reminded by scarpe's "WWF" post.
being the younger of 2 brothers, I was always the one who would skulk off, bruised and defeated from any sibling confrontations. It was a joyous day when I realised I could fight smarter, rather than harder.

I forget what the petty squabble was about now (it was 15 years or more ago) but it resulted in me lying face-down on my bedroom floor. Liftiing my head to see a small spot of darkening red, I immediately resumed my position and started to breathe as heavily as I could through my nose. The spatter effect was quite satisfying, although not exactly a gore-fest.

It worked though, my brother was panic stricken at the realisation that I could deviously employ the circumstances to my advantage. I think he even tried to reason and bribe me into a truce. Sadistic little shit I was, I'd rather seem him take a clip from my mum.
(Greencloud Wanted to go fishing on, Thu 7 Aug 2008, 15:21, Reply)