User blog:SpecialOperationsTrooper/No anarchy for them, but the Resistance sustained a virtue.

I partied as a skateboarder, and amongst the lowliest strangers my beginning had a fandom rising through their secular solidarity. They were not a "resistance" I just knew that's what the mistake could be had I decided to join them officially instead of just fellowing about and their company accepting my adventure.

They smoked marijuana, and liked comic books but were being mislead by misfits. I chose to continue partying occasionally through them as High School just had started for me. Many of these groups happened to people that learned independent-socializing thanks to roleplaying, or attitudes, so I did too.

The misfits tried to make sex a challenge there, or equality, and the feigning females tried to sabotage or recreate the groups in their own image, and being weak in general the group slowed to bubs and no longer misfits.

Still, as a skateboarder, and them being the closest U.S.A. patriotism that had nothing to do with school, nor did I need to invest knowledge of school, virtues, or even strengths with them I could just continue watching how I wasn't an avenger and have it be a form of agility endurance or something was still a fun practice.

As "roleplaying" can go I thought to be a Dragon-Hunter to deflect those bitches and their subtle attempts to witch about as muses, and ravers. When I stopped partying at 23 I began to work and virtued that roleplay into a "commando" for the High School turf, and purged it with a Forest Ranger effort to go to college. (I partied mostly with other skateboarders, but that never had the misfit-resistance feel as the early arcade in the mall gained from High School just being High School).

The rival word is "Sword-Hunter". And I'm quite through with knowing what was a strong motive and what I had purged further after practicing the apparel, hobby, or quest thought. I had been a lone thief, and the mentality to persevere for myself became burglory.

When we moved back to the old hood I was surrounded with new people, but had no idea how to progress without becoming a villainous avenger. To not have my faith deterred by their feigned aspects of popularity I merged with their rival misfits, and ended up proving I was a thief and I think the roleplay is called "Head Thief'.

After jail I prospered a resistance of my own as I had to quit them all to keep the popularity esteem I virtue just for myself, and became a "Lancer". Finally away from misfit styles of life, and even mastered Party-Animal to a fulfillment. Now to get a Princess, motorcycle, and maybe even a snake.