First, a disclaimer. I’m an avowed pacifist. But I’m also not one to say ‘no thanks, I’d rather just stay here drinking fine wine and reading by the fire’ when a new experience is on offer.
So it was that I found myself on a hillside in New Zealand shooting at what the experts assured me is a very impressive clay pigeon shooting range. Poor clay pigeons. No wonder you don’t see them in the wild any more. 🤣
I was feeling a tad anxious with the launch of The Emerald Tablet looming, and an excursion to fire shooty things seemed like a very good idea. Anyway, as it turns out, I’m a pretty danged good shot. Why… and how? Possibly latent aggression. Certainly something to do with an intrinsically competitive nature (damned if I was going to let all those blokes beat me). But I credit it to many hours spent with my son shooting zombies 🧟♀️ on Call of Duty.
Seems Playstation might actually be of some practical use, after all. Particularly when the zombie apocalypse arrives. You definitely want me on your side.
Meaghan Wilson Anastasios 