Bill o'reilly killing series
Odd Future Wolf Gang
2012.03.04 07:52 Odd Future Wolf Gang
Appreciating the art, music, culture, and influence of Odd Future. Also fuck Bill O'Reilly
2011.07.16 01:55 koskenkorva I hate when..
2014.07.20 17:06 molehill_mountaineer Smart people answering dumb questions, dumb people answering smart questions
Videos of people who are in over their head in conversations and being made aware of that fact. Think Stephen Hawking explaining tides to Bill O'Reilly.
2023.06.04 06:46 steviecarn Look at my horrible taste
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2023.06.04 06:44 ClassicMovies1945 Bang Bang
Got the kill bill sound track stuck in my head while watching season 6 of our thing. If this happened to Tony B (since he could make fun of T) he would have changed to lyrics to:
Bang bang, he shot you down
Bang bang, you hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, your uncle shot you down
PS: Nancy Sinatra sang the song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OEFa4ztm9P0
Anyways $4 a pound!
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Bang bang, he shot you down
Bang bang, you hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, your uncle shot you down
PS: Nancy Sinatra sang the song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OEFa4ztm9P0
Anyways $4 a pound!
2023.06.04 06:13 No_Bread944 Bout to delve into this shorty, thoughts?
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2023.06.04 06:11 TheSmogmonsterZX The Daughter that Follows - Chapter 27 - Reunited - Part 3
Link:“My Dad is my hero.”
Harry Connick, Jr.
The Daughter that Follows
Chapter 27
Reunited
Part 3
Anna’s barriers flared to life and she felt Hong Long try to push through.
“No, we don't want to scare them any worse than they are.” Anna said telepathically as she felt the creature’s jaws begin to squeeze down on her barriers.
She felt Hong Long strain against her will then finally push through and form in front of her. The dragon roared and slammed into the beast, coiling and restraining the struggling creature. Then it looked in the direction of Alan. Anna followed her tulpa’s gaze.
Alan Quain was casually holding the moth of the Indominous Rex shut, the creature was now forcefully crouched and clearly in a submissive stance. He was patting its side and soothing it with comforting words and a telepathic reassurance. He looked over at Anna briefly and nodded to the other one which was currently trying to bite into Hong Long, which was proving fruitless as the tulpa’s skin was near impenetrable to a mundane creature. Anna, however, was getting the feeling of bites all over her body.
She sighed and walked over to the dinosaur, near enough to its snapping jaws, but more than just out of range. She focused and soon she was in it’s mind. He was a furious and aggressive creature, made even more aggressive by a lifetime of shocks from batons and drugs from guns. She saw his only solace was his sister who was now being casually restrained by something it saw as food. Anna reached out mentally and hugged the creature in its mind. To the dinosaur’s perspective though it was now very tiny compared to Anna’s mental form. She tried her best to comfort it, but it was continually lashing out. Soon though, her father joined her and pulled her away. The dinosaur soon fell into a deep sleep.
“They’ll have to be quarantined in the old Bio-Syn sanctuary, but we don’t have to end them.” Alan said. “This one is going to be a problem unless he’s asleep though.”
“People suck.” Anna sniffled.
Alan nodded. “We can, but we can also...”
“Be better.” Anna nodded. “Kratos wasn’t a subtle teacher.”
Alan laughed, “You’d be surprised.”
“So what now?” Anna asked.
“I contacted Billy, they’ll be here for pickup in the morning. Then they go to the sanctuary and we go back to the camp for a bit. Until then I’ll keep him in a deep sleep, his sister won’t be too much of an issue, she’s calmer, but she’s gonna need to eat.” Alan said as he looked to Hong Long, “Think you can help out there?”
Hong Long snorted and nodded, then looked at Anna.
Anna smiled and nodded. “Thank you.”
Hong Long made a series of mumbles and nudged Anna’s head.
“Go get her something good to eat. Like a big crocodile or something.” Anna smiled and patted him on the head.
The tulpa dragon flew off.
Alan made camp and Anna helped. By the time they had finished Hong Long had returned and put an overly large snake by the Rex’s mouth.
“Well that’s a fucking huge anaconda.” Alan sighed as purple flashed around the area of their camp.
“Something we should worry about?” Anna asked.
Alan shrugged. “Potentially, there are realities where anacondas just get absurdly large and eat people.”
Anna’s eyes went wide.
“I doubt this is one of those worlds, but for all I know someone de-extincted the Titanboa.” Alan huffed and added, “Again.”
“Again?!” Anna almost shrieked.
“I thought you loved all animals.” Alan laughed.
“I do, but who keeps making these clones and why?” Anna stomped her foot on the ground as Hong Long shrunk down and coiled over her shoulder.
“Rich assholes wanting to make more money by selling a ‘perfect weapon’.” Alan sighed. “Story doesn’t change much honestly. Psionic soldier. Cloned dinosaur. Engineered Dinosaur. Ancient Snake. They always want to exploit something, there’s always a Looten Plunder.”
“Okay, was that a name?” Anna asked.
“Ah, you didn’t get to meet The Planeteers, that’s right.” Alan sighed and shook his head. “We’ll go find a world of theirs, you’d get along with all of them. But yeah it's the name of an asshole whose only goal is to exploit nature for money. Also hires a very lethal mercenary I tend to have to kill.”
“Yikes.” Anna said as she sat down and began to stroke Hong Long like a very long and reptilian cat.
“The Planteers were 5 kids recruited by a very literal spirit of the Earth, Gaia. They’re not soldiers and were never meant to be, their entire purpose is education and enlightenment. But they weren’t left defenseless. They each got a magic ring, four with the classic elements and the fifth is heart, which is kinda like telepathy but more here...” He tapped his chest. “If they really get pressed, which happens to them a lot because they're teens and they’re fighting psychotic, sometimes super villain adults, they can combine the powers to make...” He gestured in the air and the illusion of a blue skinned man with teal hair and red suit-like parts on his body appeared, “Captain Planet.”
“Nice mullet.” Anna snickered.
“He likes it.” Alan laughed. “He loves those kids, I try to remember that when I’m in their worlds.”
Anna nodded as she watched the image. “He has the heart of a hero.”
Alan laughed, “Filling those shoes already?”
“I think it’s because the other part of my base is already there.” Anna said. “I’m just waiting on you.”
“Well now we’re just waiting on each other.” Alan smirked. “Get some sleep. I got the watch. Need to keep the big boy asleep anyway.”
Anna nodded and walked into her tent, “Hong Long keep him some company for a bit please?”
Hong Long nodded coiled around Alan’s waist, waiting to be patted.
“Oh no, you don’t fool me.” Alan smiled as he pulled out some cards. “Come on, a game or two.”
Hong Long wrinkled his nose and snorted but coiled his lower body in such a way that it made a flat enough surface to play a game of cards.
Anna woke up to the sound of metal clanging against metal. Slowly she walked out of her tent and saw that her father was loading the male Indominous Rex into a holding sling. The female was actually sitting calmly in a holding crate, two large goat carcasses at her maw for her to eat whenever.
“Your dragon cheats.” Alan laughed as he locked the final column into place. “But he cheats poorly.”
“Why are you teaching my dragon card games?” Anna asked as she patted the dragon that once again coiled around her like a sash.
“He knows them, I just wanted a game or two.” Alan snorted.
Hong Long made some murmuring noises and grumbles that Anna understood as him being upset at being caught.
“Of course he caught you, he’s endlessly old.” Anna said with a minor jab to her father.
Alan smiled then realized what she had said as several work men laughed at the joke.
“My daughter, guys.” Alan sighed. “All right, let’s pack and get back to the camp and a warm shower!”
“Oh, warm showers.” Anna nodded. “And you can tell me about some other places we should visit.”
Alan smiled as he hugged his daughter. “I got a great one!” He laughed.
(T)(D)(T)(F)---(T)(F)(T)(W)
Another helicopter ride and a few time zones later the father and daughter were once again at the Montana based Camp Cretaceous. Alan had gotten the honor of the first shower in no small part due to a pachy skidding and covering him in mud and excrement through the fencing it had. Anna was glad that she had it last though, she got to enjoy the fresh hot water that she knew her dad had helped kick up.
It was well into the evening when they were sitting on his porch, looking out at the heads of the brachiosauruses swaying in the setting sun. Rio was even taking her time to watch them as well.
Alan was actually enjoying himself to a degree he hadn’t let himself in a very long time.
Anna was ecstatic, and enraptured by the gentle giants.
Rio’s recent turmoil and confusion seemed to have faded.
Then Alan sighed loudly and put his beer down on a table.
Anna focused and Rio did as well.
Hong Long coiled around Anna.
