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Issue# 83


I'm a little late with the start of Ghost Fu. I'm sure some of you were wondering where I've been.
Well, F#@k You; I'm not telling you anything.




Presenting; Uncensored, Ghost Fu:

I touched down at LA International Airport and got a rental car. I drove to my brother's house and had a reunion, but that's another story.

After things cooled down, I decided to go and see Master Tim. I wanted to ask for advice on Ghost Fu and trade some books, for peyote.

I reached the valley of the cliff dwelling, which the master called his home. The descent wasn't bad, but it was a steep ascent to the encampment. I put on my light, my crampons and took a drink of water, before starting the climb.

The ascent was grueling. Master Tim's, nearly 20 years older than I and he does it several times per day. This contributes, not only to his nostalgia, but his strength.

When I reached the plane where the encampment was set up, a large light was shown on me. Suddenly, I realized that I had been surrounded by 10 ninjas with night vision, googles.

"You are trespassing on sacred ground; What's your business?" Asked the ninja closet to me.

"I'm here to see Master Tim, I said.

"He isn't here. Now, I 'm going to tell you once." he demanded, "Leave, now, this is sacred ground."

"Sacred is an admission of guilt," I said. Then, unleashed a kick to the groin. I was still wearing the crampons.

Suddenly, the lights went out.
I heard the air, being sliced by a quarterstaff.
I turned my forearms out and bent my knees.
The staff cracked me on the thigh. It went strait down, so I knew the next swing would be from overhead. I followed through and grabbed the staff, but he wasn't letting go and there were 9 more Ninjas, for which I couldn't account.

My eyes had adjusted enough to see the trail that went to the top of the hill. On the other side of the hill was something you don't expect to find in the desert; a lake.

If I could make it to the lake, I had an advantage. They were too heavily armored to go for a swim. After a kick to the back of his knee, he fell and let go of the staff.

In a prone position, he raised his hands. I could read the terror, he was experiencing.
The others were retreating. They had realized their error and had gone to get weapons.
This was my chance to decide; Fight or Flight. I chose flight.

I ran to the edge of the cliff and looked down into the darkness. It was such a long drop, my light did not reach the bottom. I knew the water was there, so I took the jump.

After hitting the water, I couldn't tell which way was up. I was out of breath, trying to feel where my bubbles were going and thinking, I should have stayed and fought.

Swimming in that lake was creepy, but after getting out, I was freezing. My light had gone out, but I found the boat dock and started walking toward the road.
My leg had gone numb. I hadn't realized it, yet, but I had a fractured femur.


I talked to Master Tim, three days later. He had gone on a trip, to Vegas. He left those guys to watch the place.

Oops!



I Come From the Water:





Sometimes I feel like a man that has two severed hands.
All of this life I've been tried and then persecuted.

I don't know what they said, but it's lies.

Underneath all of this; you should see the man that I am.
All of this, throw at me. I'm sinking neck deep in sand.

I don't care what they said, because it's lies.

They led to us, said to us; a promised land.
But how or why; I do not understand.

I defy; a, "Fuck You." sours into the sky.

It was for pride which they flew their colors.
With daggers held high; they forbade all the others.

I deny; I demand the empirical science.

I asked them for a drink. Chanting turned to screams.
I ran away, amid the massacre, but I had been seen.

I don't know what they said about me, but it's lies.




Lesson #1:





Drop your cocks and grab your socks.
This is not the ballet. You are not here to practice cartwheels. Get that out of your mind. Ghost Fu is about damage.

The first session focuses on discipline. This is not a license to bully. People will go farther, when they are smooth. The most dangerous person is the one that is scared.

Let's begin with some stretches and I'll continue talking.

Discipline plays an important part in most battles. Why you fight, is more important than winning a fight. The easiest part of a battle is, usually, avoiding one.



Expectation of victory goes a long way. Most of us don't pay to play eRepublic. We are saving our nukes for an epic campaign. If there is no way to win; most people won't waste their resources. Only battle hero hunters and two clickers will participate.

On the other hand; you may not want to fight in a battle that you know we will win. It's a waste of money and experience points that you may come to regret.

Luck is 20% of a battle. No matter how well you do; sometimes the gun jams, you slip on the other guys blood or your mom calls while you are applying a chokehold. (It happens)

That's all, for now. The next session will focus on breathing.

Class Dismissed!




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