@Misadventure said:
You know, this has replaced my image of HR as this suave and sardonic city slicker into a bearded gruff survivalist. In plaid. Maybe armed. He shows up in the middle of the horror film to tell you just how fucked you are, and won't be burdened with trying to save you.
I did in fact wear a lot of plaid at one point or another, it's true, but I'm afraid I've never really been able to make a go of the 'grizzled' thing. I did once spend the better part of a year living more or less off the land around Chicken, AK (less in that we didn't do shit like make our own clothes). Sleeping in a cabin, chopping wood, hunting for food (dressing, carrying, cooking, etc), and a lot of other physical shit that I only vaguely remember. I was probably in the best shape of my life after nine months of that shit, but even then I could never pull off grizzled. Mind, I was still a teenager, but I'm pretty sure I couldn't even now.
Part of it is probably that I lack the genetic predisposition towards heavy facial hair, and you have to be extra special to pull off grizzled without a beard or pretty heavy stubble.
As for armed, sadly my wife won't let me buy a gun unless... something. There was some condition, but I forget what it was. Maybe letting her buy a snake or something. Though I guess I do have a wide array of cutting tools.
He shows up in the middle of the horror film to tell you just how fucked you are, and won't be burdened with trying to save you.
I have a process that determines whether someone is worth saving, which largely amounts to assigning values to their Smart and Pretty, and requiring that it add up to at least n. So as long as you're not dumb and ugly, I'll help you out.
