Chronicles of the Wayward Moot

WELCOME TO THE MOOT, oh world-wanderers and word-whisperers. After two years of Peace Corps. After 2,200 miles on the Pacific Crest Trail. What. Comes. Next?


Blue Ninja vs. Red Ninja
A Photo Essay from "Loma de las Cometas" in Cuenca

Hark, I see that you are not a normal mortal but a powerful ninja warrior. We must remove our shirts and engage in battle. AIIIIIIIYYYYYY!!!

We have donned our battle turbans and will now fight to the death, as the ancient scrolls command. Your pathetic cuy style will easily fall to my superior "plastic bag whipping in the evening breeze" technique. Prepare to die! KAAAAAYAAAAAAYYYYY!!!

Hither hark whippor-will, my how the winds have changed direction. I now wield the power of the setting sun, and the "flying fist of fur" shall destroy you and your kin seven generations hence. Rejoice, for a quick death is your one remaining comfort! WoooooooHAYYYYYYY!!!

Middair foot impact! We are not strong enough to handle this power!
We both shall perish in this maelstrom of unleashed cosmic force! Oh woe!
Maybe the shockwave of destruction we release will not reach our villages, there is hope yet!
You are a fool, but there is foolish wisdom in your words. If we survive, let us be friends and travel the Earth laughing heartily at nothing.


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