Since the boys at the GPA are banning anyone and everyone who's opinion differs from theirs and insult anyone they deem as "stupid" I thought I'd return to these boards where their is some civility between fellow Punisher fans. Anyways, here goes, any critisism is appreciated;
"All that is necessary for the triumpth of evil is for good men to do nothing." What if you aren't a good man? What if you're heart is as black and dark as the killers you hunt? These are the questions that occasionally pop up in my head from time to time. My answer; You have to have a heart in the first place for it to be dark, and mine died with my family.
My name is Frank Castle, I'm known as the Punisher, my family has been dead for nearly 37 years, I am 65 as of today.
I have spent the last three and a half decades killing, torturing, punishing, a war that has never ended.
For me to maintain this war It requires extensive physical training on a day-to-day basis, as well as routine massaging and physical therapy. I have torn ligaments in my right knee, a piece of shrapnel in my left from two years ago, not being able to get out of the way of a car bomb fast enough. I have been shot over 27 times in non-vital areas and five times in areas that have been near-fatal. I can still bench press over 325 pounds, although It is getting harder by the day it seems. I can almost maintain a full SEAL workout routine, minus all the roadwork. I have spent the past 3 months in recoup tending to a severely wounded shoulder, that is healing up with a few problems, nothing I can't handle (I tell myself). I have recently developed arthritis in my neck and TMJ in my jaw from excessive concussive force to those areas.
As far as hand-to-hand training goes, I have upped my routine in recent years. Realizing I am only getting older I have started studying heavily in Krav Maga, Aikido, and Tai Chi, each with their own advantages on teaching how to conserve and fight with varying energy. My skills with the guns are always deadly accurate, luckily my eyesight is still perfect and working with all forms of weaponry in this near-four-decade war has made using weapons as easy as breathing.
I thought that my skill, experiance, and sheer will towards preparation with all my training would be enough for what was ahead of me. What the enemy was waiting this whole time to do, waiting for me to get old, for me to loose just that half-step, because I always knew it deep down that I could not keep this war up forever...didn't I?
So theres a part from it, If anyone is interested I'll keep working on it and posting excerpts. Thanks guys!
"All that is necessary for the triumpth of evil is for good men to do nothing." What if you aren't a good man? What if you're heart is as black and dark as the killers you hunt? These are the questions that occasionally pop up in my head from time to time. My answer; You have to have a heart in the first place for it to be dark, and mine died with my family.
My name is Frank Castle, I'm known as the Punisher, my family has been dead for nearly 37 years, I am 65 as of today.
I have spent the last three and a half decades killing, torturing, punishing, a war that has never ended.
For me to maintain this war It requires extensive physical training on a day-to-day basis, as well as routine massaging and physical therapy. I have torn ligaments in my right knee, a piece of shrapnel in my left from two years ago, not being able to get out of the way of a car bomb fast enough. I have been shot over 27 times in non-vital areas and five times in areas that have been near-fatal. I can still bench press over 325 pounds, although It is getting harder by the day it seems. I can almost maintain a full SEAL workout routine, minus all the roadwork. I have spent the past 3 months in recoup tending to a severely wounded shoulder, that is healing up with a few problems, nothing I can't handle (I tell myself). I have recently developed arthritis in my neck and TMJ in my jaw from excessive concussive force to those areas.
As far as hand-to-hand training goes, I have upped my routine in recent years. Realizing I am only getting older I have started studying heavily in Krav Maga, Aikido, and Tai Chi, each with their own advantages on teaching how to conserve and fight with varying energy. My skills with the guns are always deadly accurate, luckily my eyesight is still perfect and working with all forms of weaponry in this near-four-decade war has made using weapons as easy as breathing.
I thought that my skill, experiance, and sheer will towards preparation with all my training would be enough for what was ahead of me. What the enemy was waiting this whole time to do, waiting for me to get old, for me to loose just that half-step, because I always knew it deep down that I could not keep this war up forever...didn't I?
So theres a part from it, If anyone is interested I'll keep working on it and posting excerpts. Thanks guys!