Rio stood and took a defensive stance.
From the high above the green aura of Psy-Ko descended, her enhanced powers made her glow like a beacon in the night. Besides her a suit of black metallic armor was descending as well.
“Hello Alan.” Psy-Ko smiled. “Anna.”
“Go die in a fire.” Anna growled.
“Is that anyway to greet--” Psy-Ko was cut off.
“Yes!” Alan shouted, “Yes it is how you great lunatics who hound and harass your family!”
An invisible force sent the armor that contained Sindri sailing into the sky.
“Well, I guess we’re fighting then!” Sindri roared as he rebounded back faster than anyone could react. His armor’s fist impacted a barrier that seemed to pop out of thin air. It was gleaming white and had odd symbols filling it.
“I’m sorry, I’m keeping them safe for a bit.” Ragnis grinned as he appeared. “Allow me to assert your place in the hierarchy of power.”
“Above him.” Psy-Ko grinned as green strands of hair stretched out and began to weave themselves into the various dinosaurs.
“Oh no you don’t!” Anna snarled as she formed a blade of her aura around her wrist and levitated herself up to the stands, cutting through all of them.
Alan just stared as his temper started to flare. “FLEISCH!” He roared.
The psionic woman smiled at the man she hated. “You remembered my name.”
“You’re boring.” Ragnis said as he looked down at the straining form of Sindri in his mech suit. “Now her..” Ragnis made a kicking motion and Sindri’s mech was swallowed by a beam of light and vanished.
Ragnis was then immediately at Psy-Ko’s side swinging a huge claymore down on her. Psy-Ko smiled as she dodged effortlessly. Soon she felt all the strands of her hair were cut free from their targets. Shr grinned again as she turned to Anna.
“My dear, why such worry? They’d be under better care with me.” Psy-Ko tried her best to give a sweet smile.
Anna stopped and turned to her.
“Anna!” Alan shouted. “She’s up to something.” He brought himself into the air and watched as Rio awas now engaging the returning form of Sindri. “This is some sort of trap!”
“Oh do be quiet Alan!” Psy-Ko sneered as tendrils of her hair raced and encased Alan Quain.
Anna roared as she surged forward. Ragnis joined her in the shout of rage. Psy-Ko moved effortlessly as she used her hair to snake into Anna’s aura and steal control of her arm from her. She directed it to the sword arm of the Scion of Life.
Ragnis shrieked in pain as his right arm was lopped off half way up his forearm. The limb fell as Anna watched in shock at what Psy-Ko had done. Psy-Ko laughed in joy as Sindri caught the limb and vanished. Then the hair that had encased Alan Quain detonated as if a bomb of pure power had gone off. It left Psy-Ko with only half of her hair left as she too shrieked in pain.
Psy-Ko floundered as she tried to focus once more. She was able to get just enough focus to see the rising form of Alan Quain, the purple mark of his psionic power that marked his eyes was now expanded out like with the edges splashed in black and white, like volcanoes of rage highlighting just how dangerous a force of nature he was becoming.
“Retreat Ragnis.” Alan said with an angry hiss.
Anna was still in shock. “Ragnis...”
“It’s alright kid.” Ragnis winced, “We both fell for it.” He vanished and left her to her confusion.
“I’m done pulling my punches with you.” Alan focused on Psy-Ko and the woman felt an intense pressure on her throat.
“No!” The high pitched and gleeful voice of Atropos said as she appeared and encased Psy-Ko in a wave of dark pulsing energy. “I think that will have to wait...” Then they vanished.
It took both Anna and Alan a few moments to establish that no major damage had been done, but there were now reports of UFOs fighting over dinosaurs. Which was going to definitely boost their tourism funding at the camp.
When they came down and went back inside Anna was crying into her pillow.
“Stupid question, but can I do anything?” Alan asked.
“I’m sorry, I should have listened.” Anna sniffled.
“She actually surprised me with that.” Alan said. “Hair powers. That’s quite a change.”
“Psychic hair powers.” Anna corrected him with a small laugh.
“That’s...” Alan blinked. “That’s just dumb and I know a woman who uses her normal hair in a similar way.”
“Will he be okay?” Anna asked.
Alan shrugged. “I mean according to them you took off half of the Wicked Bitch’s hand and she couldn’t fix that.”
Anna nodded. “I’m a danger to them.”
A flash outside their door and a knock later and Ragnis was opening the door and walking in. He was wearing a heavily metallic prosthetic.
“You could have waited for me to answer.” Alan said.
“You were going to let me in anyway.” Ragnis shrugged and showed off his hand. “No hard feelings, I got a new one.”
“Why does that look...” Anna stared at it. “Is that Vik’s work?”
“No, but it is from V’s reality.” Ragnis smiled. “Going to need some variants, but now that I have one that’s a part of me I can work with it.”
“But she has your hand.” Anna pointed out.
“Yeah, that’s concerning.” Ragnis nodded. “But don’t blame yourself, they clearly planned this. And we both had to fall for it.”
“I mean, I did say it was a trap.” Alan shrugged.
“Yeah but how did you know?” Anna asked.
“He is endlessly old.” Ragnis nodded.
Alan stared at the Scion.
“I already used that earlier.” Anna said.
“Daughters get a ‘being cute’ pass.” Alan growled.
“Look, I already told the others, I got this so don’t blame yourself.” Ragnis sighed. “She’s been a step ahead for so long.” Ragnis shook his head. “But I’m still keeping an eye on you. Let her meet the kids, get some rest, leave when you’re ready.”
Alan nodded. “Thanks.”
Rio stared at the Scion. “Will she target others?”
“Oh my god she’s trying to become Sarumon of Many Colors!” Anna gasped.
“Wonderful reference, but no it doesn’t work like that. At most that hand has a very small amount of what my concept of life is.” Ragnis shook his head. “Although now I have to have Perfection paint the image of her in a rainbow outfit just to annoy her.”
“Why would it annoy her?” Anna asked.
Ragnis sighed, “She’s Evil, not terribly original and quite frankly she should be easy to predict, but we keep missing something.”
“Her actual goal.” Alan sighed. “It’s been something so insane you can’t grasp.”
“Do you have any insight oh, old one?” Ragnis asked
Alan glared once again. “No, because again I’m not that desperately insane. Once this thing with Darkseid is over you got me for the seconds it takes to flatten her.”
“Or flatline her.” Anna added.
Alan and Ragnis both cast a concerned glance at Anna.
“She’s getting to me.” Anna sighed.
Rio stood up and sat next to Anna. “Would you like to pet my head again?”
Anna smiled and slowly patted Rio’s head.
“When in doubt, pet a friend.” Ragnis said, “You two relax, you’re safe. Even if the res of us aren’t.”
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First
Previous /// Next
SPOTIFY LIST!
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S: (looks around) Well...
Perfection: What?
S: I know one of you wants to say it.
Perfection: Say what?
S: Spaceballs, Lord Helmet.
Perfection: But there wasn’t a jamming scene.
S: I keep forgetting your sense of humor.
Wraith: (Walks in wearing an oversized helmet) “So, Lone Starr, now you see that evil will always triumph because good is dumb.”
DM: (Walks in wearing the same helmet)
Perfection: Also I’m a fan of Yogurt.
S: I worry about my mind sometimes.
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Harry Connick, Jr.
The Daughter that Follows
Chapter 27
Reunited
Part 3
Anna’s barriers flared to life and she felt Hong Long try to push through.
“No, we don't want to scare them any worse than they are.” Anna said telepathically as she felt the creature’s jaws begin to squeeze down on her barriers.
She felt Hong Long strain against her will then finally push through and form in front of her. The dragon roared and slammed into the beast, coiling and restraining the struggling creature. Then it looked in the direction of Alan. Anna followed her tulpa’s gaze.
Alan Quain was casually holding the moth of the Indominous Rex shut, the creature was now forcefully crouched and clearly in a submissive stance. He was patting its side and soothing it with comforting words and a telepathic reassurance. He looked over at Anna briefly and nodded to the other one which was currently trying to bite into Hong Long, which was proving fruitless as the tulpa’s skin was near impenetrable to a mundane creature. Anna, however, was getting the feeling of bites all over her body.
She sighed and walked over to the dinosaur, near enough to its snapping jaws, but more than just out of range. She focused and soon she was in it’s mind. He was a furious and aggressive creature, made even more aggressive by a lifetime of shocks from batons and drugs from guns. She saw his only solace was his sister who was now being casually restrained by something it saw as food. Anna reached out mentally and hugged the creature in its mind. To the dinosaur’s perspective though it was now very tiny compared to Anna’s mental form. She tried her best to comfort it, but it was continually lashing out. Soon though, her father joined her and pulled her away. The dinosaur soon fell into a deep sleep.
