social studies

Since I am not one of the decorative bits it follows that I can fade into the shadows wherever I happen to be. And this holds true in Ar. Despite my odd appearance people look over me as if I am not there. Most people anyway ..

In my time in one of the wealthiest cylinders here in Ar I did my studious attempts at understanding this place. I have come to the conclusion it is a shadow planet of earth. Take earth ... add extra legs, hair and fangs and you have Gor. Trim it with a man's fantasy and you pretty much have summed up the entire outline. The juicy center of this twinkie is that this place is run by giant insects. You have to wonder at the irony of it all.

Nearly every race of people is represented here in its own rendition. Mutated perhaps over the centuries but the flavor still lingers. And at any given time you can see a representation of every representation here on the streets of Ar. The melting pot of this planet.

The woman Ath-aw-mayha ... I butcher it every time I try to say her name, is one of the beautiful people. You can smell it on her a mile, or a pasang if you prefer, away. Why is she slumming? Some beautiful people do so. For many different reasons. Her reasons? I don't know yet. But sometimes I try to figure it out.

The Scarab is slumming. But I know why he is.

They tried to tell me I had a disassociative identity disorder. I don't think I have that many of me. I think I just have a really shitty memory now and then about the times that I can't remember. I know exactly who I am. Besides, what the hell do I have to disassociate from? I can't think of anything right now. The entire idea is ludicrous to me. I think they were just out to give me another diagnosis so I had to take more pills, I know they wanted me to tell them the secret of ID, but I won't. Or I wouldn't ... I suppose that is all redundant now. They don't have mental illness on Gor and thus they don't have professionals to make money off of it. Boo-yah for me. They are all quacks.

After all that I nearly forgot why I brought it up in the first place. A need to make money. So I have sold myself, rather my talents since they did not seem in need or want of my soul, to the tavern/inn/whore house/whatever you want for a price-place of ill repute .. Grimm Pleasures. The benefits are two fold for me. One I get coin for what I will do and two they stop chasing me around the streets of Ar.

That only leaves about three other groups of people I have to avoid. One down ..three to go.