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I don’t like geese.
Scratch that, I hate geese.
Now that might seem entirely random, but I figured I’d share
regardless. They’re not very nice creatures, in my humble opinion, and I’m
pretty sure that most of my psychological traumas have risen from the fowl
creatures (oh yes, you read correctly, I went there). Why do I have such a burning
hatred against geese? (Though the question should be why I feel the need to
discuss this hatred with you, oh avid reader.) Well, to put it simply, because
they scarred me at a very young age. Not just emotionally (or psychologically,
as I’ve mentioned before) but also physically. And they did not even have the
decency to provide me with any cool powers to make up for it.
Peter Parker got spider powers, Harry Potter got the ability
to speak to snakes, all I got was a scar. Not even a badass one that I could
claim was inflicted by some marauding pirates that I fought off with my hands
tied behind my back as I wielded a sword with my teeth, but one that can only
really be seen if I scrunch up my face >.< (like that) and point it out.