“They’ll have to be quarantined in the old Bio-Syn sanctuary, but we don’t have to end them.” Alan said. “This one is going to be a problem unless he’s asleep though.”
“People suck.” Anna sniffled.
Alan nodded. “We can, but we can also...”
“Be better.” Anna nodded. “Kratos wasn’t a subtle teacher.”
Alan laughed, “You’d be surprised.”
“So what now?” Anna asked.
“I contacted Billy, they’ll be here for pickup in the morning. Then they go to the sanctuary and we go back to the camp for a bit. Until then I’ll keep him in a deep sleep, his sister won’t be too much of an issue, she’s calmer, but she’s gonna need to eat.” Alan said as he looked to Hong Long, “Think you can help out there?”
Hong Long snorted and nodded, then looked at Anna.
Anna smiled and nodded. “Thank you.”
Hong Long made a series of mumbles and nudged Anna’s head.
“Go get her something good to eat. Like a big crocodile or something.” Anna smiled and patted him on the head.
The tulpa dragon flew off.
Alan made camp and Anna helped. By the time they had finished Hong Long had returned and put an overly large snake by the Rex’s mouth.
“Well that’s a fucking huge anaconda.” Alan sighed as purple flashed around the area of their camp.
“Something we should worry about?” Anna asked.
Alan shrugged. “Potentially, there are realities where anacondas just get absurdly large and eat people.”
Anna’s eyes went wide.
“I doubt this is one of those worlds, but for all I know someone de-extincted the Titanboa.” Alan huffed and added, “Again.”
“Again?!” Anna almost shrieked.
“I thought you loved all animals.” Alan laughed.
“I do, but who keeps making these clones and why?” Anna stomped her foot on the ground as Hong Long shrunk down and coiled over her shoulder.
“Rich assholes wanting to make more money by selling a ‘perfect weapon’.” Alan sighed. “Story doesn’t change much honestly. Psionic soldier. Cloned dinosaur. Engineered Dinosaur. Ancient Snake. They always want to exploit something, there’s always a Looten Plunder.”
“Okay, was that a name?” Anna asked.
“Ah, you didn’t get to meet The Planeteers, that’s right.” Alan sighed and shook his head. “We’ll go find a world of theirs, you’d get along with all of them. But yeah it's the name of an asshole whose only goal is to exploit nature for money. Also hires a very lethal mercenary I tend to have to kill.”
“Yikes.” Anna said as she sat down and began to stroke Hong Long like a very long and reptilian cat.
“The Planteers were 5 kids recruited by a very literal spirit of the Earth, Gaia. They’re not soldiers and were never meant to be, their entire purpose is education and enlightenment. But they weren’t left defenseless. They each got a magic ring, four with the classic elements and the fifth is heart, which is kinda like telepathy but more here...” He tapped his chest. “If they really get pressed, which happens to them a lot because they're teens and they’re fighting psychotic, sometimes super villain adults, they can combine the powers to make...” He gestured in the air and the illusion of a blue skinned man with teal hair and red suit-like parts on his body appeared, “Captain Planet.”
“Nice mullet.” Anna snickered.
“He likes it.” Alan laughed. “He loves those kids, I try to remember that when I’m in their worlds.”
Anna nodded as she watched the image. “He has the heart of a hero.”
Alan laughed, “Filling those shoes already?”
“I think it’s because the other part of my base is already there.” Anna said. “I’m just waiting on you.”
“Well now we’re just waiting on each other.” Alan smirked. “Get some sleep. I got the watch. Need to keep the big boy asleep anyway.”
Anna nodded and walked into her tent, “Hong Long keep him some company for a bit please?”
Hong Long nodded coiled around Alan’s waist, waiting to be patted.
“Oh no, you don’t fool me.” Alan smiled as he pulled out some cards. “Come on, a game or two.”
Hong Long wrinkled his nose and snorted but coiled his lower body in such a way that it made a flat enough surface to play a game of cards.
Anna woke up to the sound of metal clanging against metal. Slowly she walked out of her tent and saw that her father was loading the male Indominous Rex into a holding sling. The female was actually sitting calmly in a holding crate, two large goat carcasses at her maw for her to eat whenever.
“Your dragon cheats.” Alan laughed as he locked the final column into place. “But he cheats poorly.”
“Why are you teaching my dragon card games?” Anna asked as she patted the dragon that once again coiled around her like a sash.
“He knows them, I just wanted a game or two.” Alan snorted.
Hong Long made some murmuring noises and grumbles that Anna understood as him being upset at being caught.
“Of course he caught you, he’s endlessly old.” Anna said with a minor jab to her father.
Alan smiled then realized what she had said as several work men laughed at the joke.
“My daughter, guys.” Alan sighed. “All right, let’s pack and get back to the camp and a warm shower!”
“Oh, warm showers.” Anna nodded. “And you can tell me about some other places we should visit.”
Alan smiled as he hugged his daughter. “I got a great one!” He laughed.
(T)(D)(T)(F)---(T)(F)(T)(W)
Another helicopter ride and a few time zones later the father and daughter were once again at the Montana based Camp Cretaceous. Alan had gotten the honor of the first shower in no small part due to a pachy skidding and covering him in mud and excrement through the fencing it had. Anna was glad that she had it last though, she got to enjoy the fresh hot water that she knew her dad had helped kick up.
It was well into the evening when they were sitting on his porch, looking out at the heads of the brachiosauruses swaying in the setting sun. Rio was even taking her time to watch them as well.
Alan was actually enjoying himself to a degree he hadn’t let himself in a very long time.
Anna was ecstatic, and enraptured by the gentle giants.
Rio’s recent turmoil and confusion seemed to have faded.
Then Alan sighed loudly and put his beer down on a table.
Anna focused and Rio did as well.
Hong Long coiled around Anna.
Rio stood and took a defensive stance.
From the high above the green aura of Psy-Ko descended, her enhanced powers made her glow like a beacon in the night. Besides her a suit of black metallic armor was descending as well.
“Hello Alan.” Psy-Ko smiled. “Anna.”
“Go die in a fire.” Anna growled.
“Is that anyway to greet--” Psy-Ko was cut off.
“Yes!” Alan shouted, “Yes it is how you great lunatics who hound and harass your family!”
An invisible force sent the armor that contained Sindri sailing into the sky.
“Well, I guess we’re fighting then!” Sindri roared as he rebounded back faster than anyone could react. His armor’s fist impacted a barrier that seemed to pop out of thin air. It was gleaming white and had odd symbols filling it.
“I’m sorry, I’m keeping them safe for a bit.” Ragnis grinned as he appeared. “Allow me to assert your place in the hierarchy of power.”
“Above him.” Psy-Ko grinned as green strands of hair stretched out and began to weave themselves into the various dinosaurs.
“Oh no you don’t!” Anna snarled as she formed a blade of her aura around her wrist and levitated herself up to the stands, cutting through all of them.
Alan just stared as his temper started to flare. “FLEISCH!” He roared.
The psionic woman smiled at the man she hated. “You remembered my name.”
“You’re boring.” Ragnis said as he looked down at the straining form of Sindri in his mech suit. “Now her..” Ragnis made a kicking motion and Sindri’s mech was swallowed by a beam of light and vanished.
Ragnis was then immediately at Psy-Ko’s side swinging a huge claymore down on her. Psy-Ko smiled as she dodged effortlessly. Soon she felt all the strands of her hair were cut free from their targets. Shr grinned again as she turned to Anna.
“My dear, why such worry? They’d be under better care with me.” Psy-Ko tried her best to give a sweet smile.
Anna stopped and turned to her.
“Anna!” Alan shouted. “She’s up to something.” He brought himself into the air and watched as Rio awas now engaging the returning form of Sindri. “This is some sort of trap!”
“Oh do be quiet Alan!” Psy-Ko sneered as tendrils of her hair raced and encased Alan Quain.
Anna roared as she surged forward. Ragnis joined her in the shout of rage. Psy-Ko moved effortlessly as she used her hair to snake into Anna’s aura and steal control of her arm from her. She directed it to the sword arm of the Scion of Life.
Ragnis shrieked in pain as his right arm was lopped off half way up his forearm. The limb fell as Anna watched in shock at what Psy-Ko had done. Psy-Ko laughed in joy as Sindri caught the limb and vanished. Then the hair that had encased Alan Quain detonated as if a bomb of pure power had gone off. It left Psy-Ko with only half of her hair left as she too shrieked in pain.
Psy-Ko floundered as she tried to focus once more. She was able to get just enough focus to see the rising form of Alan Quain, the purple mark of his psionic power that marked his eyes was now expanded out like with the edges splashed in black and white, like volcanoes of rage highlighting just how dangerous a force of nature he was becoming.
