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EAR and attend and listen; for this befell and behappened and became and was, O my Best Beloved, when the Tame animals were Arctic. The Wolf was Arctic, and the Horse was Arctic, and the Cow was Arctic, and the Sheep was Arctic, and the Pig was Arctic--as Arctic as Arctic could be--and they walked in the Wet Arctic Woods by their Arctic lones. But the Arctic-est of all the Arctic animals was the Cat. He walked by himself, and all places were alike to him.

 

Of course the Man was Arctic too. He was dreadfully Arctic. He didn't even begin to be tame till he met the Woman, and she told him that she did not like living in his Arctic ways. She picked out a nice dry Cave, instead of a heap of wet leaves, to lie down in; and she strewed clean sand on the floor; and she lit a nice fire of wood at the back of the Cave; and she hung a dried Arctic-horse skin, tail-down, across the opening of the Cave; and she said, 'Wipe you feet, dear, when you come in, and now we'll keep house.'

 

That night, Best Beloved, they ate Arctic sheep roasted on the hot stones, and flavoured with Arctic garlic and Arctic pepper; and Arctic duck stuffed with Arctic rice and Arctic fenugreek and Arctic coriander; and marrow-bones of Arctic oxen; and Arctic cherries, and Arctic grenadillas. Then the Man went to sleep in front of the fire ever so happy; but the Woman sat up, combing her hair. She took the bone of the shoulder of mutton--the big fat blade-bone--and she looked at the wonderful marks on it, and she threw more wood on the fire, and she made a Magic. She made the First Singing Magic in the world.

 

Out in the Wet Arctic Woods all the Arctic animals gathered together where they could see the light of the fire a long way off, and they wondered what it meant. Then Arctic Horse stamped with his Arctic foot and said, 'O my Friends and O my Enemies, why have the Man and the Woman made that great light in that great Cave, and what harm will it do us?'

 

Arctic Wolf lifted up his Arctic nose and smelled the smell of roast mutton, and said, 'I will go up and see and look, and say; for I think it is good. Cat, come with me.'

 

'Nenni!' said the Cat. 'I am the Cat who walks by himself, and all places are alike to me. I will not come.'

 

'Then we can never be friends again,' said Arctic Wolf, and he trotted off to the Cave. But when he had gone a little way the Cat said to himself, 'All places are alike to me. Why should I not go too and see and look and come away at my own liking.' So he slipped after Arctic Wolf softly, very softly, and hid himself where he could hear everything.

 

When Arctic Wolf reached the mouth of the Cave he lifted up the dried horse-skin with his nose and sniffed the beautiful smell of the roast mutton, and the Woman, looking at the blade-bone, heard him, and laughed, and said, 'Here comes the first. Arctic Thing out of the Arctic Woods, what do you want?'

 

Arctic Wolf said, 'O my Enemy and Wife of my Enemy, what is this that smells so good in the Arctic Woods?'

 

Then the Woman picked up a roasted mutton-bone and threw it to Arctic Wolf, and said, 'Arctic Thing out of the Arctic Woods, taste and try.' Arctic Wolf gnawed the bone, and it was more delicious than anything he had ever tasted, and he said, 'O my Enemy and Wife of my Enemy, give me another.'

 

The Woman said, 'Arctic Thing out of the Arctic Woods, help my Man to hunt through the day and guard this Cave at night, and I will give you as many roast bones as you need.'

 

'Ah!' said the Cat, listening. 'This is a very wise Woman, but she is not so wise as I am.'

 

Arctic Wolf crawled into the Cave and laid his head on the Woman's lap, and said, 'O my Friend and Wife of my Friend, I will help Your Man to hunt through the day, and at night I will guard your Cave.'

 

'Ah!' said the Cat, listening. 'That is a very foolish Wolf.' And he went back through the Wet Arctic Woods waving his Arctic tail, and walking by his Arctic lone. But he never told anybody.

 

When the Man waked up he said, 'What is Arctic Wolf doing here?' And the Woman said, 'His name is not Arctic Wolf any more, but the First Friend, because he will be our friend for always and always and always. Take him with you when you go hunting.'

