So, I was at the civil service center this past month…
Oh, hold on a minute, this’ll require a more detailed explanation. Let’s recap the backstory since we’ve got some new folks here and the rest of you probably don’t remember.
I’m from Finland, so that means there are certain punishments one must suffer if one has been born with the dangly bits. One such punishment is universal male conscription, since this country is stuck in the myth of the Winter War hasn’t realized WW2 was nearly 70 years ago.
Since I ain’t certifiably disabled or insane enough (yet) to disqualify, I’m not exempt from this mandate. So I served some time in the army. Hated it right from the get-go, but I figured if I got through basic training I might land a relatively cushy job as a scribe or a cook or something. No such luck. My destiny was to haul 10kg missiles from A to B all the live long day. Just haul them, mind you, would never even have gotten to launch them. So I decided to tell fate to go fuck itself and walked out.
‘Course, you don’t just quit a state-given responsibility. Those who will not serve in combat will serve
on the firing line in an alternative, civilian service. Which is basically just working an ordinary job for below minimum wage.
Before one can do that, though, they must serve a month-long stint in Finland’s only training center for civil servants, Lapinjärvi. That’s what I’ve been doing this past month. Wasn’t too bad, the beds were shit, the food was so-so and since it’s the very heart of the chilling Finnish winter, it was a bit nippy too. But a bearable enough experience nevertheless.
Surprisingly enough, this story does have something to do with pony, as well. See, since the center’s the refuge of all kinds of societal rejects, there’s evidently quite a few bronies in the mix. Judging by these pictures, at least:
These were posted on various notice boards around the complex. Somebody had apparently decided the last one would look better in between two window panes instead.
The reception desk of building A had a brushable rarity in the back, there.
And finally, this was on one the cleaning closets.
Since the center is effectively a state institution, it could be extrapolated that the Finnish government has been infiltrated by bronies. We’re one step closer to world domination, gentlemen (and ladies).
There was one fellow who was quite proud to be a brony, as well. Wore a bracelet and a shirt and everything. Didn’t have a conversation with him, though. I was too busy playing D&D and drawing to bother, har har.
Speaking of, I produced quite a bit of art over there. Must have been the boredom. Anyhow, I’d like some critique, if you please:
Armour’s always been an obsession of mine. The second one’s a bit incomplete since I started it late in the evening and it started to get a bit overcomplicated for my tired eyes.
So I had a thought a while back, why not have a snake who’s empathic and kind, instead of the usual stereotype? I originally intended to have her look more vulnerable, but I kind of like how it ended up. The second one I’ve had knocking around my noggin’ for a long time. I was inspired by this song, specifically by the lines about the “raggle-taggle gypsy”. Well, she’s neither of those, but dammit, I wants to draw me some pretty freaking unicorns, and no bloody lyrics are gonna stand in my way!
And this is pretty much the culmination of my work thus far. Hell, I even did it all proper-like, with preliminary sketches and everything. I’m quite happy with how it turned out, but it’s hardly where I intend to stop. Now if I could just be a bit less lazy about it…
Oh, and as a last note, I’m making like Twilight and going to work at a library. Heh.