No, no, no, Masahiro, this is the WORST IDEA. Didn’t they teach you basic stalking-survival skills in grump-school?
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…so did I miss Wally?
I dunno, that’s a tough call. More visibility and mobility are nice, but fewer witnesses means easier to get jumped. Still, less chance of collateral tips the odds in it’s favor when you’ve got magic fighting superpowers that might make you crazy.
I like the idea of a grump school. Throw in some degrees and titles. Maybe when you’re in the school you’re just a Sourpuss, then you graduate and become a Grouch. You gain some experience and eventually become a full-fledged Grump. Finally, after having yourself trained up a few sourpusses, you reach the pinnacle of grumpiness, and are awarded with the majestic title of CURMUDGEON! Oh, happy day!
But it is cut short. What a tragedy! For you smiled, and now, you are forever cast out of the Grump Guild, your whippersnapper thumping hand cut off, and you are cursed with the Blues! Now you must wander the earth being extra grumpy, until such time you complete the penance for your cheerfulness! Or until you’re absolved by the ghost of Anthony Maggio, whichever comes first. If only that wind shrine priest had been a harmonica player!