| Ranger You scored 37 Holy, 47 Tactful, 65 Natural, and 40 Arcane! |
| Hmm, you’ve got the skills, nobody can deny that. You’re a hard nut to crack in a fight, you can hound an enemy like no other, you have a connection to the wilderness that borders on supernatural, and the animals back home love you. Don’t be fooled by LOTR though, you are not a natural leader. In fact, you’re probably a bit of a recluse, and you are reasonably rash. You gave up understanding why humans treat each other so needlessly bad a long time ago, and have just decided to do what you can for the defenseless of us by savaging the people that harm what you love. If everyone were like you this world would be a great place… but since it’s not, better get back to hunting evildoers… with uncanny intensity. |
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My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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Re: Well, yeah…
I’ll bet you can identify at least fifteen variants of the “urban male child,” a pretty pernicious species right there, while ducking through the o’erarching boughs of the Academic Jungle.
Not all flora and fauna displays hair and twigs as prominantly as others.
Myself, I find myself vaguely annoyed that the best promotor of urban-environment-as-complicated-ecology-in-its-own-right is Shadowrun, of all things, with its urban shamen.
For the record, hunting has its moments. No venison roast tastes quite as good as that you bring down yourself. Now, the hours of hanging out in the damp morning mist in a forest half-way up a tree, that part’s not all that great.
(Hey, I’m a Southern Boy(tm), of course I’ve gone hunting. But I still don’t drink beer. What’s up with that?)
Well, yeah…
It’s pretty much about right. Except I don’t know enough about the trees, plants, and animals around me.
On the other hand, yesterday I was able to identify a large birds on sight. I don’t know their Latin names, but I saw bluebirds, house sparrows, a rose-breasted grosbeak, a redtailed hawk, turkey vultures, black vultures, a downy woodpecker, and a couple of other beasts.
I guess it’s time for me to start working on my herbalism skills. And although it may be impolitic to say so, someday I’d like to go hunting. I’ve got a hankering to take down a deer, and learn to tan its hide, chop it up into venison, and make various tools from its bones and antlers. I’m not sure if this is simply a bizarre fantasy from being a D&D’er, or if it’s professional interest in knowing about the lives of hunter-gatherers — it’s probably both.
I’m actually kind of amused by this, because I can utterly see you as a Ranger.
I’m actually kind of amused by this, because I can utterly see you as a Ranger.
Well, yeah…
It’s pretty much about right. Except I don’t know enough about the trees, plants, and animals around me.
On the other hand, yesterday I was able to identify a large birds on sight. I don’t know their Latin names, but I saw bluebirds, house sparrows, a rose-breasted grosbeak, a redtailed hawk, turkey vultures, black vultures, a downy woodpecker, and a couple of other beasts.
I guess it’s time for me to start working on my herbalism skills. And although it may be impolitic to say so, someday I’d like to go hunting. I’ve got a hankering to take down a deer, and learn to tan its hide, chop it up into venison, and make various tools from its bones and antlers. I’m not sure if this is simply a bizarre fantasy from being a D&D’er, or if it’s professional interest in knowing about the lives of hunter-gatherers — it’s probably both.
Re: Well, yeah…
I’ll bet you can identify at least fifteen variants of the “urban male child,” a pretty pernicious species right there, while ducking through the o’erarching boughs of the Academic Jungle.
Not all flora and fauna displays hair and twigs as prominantly as others.
Myself, I find myself vaguely annoyed that the best promotor of urban-environment-as-complicated-ecology-in-its-own-right is Shadowrun, of all things, with its urban shamen.
For the record, hunting has its moments. No venison roast tastes quite as good as that you bring down yourself. Now, the hours of hanging out in the damp morning mist in a forest half-way up a tree, that part’s not all that great.
(Hey, I’m a Southern Boy(tm), of course I’ve gone hunting. But I still don’t drink beer. What’s up with that?)