ROB gives you mad skills! But at a cost, since he's a dick. Your skills come at the loss of the physical attributes needed for it. So... (non-exhaustive list) Master martial artist? Sure! But one good punch will lay you out and you can't return the favour. Dancer? Poor kinesthetic sense for you. Parkour? You lack the agility and flexibility to navigate the obstacles. What do you pick, if at all?
You'll be miserable as everything becomes too easy and you get bored and depressed. I, on the other hand, am incapable of being unhappy.
And without sadness to compare it to, soon happiness loses all meaning. You will long for nothing but despair, forcing yourself to take depressant after depressant, wishing for those wonderful and vital emotions you once had. Soon you will either take your own life in a fit of happy madness. Since you know, apparently we're deconstructing everyone's choices. I chose flight.
That makes absolutely no sense. Wanting something I can't have and being depressed about it IS being unhappy.
You know you could become the Happy serial killer with that pick and possibly do other stupid things like kill yourself as you are in no sense thinking straight?
I like living. Therefore, I won't kill myself. Or endanger my life. As for other people, I don't care about them.
It's likely your happiness will fade into empty bliss over time. You won't be anything but happy, but you also wont have any motivation or real desire. I think I would pick something significantly esoteric, like Running a Hedgefund, or Divine Magic, or Conjuration with the hope that my "lack of skill" opens up some new avenue anyway. Alternatively something like Martial Arts, since strength and stamina can be trained. Having something like a woefully undersized Mana Pool or Magicka Score means I do still have those, and if it's manifests more as something like having -100/100 Conjuration skill, hypothetically I'd still be able to learn, say, Alteration or Destruction.
Yes, and? I'm happy. That's the goal. Of everything. EVER. Sex? Makes you happy. Drugs? Make you happy. Power? Makes you happy.
You become the most skilled fighter ace that the skies have ever known, capable of destroying the Red Baron, his flying circus, Maverick and Wedge Antilles all at once. You also become so fucking fat that no aviation craft is capable of lifting off to take you to the skies.
Don't you mean "lack of power"? It's skill you have plenty of, but you're lacking in the attributes, physical or otherwise, that let you actually put that skill to use.
What happens if we pick something that doesn't have any particular physical requirements? For example, if I choose software development skills, do I get struck down with Locked-In Syndrome?
You don't have wings. Oh, wait, you already don't have wings (but you didn't know how to fly with the wings you don't have before).
I'd put it down to you becoming so physically weak that sitting down and working a computer tires you out big time. If so, you're better off wishing for something outrageous and not being very good at it, then 'playing it safe' and ending up even worse.
I choose Failure as my specialization....because being awesome will counteract depression...and even if it doesn't depression isn't something I'm new too...