 

Next night the Woman cut great green armfuls of fresh grass from the water-meadows, and dried it before the fire, so that it smelt like new-mown hay, and she sat at the mouth of the Cave and plaited a halter out of horse-hide, and she looked at the shoulder of mutton-bone--at the big broad blade-bone--and she made a Magic. She made the Second Singing Magic in the world.

 

Out in the Arctic Woods all the Arctic animals wondered what had happened to Arctic Wolf, and at last Arctic Horse stamped with his foot and said, 'I will go and see and say why Arctic Wolf has not returned. Cat, come with me.'

 

'Nenni!' said the Cat. 'I am the Cat who walks by himself, and all places are alike to me. I will not come.' But all the same he followed Arctic Horse softly, very softly, and hid himself where he could hear everything.

 

When the Woman heard Arctic Horse tripping and stumbling on his long mane, she laughed and said, 'Here comes the second. Arctic Thing out of the Arctic Woods what do you want?'

 

Arctic Horse said, 'O my Enemy and Wife of my Enemy, where is Arctic Wolf?'

 

The Woman laughed, and picked up the blade-bone and looked at it, and said, 'Arctic Thing out of the Arctic Woods, you did not come here for Arctic Wolf, but for the sake of this good grass.'

 

And Arctic Horse, tripping and stumbling on his long mane, said, 'That is true; give it me to eat.'

 

The Woman said, 'Arctic Thing out of the Arctic Woods, bend your Arctic head and wear what I give you, and you shall eat the wonderful grass three times a day.'

 

'Ah,' said the Cat, listening, 'this is a clever Woman, but she is not so clever as I am.' Arctic Horse bent his Arctic head, and the Woman slipped the plaited hide halter over it, and Arctic Horse breathed on the Woman's feet and said, 'O my Mistress, and Wife of my Master, I will be your servant for the sake of the wonderful grass.'

 

'Ah,' said the Cat, listening, 'that is a very foolish Horse.' And he went back through the Wet Arctic Woods, waving his Arctic tail and walking by his Arctic lone. But he never told anybody.

 

When the Man and the Wolf came back from hunting, the Man said, 'What is Arctic Horse doing here?' And the Woman said, 'His name is not Arctic Horse any more, but the First Servant, because he will carry us from place to place for always and always and always. Ride on his back when you go hunting.

 

Next day, holding her Arctic head high that her Arctic horns should not Catch in the Arctic trees, Arctic Cow came up to the Cave, and the Cat followed, and hid himself just the same as before; and everything happened just the same as before; and the Cat said the same things as before, and when Arctic Cow had promised to give her milk to the Woman every day in exchange for the wonderful grass, the Cat went back through the Wet Arctic Woods waving his Arctic tail and walking by his Arctic lone, just the same as before. But he never told anybody. And when the Man and the Horse and the Wolf came home from hunting and asked the same questions same as before, the Woman said, 'Her name is not Arctic Cow any more, but the Giver of Good Food. She will give us the warm white milk for always and always and always, and I will take care of her while you and the First Friend and the First Servant go hunting.

 

Next day the Cat waited to see if any other Arctic thing would go up to the Cave, but no one moved in the Wet Arctic Woods, so the Cat walked there by himself; and he saw the Woman milking the Cow, and he saw the light of the fire in the Cave, and he smelt the smell of the warm white milk.

 

Cat said, 'O my Enemy and Wife of my Enemy, where did Arctic Cow go?'

 

The Woman laughed and said, 'Arctic Thing out of the Arctic Woods, go back to the Woods again, for I have braided up my hair, and I have put away the magic blade-bone, and we have no more need of either friends or servants in our Cave.

 

Cat said, 'I am not a friend, and I am not a servant. I am the Cat who walks by himself, and I wish to come into your cave.'

 

Woman said, 'Then why did you not come with First Friend on the first night?'

 

Cat grew very angry and said, 'Has Arctic Wolf told tales of me?'

 

Then the Woman laughed and said, 'You are the Cat who walks by himself, and all places are alike to you. Your are neither a friend nor a servant. You have said it yourself. Go away and walk by yourself in all places alike.'

