The thoughts have been turned to kubb this day. There is something so very violent about the game. When was the last time you or any of your neighbors sat down to ponder the inner reaches of said game. In saying game we note the docil-ination that has been coherced upon the subject which fully overcomes its inate and undeniable past. Think of the horror. You. Four fellow bay dwellers at your side standing waiting to be speared by an said twice lengthy of your oncey. But what are you fighting for? For land? Domination? A large woman? One thing is sure its not for the fool standing in the middle of the field calling himself king over both warring parties. Thus we save the cuss till last just to show that he is definitely part of the losing team.
Most in unsaid days believe it to be a part of every-man's-right... a social lubricant. Now I can understand where such a thought may arise in the land of said lubricants but if allowed to bake long enough in the sun there is another take that woths back to wisdom of yore.
-You'll put down your rock and I'll put down my sword and we'll try and kill each other like civilized people?
-...As God intended. ...skill against skill alone.
...So really, for those who have wondered of what the drive is driven, it's not so different from elimination.
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