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Boxing headgear - AZOURY - maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Fountainhead/143/30/1799
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Run away from the pain, yesterday is not today
Je voulais dans cette image une ambiance cinématographique. Cet homme en costume et sa démarche mon fait pensé au personnage de fight club. Quelle histoire y voyez vous?
Whitetail Deer, Brown County, Wisconsin USA
12.01.2023: the rut was pretty much over, but these two were still cruisin' for does.
a blend of two consecutive images for depth of field
This is Streifi, our alpha-male red squirrel. Due to the scratches on his nose, he must have had a fight recently. But he's fine and his wounds will heal very fast (Squirrels-2020-6287.jpg)
Whitetail Deer, Brown County, Wisconsin USA
I saw these two still sparing in the early dawn this morning (well before reasonable light). The rut seems to be over, but they continue. I am led to believe they rather enjoy fight club.
. . . . and not talkin' about it, eh?
Whitetail Deer - two bucks taking a break from their sparing during the early stage of the rutting season.
Capture made late in the day. I was losing the light, so a bit of a noisy image at high iso, but i like the alignment of the two distracted combatants as they are looking in the direction of a doe, the reason for the fighting.
Brown County, Wisconsin USA
The face she made at me was probably meant for a smile. Whatever it was, it beat me. I was afraid she'd do it again, so I surrendered
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You are the same decaying organic matter as everyone else,
and we are all part of the same compost pile. -Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club.
i know there's a lot of harshness to the photo, but i wanted to update.
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note: the snowy scenery was from a photo i found on google images.
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Till we bleed! Kind thanks to Larkin as co-organiser and Jonhy Pausch for the artwork
After making quite an entrance in my stolen Urag flyer, things had calmed down a bit at the Wolf Den (Thnaks for the name, Rox!).
I had recovered from my misadventures with the Urag Chieftain, and was now going crazy from lack of combat. That is, until today. Some soldiers had decided to start an impromptu 'fight club', in a sandy area nearby. As an officer, it was normally my job to put an end to these illicit affairs. But today, I decided to have a little fun. Sauntering over, I told the (now rather sheepish) sergeant in charge that, "I need the exercise. If you can find someont to beat me, this can go on- for now."
I stripped out of my armor, and was ushered towards the arena, with several hearty slaps on the back. There were some murmurs about my irregular skin tone, which I ignored. From the other side, they ushered in some grunt. He threw a wild swing, and I quickly dispatched him. The same thing happened with the next. God, it was a miracle that these boys could survive combat! Then a real challenge came in. Klip and Cryptid had come to watch. At least Klip had. Cryptid handed his launcher to Klip, and stepped into the ring. However, seeing how I took out the last grunt, he decided to keep his armor on. Offering a quick salute, I adopted a balanced stance. His smile turned to a snarl, and he came at me. He was cautious, only throwing a few feints and jabs instead of rushing in. Good, this guy was a smart fighter. I threw a few jabs of my own, which he easily blocked. He them threw a strange combination, which seemed familiar. I remember my son, coming home after earning a black belt in Tae Kwon Do. He was so happy, so young. He proudly showed me a wild combination of punches and chops...
Back to reality. While I was distracted, Cryptid landed a hit on the side of my head. Damn! Just where it was hit by the chieftain. It stung, but I shook it off. His face was a mixture of brief satisfaction, quickly turning into confusion by the easy hit. That look, just like my son's when he learned Daddy was going off to war...
This time, when I snapped out of it, I was laying on my back, in the sand. Cryptid was now looking slightly concerned, again for the easy hit. He began to offer me a hand up, when I kicked my legs up to regain my footing. I was irritated, not at Cryptid, but at my own carelessness. Dodging his high punch, I ducked under his guarding hand, and shoved my shoulder into his stomach. Another advantage of being short. Then using my momentum, I lifted him upward, and back onto the sand. I disengaged, and let him work his way back to a standing position. I dodged several more of his punches, then fired a low side-kick into his stomach. He blocked, but just barely.
Enough I swept his legs, a move which rarely works except for when used by an expert, and shoved my palm into his solar plexus as he fell. This time, he didn't get up. Some money changed hands, and I helped Cryptid back up. "Good fight," I said.
"Indeed it was" said a voice behind me. It was the CO of Silent Wolves, who had been watching in silence. As the spectators noticed him, they slowly began to disperse. I collected my Pulse Sniper from one, and left to collect my thoughts...
Image by Tom, taken witha Canon point and shoot, edited in CameraBag Desktop 1.5 using Magazine > Instant variant, with Superwide aspect and Cinema borders.
Warning: If you are reading this then this warning is for you. Every word you read of this useless fine print is another second off your life. Don’t you have other things to do? Is your life so empty that you honestly can’t think of a better way to spend these moments? Or are you so impressed with authority that you give respect and credence to all that claim it? Do you read everything you’re supposed to read? Do you think every thing you’re supposed to think? Buy what you’re told to want? Get out of your apartment. Meet a member of the opposite sex. Stop the excessive shopping and masturbation. Quit your job. Start a fight. Prove you’re alive. If you don’t claim your humanity you will become a statistic. You have been warned. -Tyler
Photographed at an abandoned highway, one hour before sunset time. The sky was still blue-ish.
Abandoned highway might be the root cause of why I started to go on adventures of urban exploration:
“In the world I see you are stalking elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rock feller Center. You'll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life. You'll climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Towers. And when you look down, you'll see tiny figures pounding corn, laying stripes of venison on the empty car pool lane of some abandoned superhighways.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club