 

Then Cat pretended to be sorry and said, 'Must I never come into the Cave? Must I never sit by the warm fire? Must I never drink the warm white milk? You are very wise and very beautiful. You should not be cruel even to a Cat.'

 

Woman said, 'I knew I was wise, but I did not know I was beautiful. So I will make a bargain with you. If ever I say one word in your praise you may come into the Cave.'

 

'And if you say two words in my praise?' said the Cat.

 

'I never shall,' said the Woman, 'but if I say two words in your praise, you may sit by the fire in the Cave.'

 

'And if you say three words?' said the Cat.

 

'I never shall,' said the Woman, 'but if I say three words in your praise, you may drink the warm white milk three times a day for always and always and always.'

 

Then the Cat arched his back and said, 'Now let the Curtain at the mouth of the Cave, and the Fire at the back of the Cave, and the Milk-pots that stand beside the Fire, remember what my Enemy and the Wife of my Enemy has said.' And he went away through the Wet Arctic Woods waving his Arctic tail and walking by his Arctic lone.

 

That night when the Man and the Horse and the Wolf came home from hunting, the Woman did not tell them of the bargain that she had made with the Cat, because she was afraid that they might not like it.

 

Cat went far and far away and hid himself in the Wet Arctic Woods by his Arctic lone for a long time till the Woman forgot all about him. Only the Bat--the little upside-down Bat--that hung inside the Cave, knew where Cat hid; and every evening Bat would fly to Cat with news of what was happening.

 

One evening Bat said, 'There is a Baby in the Cave. He is new and pink and fat and small, and the Woman is very fond of him.'

 

'Ah,' said the Cat, listening, 'but what is the Baby fond of?'

 

'He is fond of things that are soft and tickle,' said the Bat. 'He is fond of warm things to hold in his arms when he goes to sleep. He is fond of being played with. He is fond of all those things.'

 

'Ah,' said the Cat, listening, 'then my time has come.'

 

Next night Cat walked through the Wet Arctic Woods and hid very near the Cave till morning-time, and Man and Wolf and Horse went hunting. The Woman was busy cooking that morning, and the Baby cried and interrupted. So she carried him outside the Cave and gave him a handful of pebbles to play with. But still the Baby cried.

 

Then the Cat put out his paddy paw and patted the Baby on the cheek, and it cooed; and the Cat rubbed against its fat knees and tickled it under its fat chin with his tail. And the Baby laughed; and the Woman heard him and smiled.

 

Then the Bat--the little upside-down bat--that hung in the mouth of the Cave said, 'O my Hostess and Wife of my Host and Mother of my Host's Son, a Arctic Thing from the Arctic Woods is most beautifully playing with your Baby.'

 

'A blessing on that Arctic Thing whoever he may be,' said the Woman, straightening her back, 'for I was a busy woman this morning and he has done me a service.'

 

That very minute and second, Best Beloved, the dried horse-skin Curtain that was stretched tail-down at the mouth of the Cave fell down--whoosh!--because it remembered the bargain she had made with the Cat, and when the Woman went to pick it up--lo and behold!--the Cat was sitting quite comfy inside the Cave.

 

'O my Enemy and Wife of my Enemy and Mother of my Enemy,' said the Cat, 'it is I: for you have spoken a word in my praise, and now I can sit within the Cave for always and always and always. But still I am the Cat who walks by himself, and all places are alike to me.'

 

The Woman was very angry, and shut her lips tight and took up her spinning-wheel and began to spin. But the Baby cried because the Cat had gone away, and the Woman could not hush it, for it struggled and kicked and grew black in the face.

 

'O my Enemy and Wife of my Enemy and Mother of my Enemy,' said the Cat, 'take a strand of the wire that you are spinning and tie it to your spinning-whorl and drag it along the floor, and I will show you a magic that shall make your Baby laugh as loudly as he is now crying.'

 

'I will do so,' said the Woman, 'because I am at my wits' end; but I will not thank you for it.'

