It's funny, how one little thing can lead to another... Me? Well, this little thing I'm referring to is this memory I have... of when I was seven years old.
It's a fond memory of mine... one I'll tell for the entirety of my life.
See, I have a heavy preference for two-handed weapons... halberds and axes are a huge preference of those. How does this memory link into my usage of two-handed weapons? Let me tell you...
I was seven years old... on the little farm, not but a ten minute walk south of the West Gate from Bree.
My aunts and uncle from my mom's side came over one day, and I was outside playing... Of course, being seven years old, I had quite the imagination.
I went into this imaginary battle against orcs... I picked up my dad's wood-cutting axe and started to swing it around, like it was nothing... My dad was a woodworker, had that thing with him whenever he went to work and left it outside when he was at home or in town.
Anyway, as the imaginary battle ended--I won that by the way--I heard the door slam behind me. I didn't know if it was even open at all.
I found out that my aunts had come outside for something, saw me swinging the axe around, and ran back inside to tell my mom and dad.
For three years, my dad would remind me to stay away from the axe whenever we were expecting company that day; my aunts didn't come by for the same amount of time, too. I didn't understand why my dad told me to keep a distance from the axe until I was ten years old...
So yes, that is how it led to my preferred usage of two-handed weapons.
It's a kind of funny story, too; almost always gets a laugh...