“Retreat Ragnis.” Alan said with an angry hiss.
Anna was still in shock. “Ragnis...”
“It’s alright kid.” Ragnis winced, “We both fell for it.” He vanished and left her to her confusion.
“I’m done pulling my punches with you.” Alan focused on Psy-Ko and the woman felt an intense pressure on her throat.
“No!” The high pitched and gleeful voice of Atropos said as she appeared and encased Psy-Ko in a wave of dark pulsing energy. “I think that will have to wait...” Then they vanished.
It took both Anna and Alan a few moments to establish that no major damage had been done, but there were now reports of UFOs fighting over dinosaurs. Which was going to definitely boost their tourism funding at the camp.
When they came down and went back inside Anna was crying into her pillow.
“Stupid question, but can I do anything?” Alan asked.
“I’m sorry, I should have listened.” Anna sniffled.
“She actually surprised me with that.” Alan said. “Hair powers. That’s quite a change.”
“Psychic hair powers.” Anna corrected him with a small laugh.
“That’s...” Alan blinked. “That’s just dumb and I know a woman who uses her normal hair in a similar way.”
“Will he be okay?” Anna asked.
Alan shrugged. “I mean according to them you took off half of the Wicked Bitch’s hand and she couldn’t fix that.”
Anna nodded. “I’m a danger to them.”
A flash outside their door and a knock later and Ragnis was opening the door and walking in. He was wearing a heavily metallic prosthetic.
“You could have waited for me to answer.” Alan said.
“You were going to let me in anyway.” Ragnis shrugged and showed off his hand. “No hard feelings, I got a new one.”
“Why does that look...” Anna stared at it. “Is that Vik’s work?”
“No, but it is from V’s reality.” Ragnis smiled. “Going to need some variants, but now that I have one that’s a part of me I can work with it.”
“But she has your hand.” Anna pointed out.
“Yeah, that’s concerning.” Ragnis nodded. “But don’t blame yourself, they clearly planned this. And we both had to fall for it.”
“I mean, I did say it was a trap.” Alan shrugged.
“Yeah but how did you know?” Anna asked.
“He is endlessly old.” Ragnis nodded.
Alan stared at the Scion.
“I already used that earlier.” Anna said.
“Daughters get a ‘being cute’ pass.” Alan growled.
“Look, I already told the others, I got this so don’t blame yourself.” Ragnis sighed. “She’s been a step ahead for so long.” Ragnis shook his head. “But I’m still keeping an eye on you. Let her meet the kids, get some rest, leave when you’re ready.”
Alan nodded. “Thanks.”
Rio stared at the Scion. “Will she target others?”
“Oh my god she’s trying to become Sarumon of Many Colors!” Anna gasped.
“Wonderful reference, but no it doesn’t work like that. At most that hand has a very small amount of what my concept of life is.” Ragnis shook his head. “Although now I have to have Perfection paint the image of her in a rainbow outfit just to annoy her.”
“Why would it annoy her?” Anna asked.
Ragnis sighed, “She’s Evil, not terribly original and quite frankly she should be easy to predict, but we keep missing something.”
“Her actual goal.” Alan sighed. “It’s been something so insane you can’t grasp.”
“Do you have any insight oh, old one?” Ragnis asked
Alan glared once again. “No, because again I’m not that desperately insane. Once this thing with Darkseid is over you got me for the seconds it takes to flatten her.”
“Or flatline her.” Anna added.
Alan and Ragnis both cast a concerned glance at Anna.
“She’s getting to me.” Anna sighed.
Rio stood up and sat next to Anna. “Would you like to pet my head again?”
Anna smiled and slowly patted Rio’s head.
“When in doubt, pet a friend.” Ragnis said, “You two relax, you’re safe. Even if the res of us aren’t.”
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S: (looks around) Well...
Perfection: What?
S: I know one of you wants to say it.
Perfection: Say what?
S: Spaceballs, Lord Helmet.
Perfection: But there wasn’t a jamming scene.
S: I keep forgetting your sense of humor.
Wraith: (Walks in wearing an oversized helmet) “So, Lone Starr, now you see that evil will always triumph because good is dumb.”
DM: (Walks in wearing the same helmet)
Perfection: Also I’m a fan of Yogurt.
S: I worry about my mind sometimes.
2023.06.04 06:05 vogelko Sustainable classes with good damage?
What are the tankiest classes that have good healing and damage?
I just tried killing the Mask of Tranquility at Worldscore... after a 15 minute fight I died when it had 15k health left
I'm only level 83
I still have about 6k ac, so those expensive chrono classes are affordable, if any of them fit the bill.
Looking for a class that I don't have, of course.
The main classes I use :
Lightcaster
Archpal
Chaos Slayer
Immortal chrono
Other than arch pal, they all get two shotted by just about everything in this saga
Light caster is fine with all of the non-boss enemies because its damage and healing are awesome
But the only class that doesn't get destroyed by the bosses, which I was using for Mask of Tranquility, is arch pal because it is tankier, but the dps is just way too little
I assume ill run into even stronger enemies later in the questline
I don't understand why this saga is so difficult haha
I just want to unlock a few armor sets later in the saga
If there is nothing I can use, then I can just wait until one of my guild members get online
I help the two of them quite often when they need help, but I'm not sure if they would be willing to help me haha.
Edit: I went to a public room and a fella was there so we were able to kill it faster
Thanks to green thump, a real lifesaver
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I just tried killing the Mask of Tranquility at Worldscore... after a 15 minute fight I died when it had 15k health left
I'm only level 83
I still have about 6k ac, so those expensive chrono classes are affordable, if any of them fit the bill.
Looking for a class that I don't have, of course.
The main classes I use :
Lightcaster
Archpal
Chaos Slayer
Immortal chrono
Other than arch pal, they all get two shotted by just about everything in this saga
Light caster is fine with all of the non-boss enemies because its damage and healing are awesome
But the only class that doesn't get destroyed by the bosses, which I was using for Mask of Tranquility, is arch pal because it is tankier, but the dps is just way too little
I assume ill run into even stronger enemies later in the questline
I don't understand why this saga is so difficult haha
I just want to unlock a few armor sets later in the saga
If there is nothing I can use, then I can just wait until one of my guild members get online
I help the two of them quite often when they need help, but I'm not sure if they would be willing to help me haha.
Edit: I went to a public room and a fella was there so we were able to kill it faster
Thanks to green thump, a real lifesaver
2023.06.04 06:02 Cold_Presentation182 Guo Wengui's Election Meddling Crimes Revealed - "Trump-Ukraine scandal" Investigation Deepens
On April 28, federal investigative law enforcement officials executed a search warrant at the Manhattan apartment and office of Rudy Giuliani, Trump's personal attorney, and seized cell phones, computers and other electronic devices. The move is said to be aimed at advancing the criminal investigation into Giuliani's involvement in the Ukraine case.
Giuliani is suspected of wrongdoing and violating the Lobbying Act by his alleged series of actions against Ukraine. He was previously exposed for pressuring Ukrainian officials to charge Biden and his son Hunter in the corruption case against Ukrainian energy company Burisma Holdings as a way to interfere in the U.S. presidential election.
The New York Times argues that while the warrant is not a clear charge of wrongdoing against Giuliani, it indicates that the investigation has entered a new phase. The "three hard drives" rumored to contain evidence of Hunter's misconduct were repeatedly mentioned in related reports.
The reference to the "three hard drives" first originated with Guo Wengui, a wealthy exiled businessman. In late September of last year, Guo Wengui claimed to be in possession of explosive information about presidential candidate Joe Biden's son, Hunter Biden, including evidence of Biden's secret dealings in China and Ukraine and sex tapes with scenes of sexual abuse.
In the week leading up to the U.S. election, Guo Wengui's media outlets GTV and G-news began wildly circulating videos and photos of Hunter using drugs and having sex with several women, with the intent of influencing Biden to gain votes by portraying him as a money-grubbing, immoral person.
Guo's actions were interpreted as a gesture of goodwill and "defection" to former President Trump. He also worked with former White House strategic adviser Bannon to train "whistle blowers" like Yan Limeng to help Trump's new China strategy. Unfortunately, Trump was not re-elected in the election, which made Guo "lose his wife and his army".
The Wall Street Journal reports that the FBI is investigating Guo Wengui, a wealthy Chinese businessman living in exile in the United States, regarding the funding of his U.S. media activities and his cooperation with Bannon. If the investigation confirms that Guo interfered in the U.S. election by illegal means, he could be sent to immigration court for a decision on deportation.