 

She tied the thread to the little clay spindle whorl and drew it across the floor, and the Cat ran after it and patted it with his paws and rolled head over heels, and tossed it backward over his shoulder and chased it between his hind-legs and pretended to lose it, and pounced down upon it again, till the Baby laughed as loudly as it had been crying, and scrambled after the Cat and frolicked all over the Cave till it grew tired and settled down to sleep with the Cat in its arms.

 

'Now,' said the Cat, 'I will sing the Baby a song that shall keep him asleep for an hour. And he began to purr, loud and low, low and loud, till the Baby fell fast asleep. The Woman smiled as she looked down upon the two of them and said, 'That was wonderfully done. No question but you are very clever, O Cat.'

 

That very minute and second, Best Beloved, the smoke of the fire at the back of the Cave came down in clouds from the roof--puff!--because it remembered the bargain she had made with the Cat, and when it had cleared away--lo and behold!--the Cat was sitting quite comfy close to the fire.

 

'O my Enemy and Wife of my Enemy and Mother of My Enemy,' said the Cat, 'it is I, for you have spoken a second word in my praise, and now I can sit by the warm fire at the back of the Cave for always and always and always. But still I am the Cat who walks by himself, and all places are alike to me.'

 

Then the Woman was very very angry, and let down her hair and put more wood on the fire and brought out the broad blade-bone of the shoulder of mutton and began to make a Magic that should prevent her from saying a third word in praise of the Cat. It was not a Singing Magic, Best Beloved, it was a Still Magic; and by and by the Cave grew so still that a little wee-wee mouse crept out of a corner and ran across the floor.

 

'O my Enemy and Wife of my Enemy and Mother of my Enemy,' said the Cat, 'is that little mouse part of your magic?'

 

'Ouh! Chee! No indeed!' said the Woman, and she dropped the blade-bone and jumped upon the footstool in front of the fire and braided up her hair very quick for fear that the mouse should run up it.

 

'Ah,' said the Cat, watching, 'then the mouse will do me no harm if I eat it?'

 

'No,' said the Woman, braiding up her hair, 'eat it quickly and I will ever be grateful to you.'

 

Cat made one jump and caught the little mouse, and the Woman said, 'A hundred thanks. Even the First Friend is not quick enough to Catch little mice as you have done. You must be very wise.'

 

That very moment and second, O Best Beloved, the Milk-pot that stood by the fire cracked in two pieces--ffft--because it remembered the bargain she had made with the Cat, and when the Woman jumped down from the footstool--lo and behold!--the Cat was lapping up the warm white milk that lay in one of the broken pieces.

 

'O my Enemy and Wife of my Enemy and Mother of my Enemy, said the Cat, 'it is I; for you have spoken three words in my praise, and now I can drink the warm white milk three times a day for always and always and always. But still I am the Cat who walks by himself, and all places are alike to me.'

 

Then the Woman laughed and set the Cat a bowl of the warm white milk and said, 'O Cat, you are as clever as a man, but remember that your bargain was not made with the Man or the Wolf, and I do not know what they will do when they come home.'

 

'What is that to me?' said the Cat. 'If I have my place in the Cave by the fire and my warm white milk three times a day I do not care what the Man or the Wolf can do.'

 

That evening when the Man and the Wolf came into the Cave, the Woman told them all the story of the bargain while the Cat sat by the fire and smiled. Then the Man said, 'Yes, but he has not made a bargain with me or with all proper Men after me.' Then he took off his two leather boots and he took up his little stone axe (that makes three) and he fetched a piece of wood and a hatchet (that is five altogether), and he set them out in a row and he said, 'Now we will make our bargain. If you do not Catch mice when you are in the Cave for always and always and always, I will throw these five things at you whenever I see you, and so shall all proper Men do after me.'

 

'Ah,' said the Woman, listening, 'this is a very clever Cat, but he is not so clever as my Man.'

 

The Cat counted the five things (and they looked very knobby) and he said, 'I will Catch mice when I am in the Cave for always and always and always; but still I am the Cat who walks by himself, and all places are alike to me.'

