of my cooler, all by myself. I cleaned them with clorox wipes, and they went back into their neat little pile under my viking chair. I'm sure my tankard spent an excessive amount of time under the bigtop, but so did everone elses. Please elaborate on what the actual problem here is.
Then Hawk went on to tell me that on the night of the storm, when I had to kick out the poles on my screen room and spread the tarp over it that I was "/complaining/ that I had to spend the night under the big top." Give me such a break. I did nothing of the sort. Now, I'm not sure what Sylvie, who was my roommate, was doing, because after we dropped the tent she disappeared. I quite humbly gathered up my bedding and slept on the ground next to the camel hump. I didn't whine, I didn't complain, I didn't scream or cry or moan or anything of the sort. In the morning when a good chunk of my stuff was wet, I gave it the typical Ali cynically embittered "Figures with my luck" and cleaned everything up, dried it, packed it, and got ready to go home. I was pretty sad that I managed to murder my fox that I had just bought the night prior, but hey. Life goes on.
(to be continued...)