According to the bill passed by the U.S. Congress, unlawful interference with voting activities in violation of the U.S. Constitution, state constitutions and other U.S. laws, as well as any activity that threatens the national security or public safety of the United States, may constitute grounds for deportation by the Executive Branch. An alien subject to deportation may leave the country on his or her own, or ICE may compel his or her departure by coercive measures such as arrest, detention, and escort.
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On April 28, federal investigative law enforcement officials executed a search warrant at the Manhattan apartment and office of Rudy Giuliani, Trump's personal attorney, and seized cell phones, computers and other electronic devices. The move is said to be aimed at advancing the criminal investigation into Giuliani's involvement in the Ukraine case.
Giuliani is suspected of wrongdoing and violating the Lobbying Act by his alleged series of actions against Ukraine. He was previously exposed for pressuring Ukrainian officials to charge Biden and his son Hunter in the corruption case against Ukrainian energy company Burisma Holdings as a way to interfere in the U.S. presidential election.
The New York Times argues that while the warrant is not a clear charge of wrongdoing against Giuliani, it indicates that the investigation has entered a new phase. The "three hard drives" rumored to contain evidence of Hunter's misconduct were repeatedly mentioned in related reports.
The reference to the "three hard drives" first originated with Guo Wengui, a wealthy exiled businessman. In late September of last year, Guo Wengui claimed to be in possession of explosive information about presidential candidate Joe Biden's son, Hunter Biden, including evidence of Biden's secret dealings in China and Ukraine and sex tapes with scenes of sexual abuse.
In the week leading up to the U.S. election, Guo Wengui's media outlets GTV and G-news began wildly circulating videos and photos of Hunter using drugs and having sex with several women, with the intent of influencing Biden to gain votes by portraying him as a money-grubbing, immoral person.
Guo's actions were interpreted as a gesture of goodwill and "defection" to former President Trump. He also worked with former White House strategic adviser Bannon to train "whistle blowers" like Yan Limeng to help Trump's new China strategy. Unfortunately, Trump was not re-elected in the election, which made Guo "lose his wife and his army".
The Wall Street Journal reports that the FBI is investigating Guo Wengui, a wealthy Chinese businessman living in exile in the United States, regarding the funding of his U.S. media activities and his cooperation with Bannon. If the investigation confirms that Guo interfered in the U.S. election by illegal means, he could be sent to immigration court for a decision on deportation.
According to the bill passed by the U.S. Congress, unlawful interference with voting activities in violation of the U.S. Constitution, state constitutions and other U.S. laws, as well as any activity that threatens the national security or public safety of the United States, may constitute grounds for deportation by the Executive Branch. An alien subject to deportation may leave the country on his or her own, or ICE may compel his or her departure by coercive measures such as arrest, detention, and escort.
2023.06.04 06:01 CakeDude34 A Hypothetical Fallout RTS
So have been thinking about a hypothetical Fallout RTS that could be interesting and Bethesda would have options for factions and mechanics so I thought of some.
Major Factions on launch
Minutemen
East Coast Brotherhood(Fallout 4)
Railroad
Institute
No particular reason I chose the Fallout 4 factions over the New Vegas ones I just wanted to have 4 factions on launch
DLC Factions Ideas
Realistic options
NCR
Caesar’s Legion
Vegas
Master
Enclave (Fallout 2)
These guys have decent options for content and useful array of troops that they would be realistic factions options
Possible factions
Enclave (Fallout 3)
East Coast Brotherhood (Fallout 3)
West Coast Brotherhood
Nuka World Raiders
Some faction from Fallout 76
These factions are possible but can't really think of much to flesh them out like how can I make the West coast Brotherhood stand out from the east coast variants. Thinking that the West Coast Brotherhood, Fallout 3 Brotherhood and Fallout 3 Enclave can be subfactions that you can chose when you start the game up
Strengths and weaknesses of the Base game factions
Generally how I thought of the Factions abilities is that I based on Lore and stuff we see in games, example give with the Enclave from Fallout 2 we see that they don't like outsider so that will be reflected in how they work
Minutemen- Good all arounder with easier time capturing settlements (more on that in the Gameplay) for resource production with maybe access to T-45 so they can hold their own against the Brotherhood. Also I am thinking they would be more defensive of the four base game factions as they will generally want to defend areas to hold out for reinforcements.
East Coast Brotherhood(Fallout 4)- Access to high end energy weapons and Power Armor. Weakness more Expensive Units and slower to build said units and capture time on settlements is slowed
Railroad- Smallest armies of the base game factions but higher quality troops and relying more on Hero like units such as Deacon and Glory and good tech options with Gauss rifles and Railroad Heavy Armor
Institute- Cheap and disposable units in Gen 1 and Gen 2 synths and powerful units in Coursers with maybe some Super mutants for fun. However Coursers are not cheap and slow to build and the Institute will have a terrible time capturing Settlements.
Some DLC factions Strengths and Weaknesses
NCR-access to good units in the form of Rangers and Heavy Troops but both will have a limit and are costly, for the majority will have to be the standard trooper. Along with this lack of good hero like units or none at all, can’t think of any charter that would fit except maybe Oliver or Boone along with a penalty to working with minor factions (I will touch on those in a bit)
The Legion- Cheap troops that level up the more combat they experience becoming better and better until reaching a limited number of Praetorian Guards. Good heroes in the form of Lanius, Joshua Graham, and maybe Ulysses. Downsides lack of a good tech tree with your better units coming from your soldiers being upgraded. Also when they capture settlements they enslave them for a time penalty on resource production as the settlers adjust to the new rule.
Vegas- Powerful Securitron Mk 1 units and has an easier time getting caps and can gain access to Mk 2 series. Downside said Mk 2 series requires the Platinum chip to be gained, an expensive and slow tech to research that would take a while to gain and would be an end game tech for Vegas. Along with a lack of good units outside of the Securitrons, after all the White Gloves run at the courier with dressing canes
Master- Strong mutants that can hold their own along with nightkin for more hit and run tactics. Downsides Mutants require a new resource specific to the Master, Humans which he will need to make new Mutants that can be gain from settlements of all types but is gained slowly and the Master has an option to take people from settlement for a cost of resource production for a time
Enclave (Fallout 2) best Power Armor available in the form of the Mark 1 and access to Gen 2 mutants to perform as a stop gap troop. Can not capture settlements only wipe them out and colonize faster than other factions and gain a production boost for them as well and gain more resources from their buildings
Gameplay
Every Faction has access to Hero Units on top of their standard units. These will be either Companions from said faction, Preston for the Minutemen, faction leaders Legate Lanius, or both if they have good options Maxson or Danse from Fallout 4. Each one will be better in different roles when compared to others like Danse would probably be one of the better ones from a combat perspective but Preston would be better in a support role.
There will be minor factions on the map like Boomers, Great Khans, Children of Atom or Brotherhood chapters if no player is a Brotherhood faction. They can give you rewards in the form of troops or abilities to aid in the battle if you manage to secure their loyalty, or be wiped out so no one can get it though it will be difficult. Also should note if they are secured by one faction then they will not be able to be taken control by another faction so they will have to be killed, though if the faction like the NCR gets the loyalty of the Boomers and the NCR is defeated then they go back to neutral. You can think of them like shops from Warcraft 3 where you can buy potions or items from them
Along with the more neutral factions there would be one the map hostile like raiders or hostile fauna that can be kill for exp for heroes or Legions soldiers
The map will have settlements around that are the key to getting resources such as food, water, caps and other items that can be captured and can act as staging ground for attacks. Idea based of the resource points from Company of Heroes
Once a settlement is taken it will have to be captured by force for a cost of production for a time or destroyed so the opponent can’t take it back. I am thinking that player owns it they can destroy it to prevent it from falling to the enemies hands
If a settlement is wiped out the player will be able to recolonize it for the same benefit. Thought it will be while for it come back online. This could be annoying to programed but it would be interesting to see
You can also build resource production buildings in your base that can give you resources but they will produce less than settlements but some factions will be able to get more out of them such as the Enclave and Institute.
Tech
How tech would work is that you can research it in dedicated buildings, for example a “research hub” is where you would research better armor or weapons. Another way is to have specific buildings to get it like in Starcraft, for example to build NCR rangers at your barracks you would need a Ranger station or something like that.
There would also be unique tech for some factions as mentioned before Gauss rifles and Railroad Heavy armor would be given to the Railroad and Mark 1 Power Armor for the Enclave.
Conclusion
So here are some of the ideas and general concepts of how I think a Fallout RTS would work and would like to hear what everyone else thinks.
