Yes, these are both pitures of
me, Warrior 7, dark and sinister in aspect. But that's
hardly the whole story. In the background of the picture
on the left, for instance, you can see many pictures of
my family, sitting on the mantleplace of the living room of
the house I grew up in. I have a mother, a father, two brothers, and six
sisters surviving, and of course, some of my siblings
have delightful children of their own. It is a heart warming and picturesque
room full of memories of my childhood and family. We had
many a Christmas in that very room, many a reading of
scriptures, many family gatherings of good cheer. On the right you
can see another picture of me that shows my warm heartedness
and goodwill.
You
may wonder at my sinister aspect. Well, I am Warrior 7,
after all. But the truth is, I do not always appear so
sinister. As you may see in this picture, I am a person
of hope and meditation as much as a sinister entity of
destruction. Here I am seen in a more cheerful mood, as I
appear sitting before the elegent brushwork of these
paintings. Certainly, even a Warrior must have an
appreciation of beauty, otherwise how could I discern the
proper course of action? What else is there to fight for,
other than beauty and truth? So I devote time to
appreciating the beautiful, just as all of us ought.
And
of course, I devote time to working in the real world, on
my computer. It is here that I write my stories and
create these pages, as well as interacting with the other
writers that I meet at Hatrack River. Sometimes I am
found doing other things as well, such as hammering on
the undercarriage of a recalcitrant vehicle or walls of
an unsightly building. In fact, I do a lot of other
things, like thinking of amazing inventions. And I also
occasionally interact with people in the real world, many
of whom I have found to be consistently friendly and
cheerful. If you meet someone that knows me, say hello to
them! Of course, I can't list the names and pictures of
everyone I know, for a number of reasons, so just
pretend, when you meet someone new, that they are someone
who knows me, and say hello on my behalf.
Although I must admit that I
have few enough talents that are worthy of any particular
mention, one skill that I feel most inclined to display
is my painting of miniature figures. As you can see,
these models are only an inch or so high, yet I find them
quite interesting and pleasing to the eye. And whenever I
think that my lot in life is very hard, I compare myself
with the poor soul on the right. At least I am not
trapped in a hidious armored shell, even if our fates are
not otherwise too dissimilar.
Yes, these are both pitures of
me, Warrior 7, dark and sinister in aspect. But that's
hardly the whole story. In the background of the picture
on the left, for instance, you can see many pictures of
my family, sitting on the mantleplace of the living room of
the house I grew up in. I have a mother, a father, two brothers, and six
sisters surviving, and of course, some of my siblings
have delightful children of their own. It is a heart warming and picturesque
room full of memories of my childhood and family. We had
many a Christmas in that very room, many a reading of
scriptures, many family gatherings of good cheer. On the right you
can see another picture of me that shows my warm heartedness
and goodwill.
Although I must admit that I
have few enough talents that are worthy of any particular
mention, one skill that I feel most inclined to display
is my painting of miniature figures. As you can see,
these models are only an inch or so high, yet I find them
quite interesting and pleasing to the eye. And whenever I
think that my lot in life is very hard, I compare myself
with the poor soul on the right. At least I am not
trapped in a hidious armored shell, even if our fates are
not otherwise too dissimilar.