lucky number thirteen (black tapes podcast fic)
quick fic written in accordance to all the Black Tapes Podcast canon I know, so the first ten episodes listened to with great passion over the last 48 hours
In Strand’s life, he’s been punched thirteen times to the face (nine solidly connecting), seven of which were unpleasant but understandable. If you are compiling an account of more general attacks upon his body, the number would be closer to fifty, which sounds more dramatic than it is. Most people don’t know how to fight. Strand, by necessity, does—at least more than the average charlatan outraged at being debunked. As to how many attacks Strand deserved, it would depend on your metric. Without condoning violence as a response to indisputable science, some aggressions certainly more prompted than others. Strand understands human psychology, and the corollary to that is that he should act with some consideration of human psychology in mind. It’s small minds that believe in baseless superstition, and small minds get frightened when confronted with evidence that contradicts their beliefs. Humans on the whole prefer anger to terror, and so fear gets sublimated into aggression which in turn gets sublimated into a fist aimed at Strand’s nose. As he said—unpleasant but understandable.
“Wow,” says Alex. “If this is you being gracious, I get why people punch you so much.”