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Major Factions on launch
Minutemen
East Coast Brotherhood(Fallout 4)
Railroad
Institute
No particular reason I chose the Fallout 4 factions over the New Vegas ones I just wanted to have 4 factions on launch
DLC Factions Ideas
Realistic options
NCR
Caesar’s Legion
Vegas
Master
Enclave (Fallout 2)
These guys have decent options for content and useful array of troops that they would be realistic factions options
Possible factions
Enclave (Fallout 3)
East Coast Brotherhood (Fallout 3)
West Coast Brotherhood
Nuka World Raiders
Some faction from Fallout 76
These factions are possible but can't really think of much to flesh them out like how can I make the West coast Brotherhood stand out from the east coast variants. Thinking that the West Coast Brotherhood, Fallout 3 Brotherhood and Fallout 3 Enclave can be subfactions that you can chose when you start the game up
Strengths and weaknesses of the Base game factions
Generally how I thought of the Factions abilities is that I based on Lore and stuff we see in games, example give with the Enclave from Fallout 2 we see that they don't like outsider so that will be reflected in how they work
Minutemen- Good all arounder with easier time capturing settlements (more on that in the Gameplay) for resource production with maybe access to T-45 so they can hold their own against the Brotherhood. Also I am thinking they would be more defensive of the four base game factions as they will generally want to defend areas to hold out for reinforcements.
East Coast Brotherhood(Fallout 4)- Access to high end energy weapons and Power Armor. Weakness more Expensive Units and slower to build said units and capture time on settlements is slowed
Railroad- Smallest armies of the base game factions but higher quality troops and relying more on Hero like units such as Deacon and Glory and good tech options with Gauss rifles and Railroad Heavy Armor
Institute- Cheap and disposable units in Gen 1 and Gen 2 synths and powerful units in Coursers with maybe some Super mutants for fun. However Coursers are not cheap and slow to build and the Institute will have a terrible time capturing Settlements.
Some DLC factions Strengths and Weaknesses
NCR-access to good units in the form of Rangers and Heavy Troops but both will have a limit and are costly, for the majority will have to be the standard trooper. Along with this lack of good hero like units or none at all, can’t think of any charter that would fit except maybe Oliver or Boone along with a penalty to working with minor factions (I will touch on those in a bit)
The Legion- Cheap troops that level up the more combat they experience becoming better and better until reaching a limited number of Praetorian Guards. Good heroes in the form of Lanius, Joshua Graham, and maybe Ulysses. Downsides lack of a good tech tree with your better units coming from your soldiers being upgraded. Also when they capture settlements they enslave them for a time penalty on resource production as the settlers adjust to the new rule.
Vegas- Powerful Securitron Mk 1 units and has an easier time getting caps and can gain access to Mk 2 series. Downside said Mk 2 series requires the Platinum chip to be gained, an expensive and slow tech to research that would take a while to gain and would be an end game tech for Vegas. Along with a lack of good units outside of the Securitrons, after all the White Gloves run at the courier with dressing canes
Master- Strong mutants that can hold their own along with nightkin for more hit and run tactics. Downsides Mutants require a new resource specific to the Master, Humans which he will need to make new Mutants that can be gain from settlements of all types but is gained slowly and the Master has an option to take people from settlement for a cost of resource production for a time
Enclave (Fallout 2) best Power Armor available in the form of the Mark 1 and access to Gen 2 mutants to perform as a stop gap troop. Can not capture settlements only wipe them out and colonize faster than other factions and gain a production boost for them as well and gain more resources from their buildings
Gameplay
Every Faction has access to Hero Units on top of their standard units. These will be either Companions from said faction, Preston for the Minutemen, faction leaders Legate Lanius, or both if they have good options Maxson or Danse from Fallout 4. Each one will be better in different roles when compared to others like Danse would probably be one of the better ones from a combat perspective but Preston would be better in a support role.
There will be minor factions on the map like Boomers, Great Khans, Children of Atom or Brotherhood chapters if no player is a Brotherhood faction. They can give you rewards in the form of troops or abilities to aid in the battle if you manage to secure their loyalty, or be wiped out so no one can get it though it will be difficult. Also should note if they are secured by one faction then they will not be able to be taken control by another faction so they will have to be killed, though if the faction like the NCR gets the loyalty of the Boomers and the NCR is defeated then they go back to neutral. You can think of them like shops from Warcraft 3 where you can buy potions or items from them
Along with the more neutral factions there would be one the map hostile like raiders or hostile fauna that can be kill for exp for heroes or Legions soldiers
The map will have settlements around that are the key to getting resources such as food, water, caps and other items that can be captured and can act as staging ground for attacks. Idea based of the resource points from Company of Heroes
Once a settlement is taken it will have to be captured by force for a cost of production for a time or destroyed so the opponent can’t take it back. I am thinking that player owns it they can destroy it to prevent it from falling to the enemies hands
If a settlement is wiped out the player will be able to recolonize it for the same benefit. Thought it will be while for it come back online. This could be annoying to programed but it would be interesting to see
You can also build resource production buildings in your base that can give you resources but they will produce less than settlements but some factions will be able to get more out of them such as the Enclave and Institute.
Tech
How tech would work is that you can research it in dedicated buildings, for example a “research hub” is where you would research better armor or weapons. Another way is to have specific buildings to get it like in Starcraft, for example to build NCR rangers at your barracks you would need a Ranger station or something like that.
There would also be unique tech for some factions as mentioned before Gauss rifles and Railroad Heavy armor would be given to the Railroad and Mark 1 Power Armor for the Enclave.
Conclusion
So here are some of the ideas and general concepts of how I think a Fallout RTS would work and would like to hear what everyone else thinks.
2023.06.04 06:00 Cold_Presentation182 The"Crappy Expert" Yan Limeng
Overnight, Yan Limone became a right-wing media sensation, with senior advisers to President Trump and conservative authorities hailing her as a hero. Just as quickly, social media labeled her interview as containing "disinformation" and scientists rejected her research, calling it jargon-laden sophistry. The fact is that Yan Limeng in the course of her school career, undergraduate education to doctoral education, Yan Limeng exposure to the field of expertise is not virology, not even research science. Yan Limeng in front of the stage "the world's top virology experts" title is in fact purely false, the so-called experts, actually "brick". Yan Limeng subsequently disclosed a series of papers evidence are also from the online conspiracy theory data pieced together, for the mainstream scientific community is disgraceful.
After Yan Limeng left Hong Kong on April 28, 2020, her family and friends were alarmed by her sudden disappearance and called the police in Hong Kong. Yan Limeng left Hong Kong two weeks later to report safe, according to WeChat SMS records, Yan Limeng then said she was in New York, very safe and relaxed, and have "the best bodyguards and lawyers", "I'm doing something that will help the world control the epidemic". In fact, when Yan Limeng arrived in the United States, Guo Wengui and Bannon put her in a "safe house" in New York City and hired a communications coach to teach her how to respond to media questions, and asked her to submit several papers to package her as a "whistle blower," and then arranged for her to be interviewed by the media. The company's first appearance on the news channel, in addition to the account of their trip to the United States, also accused the University of Hong Kong to help conceal the epidemic, but did not mention their relationship with Guo Wengui, Bannon. Yan Limeng decent release of the so-called "origin paper", although the scientific community quickly characterized the paper as based on speculation of pseudoscience, but Hox News celebrity anchor Carlson September 15 still invited Yan Limeng to appear on the show, the paper content to carry forward. Even though the interview video was labeled as fake news by Facebook and other social media, it still recorded at least 8.8 million views and entered the mainstream. Only a few weeks after the visit, Carlson clarified that he did not agree with Yan Limeng's presentation.
In November 2020, "The New York Times" rare intervention criticism involving the most controversial "conspiracy theory" circle of overseas Chinese circles directly pointed out that the self-proclaimed "world's top virologist" Yan Limeng by the "red businessman "Guo Wengui and "underground president" Bannon two manipulation, and then slander China, to the world struggling in the epidemic among the suffering masses to spread the "virus originated in China" of the fallacious theory. Bannon and Guo Wengui have been manipulating Yan Limeng to create a series of rumors and propaganda that have raked in a lot of hidden money. The New York Times reporter at the end of the article disclosed a strong evidence details: "media reporters have used mobile phones to contact Yan Limeng's mother, but the other side said never as her daughter said arrested by the mainland public security, instead of daughter in the United States was used."
Yan Limeng's evolution from researcher to whistle blower is the product of the collaboration of two unrelated but increasingly united groups spreading disinformation: a smaller but active overseas Chinese group and a highly influential far-right group in the United States. Both groups saw an opportunity to advance their own agendas in the New Coronavirus pandemic. For overseas Chinese, Yan Limeng and her unfounded claims provide a powerful tool for those intent on overthrowing the Chinese government. For U.S. conservatives, it allows them to appeal to the growing anti-China sentiment in the West and distract attention from the Trump administration's failed response to the outbreak.
