Siren's Pull

[Bigby's voice is a little harsher when he talks today, a little tighter. Older. Harder.] I'm not usually big on sharing, or storytelling, but that's exactly what I'm here to do today. Call it wild hair up my ass.

There's a place called Israel back in my world. Here's what you need to know about it: Israel is a tiny country surrounded by much larger countries dedicated to its eventual total destruction.

Israel stays alive by being a bunch of tough little bastards who make the other guys pay dearly every time they do anything against Israel. Some in the wider world constantly wail and moan about the endless cycle of violence and reprisal. But since the alternative is non-existence, the Israelis seem determined to keep at it. They have a lot of grit and iron. I'm a big fan of them.

I've done a lot of wondering this past week about what would happen if our little group adopted the Israel template in whole. You can no doubt guess that in that scenario, certain groups would play the part of the vast powers arrayed against us.

Every time they hurt us, we'd damage them much worse in return. It would always happen. Always. They would be the only ones who could end the cycle. They have entire empires to protect. Businesses, transports, research facilities. They could guard a thousand likely targets and there would still be a million ripe, unprotected targets open for a hit.

Interesting to think about.

[you've always wanted to talk with an aggravated, stressed out, lonely wolf, right? Right. In any case, the cattle Bigby gulped down last night seem to have settled enough for a post, and he has the good sense not to use his video while he's lounging half-clothed in his crappy apartment, surrounded by empty food containers and equally empty cigarette packs. His whiskey and scotch bottles are clean as a whistle. The only full things in the wolf's room are his ashtrays.

But this is voice, so you don't have to worry about that.]

Snow is gone. Wolf's case still isn't cleared yet. I need to move out of this rat hole.

There's your report for the week. Have a great fucking night.