I've often though about getting a tattoo of a sword hilt in my inguinal (lookit up) area. Basically if I've got my shirt off, it'll look like i have a sword in my pants. I've gotten dangerously to getting this done.
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and now, prey tell, for the final tidbit: What on earth were you thinking?
__________________ I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
A small sabre on my shoulderblade, because I'm entitled to it. I've had it for a few years now. I keep forgetting I have it because I can't see it, so when people react it startles me.
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At the start of our sectionals years ago we were getting ready to head to our strips and noticed a guy getting dressed w/ a large, detailed, colored hand-sized tat of his competitive fencing club's insignia on his upper arm. We thought 'wow, a die hard fencer'.
Then he asked us what we were doing putting that weight thingy on the end of our foils.
Well, if we're talking fencing-related, a friend of mine has the Olympic rings on his shoulder blade, which he got after competing in the modern pentathlon event - not quite the same, but close enough for me.
Strongly considering getting the following on weapon shoulder: Strain-Stress curve (an engineering chart that shows the amount of stretching a material undergoes, one of steel would look parabolic at an angle much like a foil that has just bent from impact) with a foil grip at the intersection of the graph so that it overlays the output of the graph with the bent foil blade. The culmination of 4 years of spending all of my time on fencing rather than on schoolwork and one very boring finite element analysis class.
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"Warm winds i plead, carry this debris; I and the leaves Me and the dust To rundown cities dressed in rust"
Epee is the Louis Vuitton bag of fencing: only the best can get it, and the rest of the masses must content themselves with cheap knockoffs (sabre, foil)
To not recognize the power of the French grip is to be in denial