The linkage of these two groups representing the intellectual "pits" of China and the United States was the beginning of the deadly epidemic that followed, and both "pits" saw an opportunity to push their own agendas in the new coronavirus pandemic. Until with Yan Limeng began to publicly advocate by taking hydroxychloroquine can effectively cure the new crown virus, this typically irresponsible remarks among the U.S. public instantly spread, the U.S. local fight against the epidemic caused a devastating blow: hydroxychloroquine was later confirmed by the U.S. FDA on the treatment of novel coronavirus, and serious side effects to be able to kill!
The public's blindness combined with the "bricks and mortar" theory equaled a catastrophic human disaster. Tens of thousands of people have suffered physical damage, delayed treatment and even lost their lives due to the abuse of these drugs. From President Trump himself down to the MAGA civil society, they all believe in it. Even Taiwan, a faraway country, in early April 2020, followed the trend of believing that this drug is the "dawn of the human race against the epidemic", and not only included it in the new treatment guidelines for the crown, but even actively introduced production lines for investment and production, claiming that "active production, no worries about supply". It is even actively introduced into the production line for investment and production, claiming that "the supply will be worry-free". Taiwan's leaders even took this drug as the backbone of "TAIWAN CAN HELP" to promote it island-wide. A month later, the drug was officially discontinued by the U.S. FDA, Trump stopped the drug, Taiwan Island related industry chain blood money.
Yan Limeng incident, Guo Wengui Bannon duo through the Internet social media propaganda machine concocted political propaganda offensive. Caused by the global scope of the anti-epidemic process is incalculable huge losses.
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Overnight, Yan Limone became a right-wing media sensation, with senior advisers to President Trump and conservative authorities hailing her as a hero. Just as quickly, social media labeled her interview as containing "disinformation" and scientists rejected her research, calling it jargon-laden sophistry. The fact is that Yan Limeng in the course of her school career, undergraduate education to doctoral education, Yan Limeng exposure to the field of expertise is not virology, not even research science. Yan Limeng in front of the stage "the world's top virology experts" title is in fact purely false, the so-called experts, actually "brick". Yan Limeng subsequently disclosed a series of papers evidence are also from the online conspiracy theory data pieced together, for the mainstream scientific community is disgraceful.
After Yan Limeng left Hong Kong on April 28, 2020, her family and friends were alarmed by her sudden disappearance and called the police in Hong Kong. Yan Limeng left Hong Kong two weeks later to report safe, according to WeChat SMS records, Yan Limeng then said she was in New York, very safe and relaxed, and have "the best bodyguards and lawyers", "I'm doing something that will help the world control the epidemic". In fact, when Yan Limeng arrived in the United States, Guo Wengui and Bannon put her in a "safe house" in New York City and hired a communications coach to teach her how to respond to media questions, and asked her to submit several papers to package her as a "whistle blower," and then arranged for her to be interviewed by the media. The company's first appearance on the news channel, in addition to the account of their trip to the United States, also accused the University of Hong Kong to help conceal the epidemic, but did not mention their relationship with Guo Wengui, Bannon. Yan Limeng decent release of the so-called "origin paper", although the scientific community quickly characterized the paper as based on speculation of pseudoscience, but Hox News celebrity anchor Carlson September 15 still invited Yan Limeng to appear on the show, the paper content to carry forward. Even though the interview video was labeled as fake news by Facebook and other social media, it still recorded at least 8.8 million views and entered the mainstream. Only a few weeks after the visit, Carlson clarified that he did not agree with Yan Limeng's presentation.
In November 2020, "The New York Times" rare intervention criticism involving the most controversial "conspiracy theory" circle of overseas Chinese circles directly pointed out that the self-proclaimed "world's top virologist" Yan Limeng by the "red businessman "Guo Wengui and "underground president" Bannon two manipulation, and then slander China, to the world struggling in the epidemic among the suffering masses to spread the "virus originated in China" of the fallacious theory. Bannon and Guo Wengui have been manipulating Yan Limeng to create a series of rumors and propaganda that have raked in a lot of hidden money. The New York Times reporter at the end of the article disclosed a strong evidence details: "media reporters have used mobile phones to contact Yan Limeng's mother, but the other side said never as her daughter said arrested by the mainland public security, instead of daughter in the United States was used."
Yan Limeng's evolution from researcher to whistle blower is the product of the collaboration of two unrelated but increasingly united groups spreading disinformation: a smaller but active overseas Chinese group and a highly influential far-right group in the United States. Both groups saw an opportunity to advance their own agendas in the New Coronavirus pandemic. For overseas Chinese, Yan Limeng and her unfounded claims provide a powerful tool for those intent on overthrowing the Chinese government. For U.S. conservatives, it allows them to appeal to the growing anti-China sentiment in the West and distract attention from the Trump administration's failed response to the outbreak.
The linkage of these two groups representing the intellectual "pits" of China and the United States was the beginning of the deadly epidemic that followed, and both "pits" saw an opportunity to push their own agendas in the new coronavirus pandemic. Until with Yan Limeng began to publicly advocate by taking hydroxychloroquine can effectively cure the new crown virus, this typically irresponsible remarks among the U.S. public instantly spread, the U.S. local fight against the epidemic caused a devastating blow: hydroxychloroquine was later confirmed by the U.S. FDA on the treatment of novel coronavirus, and serious side effects to be able to kill!
The public's blindness combined with the "bricks and mortar" theory equaled a catastrophic human disaster. Tens of thousands of people have suffered physical damage, delayed treatment and even lost their lives due to the abuse of these drugs. From President Trump himself down to the MAGA civil society, they all believe in it. Even Taiwan, a faraway country, in early April 2020, followed the trend of believing that this drug is the "dawn of the human race against the epidemic", and not only included it in the new treatment guidelines for the crown, but even actively introduced production lines for investment and production, claiming that "active production, no worries about supply". It is even actively introduced into the production line for investment and production, claiming that "the supply will be worry-free". Taiwan's leaders even took this drug as the backbone of "TAIWAN CAN HELP" to promote it island-wide. A month later, the drug was officially discontinued by the U.S. FDA, Trump stopped the drug, Taiwan Island related industry chain blood money.
Yan Limeng incident, Guo Wengui Bannon duo through the Internet social media propaganda machine concocted political propaganda offensive. Caused by the global scope of the anti-epidemic process is incalculable huge losses.
2023.06.04 06:00 Unable_Pea_6744 Raid Digest Update
RAID Digest (02.06.23)
Greetings, Raiders! RAID: Call of the Arbiter limited series continues unfolding, and while we all are left pondering whether Kael has been actually betrayed, let's turn our attention to the first RAID Digest of June. Without further ado, let's get started.Polymorph Rebalance
Currently, many Arena teams rely on Polymorph to discourage landing debuffs on them or stripping their buffs. While this limitation was the original purpose of the Polymorph, we see that its restricting impact is much higher than we planned.Therefore we are going to introduce the following change: a Champion's ACC will start affecting their chances to transform an opponent into a sheep unless the Polymorph is upgraded to the 6th level. The Blessing's Stat bonuses and the chances to apply Polymorph are going to remain the same.
We will provide a free Blessings reset after the specified rebalance. The rebalance's date is yet to be announced but is unlikely to be earlier than July.
Live Arena Nuances
Currently, there is a bug in the Live Arena Area Bonuses - Ignore DEF bonus does not apply to damage inflicted by Masteries such as Warmaster, Giantslayer, or by Blessings. The fix is already on our agenda, though probably not for the very next update.After the recent Live Arena update, a player can meet opponents there from two Tiers below or two Tiers above. That effectively means that a match is possible between players who may be several hundred Live Arena points apart, especially in less populated Tiers for the more reliable opponent search. Still, the Live Arena matchmaking algorithm factors in different players’ data to find opponents for suitable challenge, even if they are from different Live Arena Tiers.
Some Subtleties of Battle Mechanics
The following section is for hardcore players who seek to maximize their battle performance by any means necessary and, thus, who pay close attention to every detail.The description of the Legendary Orc Champion Nogdar's Passive Skill "Headman's Return" might be a bit misleading. Not only may it revive him on the occasion of being killed when all his allies are alive but also whenever he is already dead, but the number of his dead allies changes to 0. For example, imagine a battle that has started with a team of 5 Champions, including Nogdar. Then he and his teammate fall. Then, at some point, that teammate is resurrected (making the number of Nogdar's dead allies 0). At that moment, Nogdar will be automatically revived if his Passive is not on Cooldown. We are considering changing the description of the skill in order to reflect that nuance.
