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Bringing Literature To Life--Through Violence! [Tuesday, Second Period]
"Last week we talked about the nature of humanity." Because when Cindy taught a class, it tended to get pretty thought-provoking. "Today we're going to be dealing with adrenaline, challenge, and victory." Much simpler topics, really.
"When looking at a story about hunting other people, it's pretty easy to judge things without sufficient context." Max shrugged slightly. "What I mean by that is that, for many people, there's no real way to really understand the allure of hunting people. Because many cultures don't have 'game' hunting traditions where you hunt not for food, or for safety, but because it is difficult and it challenges you. But within some cultures, hunting can be a lot like climbing a mountain: you do it because you want a challenge." Seemed like a waste of time to Max, but he had been accused of laziness before. Once or twice.
"Now I'm sure there's all sorts of theory about why people like challenges, and why they go out of their way to do difficult things, but rather than discuss any of that," which would require some sort of research, "I figured the best thing to do would be to let you experience it."
Which might have explained the wooded setting that the Danger Shop was set to. And the pile of paintball guns and protective gear that Max was standing next to.
"Today's activity is simple. You're going to gear up and hunt the most dangerous game." Max grinned. "Me."
"If you can hit me before I manage to touch you, you win." Otherwise, you lost. Simple as that.
Max's grin broadened slightly. "And, come on, how many of your teachers give you an opportunity to shoot them?"
He turned and trotted toward the trees. "You've got five minutes to gear up!" he called over his shoulder as he disappeared.
"When looking at a story about hunting other people, it's pretty easy to judge things without sufficient context." Max shrugged slightly. "What I mean by that is that, for many people, there's no real way to really understand the allure of hunting people. Because many cultures don't have 'game' hunting traditions where you hunt not for food, or for safety, but because it is difficult and it challenges you. But within some cultures, hunting can be a lot like climbing a mountain: you do it because you want a challenge." Seemed like a waste of time to Max, but he had been accused of laziness before. Once or twice.
"Now I'm sure there's all sorts of theory about why people like challenges, and why they go out of their way to do difficult things, but rather than discuss any of that," which would require some sort of research, "I figured the best thing to do would be to let you experience it."
Which might have explained the wooded setting that the Danger Shop was set to. And the pile of paintball guns and protective gear that Max was standing next to.
"Today's activity is simple. You're going to gear up and hunt the most dangerous game." Max grinned. "Me."
"If you can hit me before I manage to touch you, you win." Otherwise, you lost. Simple as that.
Max's grin broadened slightly. "And, come on, how many of your teachers give you an opportunity to shoot them?"
He turned and trotted toward the trees. "You've got five minutes to gear up!" he called over his shoulder as he disappeared.
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