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Originally Posted by JohnPaulB
Why, in my day, we had stone tablets hinged with whalebone and covered in redwood bark. We had to cart them around in wheelbarrows.
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You had
wheelbarrows? Luxury, sheer luxury. In my day every morning the wizard guild's deranged zombie, whose brain had seen better days, would tattoo each wizard's genitals with the spells needed for the day, using a knobbly three-handed club-staff and a blunt trident. We had to cast every spell so the tattoo disappeared, but we couldn't use our hands, no, we had to use sphincter gestures. And if a trace of the tattoo remained by elevenses the whole town would know you'd been slacking and they'd storm your home with burning torches and pitchforks and decapitate the lot of you with a rusty agricultural implement we never did definitely identify. And magicians these days think they have it hard...