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[quislibet]

I dreamed I was defending a small fortress from barbarian invaders last night. Somehow I was fairly high up in the chain of command. Since I have no martial skills to speak of, I just went around pointing out holes in our defenses to my underlings. I kept trying to find a laser pistol so I could do my part, since I knew the spears I had access to weren't going to do anyone much good except for the enemy when I missed my throw and thus provided them with a perfectly good spear to throw back.

Incidentally, Roman javelins were made with soft heads so that they bent on impact, and were thus useless for throwing back. I guess we didn't have that kind.