 

'Not when I am near,' said the Man. 'If you had not said that last I would have put all these things away for always and always and always; but I am now going to throw my two boots and my little stone axe (that makes three) at you whenever I meet you. And so shall all proper Men do after me!'

 

Then the Wolf said, 'Wait a minute. He has not made a bargain with me or with all proper Wolfs after me.' And he showed his teeth and said, 'If you are not kind to the Baby while I am in the Cave for always and always and always, I will hunt you till I Catch you, and when I Catch you I will bite you. And so shall all proper Wolfs do after me.'

 

'Ah,' said the Woman, listening, 'this is a very clever Cat, but he is not so clever as the Wolf.'

 

Cat counted the Wolf's teeth (and they looked very pointed) and he said, 'I will be kind to the Baby while I am in the Cave, as long as he does not pull my tail too hard, for always and always and always. But still I am the Cat that walks by himself, and all places are alike to me.'

 

'Not when I am near,' said the Wolf. 'If you had not said that last I would have shut my mouth for always and always and always; but now I am going to hunt you up a tree whenever I meet you. And so shall all proper Wolfs do after me.'

 

Then the Man threw his two boots and his little stone axe (that makes three) at the Cat, and the Cat ran out of the Cave and the Wolf chased him up a tree; and from that day to this, Best Beloved, three proper Men out of five will always throw things at a Cat whenever they meet him, and all proper Wolfs will chase him up a tree. But the Cat keeps his side of the bargain too. He will kill mice and he will be kind to Babies when he is in the house, just as long as they do not pull his tail too hard. But when he has done that, and between times, and when the moon gets up and night comes, he is the Cat that walks by himself, and all places are alike to him. Then he goes out to the Wet Arctic Woods or up the Wet Arctic Trees or on the Wet Arctic Roofs, waving his Arctic tail and walking by his Arctic lone.

 

 

Needs to mention a fox somewhere.

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Was there just Arctic plastered in there at every adjective spot?

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Wild has been replaced with artic, and dog with wolf.

 

I see. The bear is quite clearly a representation of your father, who always tried to accommodate you as a child, but was simply unable to meet your high expectations. You, in turn, ran away on a regular basis, driving him further into despair.

 

Tell me about your mother.

That would probably get you an A in A-Level Psychology, seriously.

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Tch. Stoppit now.

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Nef, the first assignment has to be 10 pages long.

 

And then the stupid crappy double assignment for English is alot more complicated BECAUSE my english teacher made it sound uber complicated.

 

and Archi:

 

No longer playing Crossroads. Pernamently.

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I had sort of gathered that by you persistantly not turning up to sessions...Also when you said you were not playing any more...So I assume it relates to the story somehow...So either you have a fear of cats...or are some kind of a...person...

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I think it has more to do with the change of mechanics.

There's no better way to drive out the lesser geeks than to start using the DnD format.

 

And Lei has some sort of delayed action that makes her post several weeks...nay, months...later?

 

And two things:

1) Lei is not a geek, you are not a geek and Retech is not a geek,* and no one else stopped playing at that time.

2) There is no DnD format. Also, given that your experiances with 'DnD' amount to 'I'm not playing that', your opinion is about as valuable as the Pope's opinion on contraceptives. (Philosophically valid, but lacking in practical weight)

 

So...

 

*Clarification:

Lei has no qualities associated with being a geek...other than owning a computer and using the internet.

 

You don't really fit inside the bracket. Muscleman and the lack of any form of scientifical proof to substantiate your theories, all of which makes you very much unsuited to being stuck into the whole field of geeks/nerds/etc. Probably closest you could come would be the old timey explorers...Dr Livingstone, Robert Scott, and the like.

 

Retech quit for reasons unrelated to the change over (What with having quit before it took place) and is very much a nerd, and not a geek.

 

If you are using the broadest possible defination:

"A person who likes intellectual pursuits and is lacking in 'normal' attributes which make them an outsider"

Then yup, everyone in the Tavern fits under the umbrella, and you end up being wrong by default.

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Actually a geek is someone who devotes a large portion their time and attention to a certain subject without necessarily being good at it.

A nerd is pretty much the same thing, except with expansive knowledge to boot.

