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Punching People for Fun and Profit, Period 1 [Class One | 9/2/2009]
Today's class met in the gym, for no particularly good reason. Mainly because Fred didn't want to try to sit at a desk in front of a class.
"So y'all are in 'Punching People for Fun and Profit'. If you think you'll cry like a baby and won't be able to handle getting punched in the face at some point during the course, go leave now. This ain't a class for sissies. I won't be breakin' you all in quite yet, today's the easy day. After this, things get harder. We'll learn some fightin' basics the first few weeks, and then we'll be goin' into the Danger Shop to explore some various career options for the violence inclined."
He laughed, a deep, belly shaking laugh.
"I'm Frederick J. Dukes, and I'll be your teacher for this class. I've worked Special Ops for the US Military, and some freelance mercenary work. I've done some pro boxing as well. Long story short, don't give me lip. You'll get detention. Or worse. Now I want you all to introduce yourselves. Name, Class, Fighting Experience, and the biggest thing you've beaten. Me? I took down a tank."
He pointed to a random member of the class. "You start."
After the introductions were done, Fred pointed the TVs set up with Wiis.
"For the rest of the easy day, you get to play Wii Boxing. Next week, we learn how to throw real punches."
[ooc:OCD first, please. ETA: OOOOPEN!]
"So y'all are in 'Punching People for Fun and Profit'. If you think you'll cry like a baby and won't be able to handle getting punched in the face at some point during the course, go leave now. This ain't a class for sissies. I won't be breakin' you all in quite yet, today's the easy day. After this, things get harder. We'll learn some fightin' basics the first few weeks, and then we'll be goin' into the Danger Shop to explore some various career options for the violence inclined."
He laughed, a deep, belly shaking laugh.
"I'm Frederick J. Dukes, and I'll be your teacher for this class. I've worked Special Ops for the US Military, and some freelance mercenary work. I've done some pro boxing as well. Long story short, don't give me lip. You'll get detention. Or worse. Now I want you all to introduce yourselves. Name, Class, Fighting Experience, and the biggest thing you've beaten. Me? I took down a tank."
He pointed to a random member of the class. "You start."
After the introductions were done, Fred pointed the TVs set up with Wiis.
"For the rest of the easy day, you get to play Wii Boxing. Next week, we learn how to throw real punches."
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