TRIED.
I wanted to be the best blacksmith in the realm. Working with metals? Fuck yeah.
Maybe I'm retarded, but I just couldn't get the hang of it.
I gathered materials, yes. I gathered crystals, ok. But when it came time to actually craft something, I just had no idea what I was doing.
I looked up the compass. I looked up moon phases. I would face north-by-northwest during a 41% waxing moon. I would sacrifice a chicken to the Allfather. I carefully put all the materials in place and
Son of a fuck.
There goes like, a bajillion Gil.
Nothing made me more pissed than botching a synthesis and losing everything I just collected.
I think the materials themselves were worth more than the item I was trying to make.
Smithing wasn't the only one I tried. I dabbled in all of them, really. I got my cooking skill up to 82 before giving up. Making pastries was brutal, but it stopped being fun when people began undercutting my sushi.
Heartless fuckers.
Seriously, I should make a Friday edition about undercutting. Which I just might do.
Yeah, I'll do that.
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