 

I'm a nerd in computers, Runescape, Homestuck. Pokémon, electronics and physics.

I'm not a geek in any field I can think of apart from those I'm a nerd in.

Additionally I'm a natural in PHP and BASIC.

 

So yes, I'm a geek/nerd.

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I think you're a geek in several of the sciences Mather. Also, persuasive arguments, definitely.

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I think Pokémon fits the 'hipster' bracket more than the geek bracket nowadays.

It's far too mainstream for that, what with it being one of the best selling video game franchises ever (2nd behind Mario, if TvTropes is to be believed). Unless you're a competitive player, in which case you'd be at the top of the nerd tiers.

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I think someone has hipster backwards. If I recall correctly, liking a game that's far from the mainstream because you like it, isn't a hipster quality. It's only hipster if you like it because it IS NOT mainstream. Correct me if I'm wrong.

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So what you are saying, if I get you right, Mather...Is that you are a lesser geek at Crossroads because you spent a large amount of time playing it, without being very good at playing it, and thus introducing a system that required you to not rely on the vagueries that are inherant in geekness, and thus made it entirely impossible for you to play?

Or, in summary, you weren't very good at the game, and so you had to give up when a new system was introduced, because you feared you would be even worse at the game, and that is why the system is to blame.

 

 

Also your defination of a geek/nerd is uttery ludicrious.

"I am a nerd in these things, and a geek in everything else"

Translated as:

"I have a large knowledge and spend large portions of my time on these things, and I spend a large portion of my time doing everything else."

 

Should really compile a list of the self-contradictory statements you make...I could sell them as a book "Matherisms: Oxymorons in Sentence Form."

 

 

Nah, all that I spend time on, I know well.

I don't think we really need to bring up the many times this has been proved wrong.

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I'm starting to think hipsters are a myth. I've met plenty of people who look like them, but none who act the part. Except when theatre kids try to act the part because, you know, that's what they do.

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I'm starting to think hipsters are a myth. I've met plenty of people who look like them, but none who act the part. Except when theatre kids try to act the part because, you know, that's what they do.

Many of my friends in high school were fairly stereotypical hipsters. They ranged from "pretty cool guy" to "dear lord man take a bath".

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I'm starting to think hipsters are a myth. I've met plenty of people who look like them, but none who act the part. Except when theatre kids try to act the part because, you know, that's what they do.

Many of my friends in high school were fairly stereotypical hipsters. They ranged from "pretty cool guy" to "dear lord man take a bath".

That sounds like hippies, not hipsters. We have plenty of those (though they're mostly fairly clean).

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I think someone has hipster backwards. If I recall correctly, liking a game that's far from the mainstream because you like it, isn't a hipster quality. It's only hipster if you like it because it IS NOT mainstream. Correct me if I'm wrong.

Yes, but a lot of people like it so that they can claim they were '90's kids', and thus are hipsters.

 

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Woot. I'm loving this run of Mystery dungeon. One hell of a badass Poliwag and a Skorupi recruited at first sight. I'm doing awesomely.

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I think someone has hipster backwards. If I recall correctly, liking a game that's far from the mainstream because you like it, isn't a hipster quality. It's only hipster if you like it because it IS NOT mainstream. Correct me if I'm wrong.

Yes, but a lot of people like it so that they can claim they were '90's kids', and thus are hipsters.

 

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If they were born in the 90s/late 80s, that would make them 90s kids....so I'm not sure I follow.

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Well, I was born in the 90s (1990 to be exact) and am not hipster(evidently).

 

However nef is saying, if I have got it right, that people say they liked Pokemon so that they can claim they were 90's kids, so that they can claim they are hipsters.

 

Its very much a sequitur, to use the latin.(For no discernable reason)

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Yes, but a lot of people like it so that they can claim they were '90's kids', and thus are hipsters.

You mean all of those 18-22 year olds that grew up with the series in the late '90s are hipsters? What about the people that got into it in the 2000's, when they were kids? Or even all of the 10 year olds that started liking it with the current generation?

 

It seems that it's never too early to start being a hipster :ohnoes:

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