I was dead in cyberspace for a long time.  I was even dead from civilization for a long time. From April 1 up to this point in time, I was consumed by never ending duties and daily exercises. Ironing some uniforms until they are as thin as a sheet of paper. Changing my schedules from 1:30 pm to 1330 and doubletiming because I always lack time.

It is an enlightening experience being the “lowest mammal”, now I know that I CAN do/survive things which are considered taboo or otherwise outright illegal. I have been taught to survive in hostile grounds, fend for myself, and live alone in any territory more specifically, territory that is designed to hurt or even kill me.

I have been taught to withstand pain, I have been taught to withstand physical strain, and I have been taught to withstand the things most civilized person doesn’t know about.

I have been taught to classify information, how to handle them, because in the long run I will handle information that is critical to the survival of a mission, or even the stability of a nation.

I have been taught how to arm myself with tools you can easily find, I have been taught to disarm, and I know where the weak points lie in most armament.

I am also taught how to hide all of this, that is the real essence of my training, to be more than most people but to look like most people.

I am so not jesting around..

~®Pr0n

Whale semen has been used for centuries by the Inuit people as an anti-aging balm.

What the holy fuck?

~Pr0n