Let me tell you about what me dad had me do when I was a wee little child. My dad forced me to run 30 kilometers each morning. With scissors. And he was constantly punching me in the face as I ran too! He wanted me to grow up to be very strong and had me do all sorts of crazy things. Of course, kids have it easier nowaday, it ain't like the old days...
Indeed! the older days were harder
My Father forced me to beat up my brothers before breakfast, lift 10 rocks and carry him back to the hut! After that I was forced to eat old Pork while doing situps with my sisters sitting on my arms
Kids have it easy thise days
Oh, that barely scratches the surface of what me own father did. Once, he had me wrestle with this bear until I killed it and then had me run while carrying the corpse for half an hour. When the time was out he immediately told me to hurl the bear for 30 meters. I had to keep running to the bear and carry it back until I got it right!
Ha! Luxery, on the afternnoone I had to hunt down 5 clehoffs and kill them with nothing but a rusty Iron dagger that we use to spread butter on the bread. After that, I had to carry them to a pile at a random location every day and skin them alone. After that, make a dress out of the Fur that my father gave to my Mother, if she did not like them he whould throw me off a cliff!
My father rarely spoke to me, and cared not for training. Indeed, I think the lack of a male role model has affected me somewhat - I wear frilly dresses and keep telling myself that I'm a pretty orc.
Ahem. Apologies, you may resume your phallus-measuring contest. I... did not mean to intrude.
My father was a mean sonovabitch. He wanted me to become a choir boy at the catholic church down the street.
/childhoodtrauma ;D
My father was rather nice actually!
I had to carry an elephant around all day every day but at least I got to do it covered in oil being all shiny!
My father beat me to death with a human leg because i couldn`t cleave it clean from one swing. I was 9 years old and that damn sword of his was too damn heavy. It helped me alot. Back at the boar farm i did all the head cutting. I felt soo proud. He didn`t. So he beat me with half a boar`s carcas and made me fight a huge quilboar while he laughed his ass off telling me "It`s harder ha when pigs fight back". I`d like to mention that i had no armour or weapons while the dman pig was fully plated and wielded a huge axe. But i ain`t mad... nooo......
You try having to run trough whole nagrand, while wearing 10 talbuks on your shoulders and having worgs behind you! And that at 8 years old!
When I got in to my teen years things really got hard
I had to cut down a dussin trees using only my nails and build a new huge hut from it every morning! And if my mother was not satefied with the style of the hut my Father whould burry me alive. After I had dug myself out of the ground I was forced to hunt down a gronn to get dinner to eat, this of course being only on weekends, those were the easy days