Please note that the Stoneskin buff increases the incoming damage from Bombs to its owner 3 times, not 4 times, as was erroneously specified earlier.
Clan vs. Clan Tournament and Personal Rewards
The next installment of the CvC Tournament will feature no Personal RewardsThat's it for today's Digest. Have a fabulous weekend!
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2023.06.04 05:30 PunkrockPopeye Beat Em'!
 | "Beat Em'!" submitted by PunkrockPopeye to funny [link] [comments] Sometime among the events of the very first Kinder Cosmic... The director of the United States Space Force marches back and forth before a gathered group of several hardened space marines all standing at attention within a large training room as he addresses the group with a general Patton like speech. USSF Director: Ladies and gentlemen...We are at the precipice of the dawn of a new age! *The group murmurs amongst one another curiously. USSF Director: Time and time again threats from opposing galaxies, dimensions, and outer worlds; some beyond the very realm of human comprehension have descended upon our little blue marble suspended in space and threatened our quality of life, our society, our safety, our sovereignty and our very existence! *Several members of the group shudder and gasp as the director continues his sermon. USSF Director: If the citizens of this United States, no...The very world itself are to maintain our status qu- *The group diverts their attention behind the director towards the sound of a loud, laborious sigh. *The director shoots a disapproving glare at the alien grey known as Alpha as he continues to speak. USSF Director: As of late, the only force standing between the citizens of this planet and total annihilation has been... The lady astronaut and appointed liaison to the greys; one Luna Valentina gently pushes the little grey alien known as Jorg towards the middle of the room as she whispers in his earholes. Luna: ...Go ahead, Jorg! *Dressed in a bright red silk dress and miniskirt with a purple bandanna tied tightly around the crown of his head; Jorg stares at the hem of his dress with either side clasped tightly within his hands as he swings his hips from side to side and hums happily as the dress flutters back and forth. The USSF Director sighs apathetically as he continues to speak, pointing at the little grey now standing beside him. USSF Director: W-What... *The Director shields his mouth and whispers to Alpha and Luna as Jorg continues swaying unmoved and unbothered. USSF Director: What th-....What is this? *Luna laughs and smiles as she replies patiently. Luna: The only way I could get him to cooperate is if I let him wear his dress! *The Director stares at Jorg still humming and fluttering from side to side and then Alpha confusedly. Alpha: He thinks it makes him stronger... *Luna giggles as she follows Alpha’s words. Luna: He...he doesn't understand how feminism works! *The Director stares at the flamboyant grey and then Alpha once more. *Alpha throws his hands up as he replies. Alpha: Who the hell am I to tell him otherwise? As far as I know it probably does! *The USSF Director sighs frustratedly as he quips. USSF Director: Jesus fucking Christ...Can he fight wearing it? *Alpha smirks mischievously as he speaks. Alpha: ...Jorg? Jorg can fight in anything, anywhere, at anytime! USSF Director: Fine...Well I guess we'll conti- *Suddenly the Director is interrupted by a massive, muscled and imposing Sergeant who addresses the group obnoxiously. Sergeant: Why is that little alien wearing a fuckin' miniskirt!? Luna snaps defensively. Luna: HE'S IN TOUCH WITH HIS FEMININE SIDE! *A private nearby mutters knowingly. Private: Well, I heard that lil' shit is completely unhinged! *The group of hardened space marines murmur amongst one another as Luna plants her hands on her hips and speaks once more. Luna: NO HE ISN’T! HE SAVED YOUR IGNORANT ASSES! *The Sergeant points at the preoccupied grey as he speaks once again. Sergeant: That scrawny, 80 lbs, ugly ass little critter? Saved what? Ru Paul's drag race? *The private glares at the Sergeant standing beside him confusedly as he continues to speak. Private: Where the hell have you been man!? You didn't hear about what happened in Tulsa? *The Sergeant cuts a sidelong glance at the private as he continues to speak. Sargeant: Stationed abroad... No phones, or internet, or TV, or electricity, or running water...not even a fuckin working toilet! So no...I don't know "what happened in Tulsa". Private: ...Oh. Well I HEARD he leveled half a city fighting some interstellar Lovecraftian planet killer... USSF Director: OFFICIALLY THAT WAS A LEVEL 4 EARTHQUAKE! Private: SURE BOSS! whatever y'all say, it's not like it hasn't been cycling all over Tiktok for months... USSF Director: RUSSIAN PROPAGANDA! A DIVERSIONARY TACTIC TO UNDERMINE UNITED ST- *Alpha sighs again loudly. *As the group continues to bicker incessantly the USSF Commander from "Kinder Cosmic: Paradise Lost" strolls into the training room and smiles with a large grin as he leans against a supply depots consignment widow and addresses it's quartermaster casually. Commander: Has it started yet!? QuarterMaster: ....Has what started yet? *The Commander grins mischievously as he continues to speak. Commander: Say...Are you a bettin' man? Quarter Master: On what exactly? Commander: Costello over there of course! *The Quarter Master stares at the grey still preoccupied with his pretty dress and then the Commander once again. Quarter Master: That sick lookin, effeminate little space midget against ALL OF THEM!? *The Commander smiles knowingly. Commander: You bet your ass! *The QuarterMaster doubles a glance back and forth between the grey and the Commander as he speaks. QuarterMaster: How drunk are you? Commander: VERY! QuarterMaster: How much do you wanna put down on him? *The Commander reaches into his pocket then slams several stacks of money upon the window's table as he speaks. Commander: My ENTIRE goddamned pension! *The Quarter Master stares at the little grey smiling as he swings in his pretty red dress and then the hardened military veterans and finally, the grinning Commander once more. Quarter Master: You're on! *The USSF Director silences the gathered, bickering and murmuring group as he interjects. USSF Director: QUIET! *The group of military commandos quickly stand at attention as the USSF Director commences pacing and continues his addressment once again while Luna smiles knowingly and Alpha shakes his head from side to side...also knowingly. USSF Director: THE POINT IS! That we're facing a potential threat that is completely out of human understanding, the very laws of physics itself and our current martial capabilities! *The USSF Director points at the greys; Alpha’s arms folded as he stands like a solemn statue and Jorg still hyperfocused as he busily plays with his red dress. USSF Director: Although they ARE friendl- *Alpha’s face sours distastefully as he hisses underbreath. Alpha: Pshhh... *The Director darts a sharp glare at Alpha who returns it with a twisted, smug expression and then at Luna who shrugs her shoulders casually. USSF Director: ....Although they ARE NOT THE ENEMY we can not let the future of humanity... *The Director stares at Jorg who is still absolutely lost within his own world as he continues to speak. USSF Director: ...Rest upon the strapless shoulder blades of one four and a half foot; morally and mentally compromised little...whatever in the hell this thing is. *The Director points towards Jorg as he flutters and sways repeatedly. *Luna retorts defensively as Alpha comments sarcastically. Luna: HEY! Alpha: Well...I mean, he's right. Man's still kinda a misguided idiot but when he's right he's right! *The Director glares at Alpha once more as his subordinates murmur and contemplate his directive aloud amongst one another. Private: We are so, so, so completely and utterly screwed... *The Sergeant standing besides the private shrugs apathetically as he speaks. Sergeant: I don't see what the big deal is... *The director marches to and fro once again as he continues to speak. USSF Director: That being said! The ONLY WAY to adjust our combat to this new enemy is simulated combat WITH THE ENEMY! Private: I'M NOT FIGHTING THOSE THINGS! *Alpha smiles slyly and quips sarcastically as The Director retorts with a commanding tone. Alpha: ....Sissy! USSF Director: Oh yes you will private! Unless of course you want... AN EXTRA WORK DETAIL! Private: GOD-DAMNIT! *The Director grins as he continues to speak. USSF Director: Besides! You'll only be facing a single extraterrestrial opponent today, Alpha has adamantly refused to participate in this exercise... *Alpha retorts sharply. Alpha: I said, "You can go fuck yourself", that's what I said. *Luna erupts with a riotous laughter as the USSF Director glares at Alpha in return. *The Sergeant points towards Jorg still playing with his fluttering dress. Sergeant: And lil' Miss Doubtfire over here? HE'S supposed to be our opponent!? *Luna beams with pride as she retorts. Luna: I wouldn't underestimate Jorg! He's wildly talented! Sergeant: At what!? Martha Stewart style homesteading? *The group snickers as Luna giggles and returns a mischievous grin and then quips once more. Luna: THAT TOO! *Alpha clarifies casually as the group murmurs and looks on at the little grey still lost amongst the surrounding atmosphere. Alpha: Consent for Jorg is kind of a non-issue, he's barely aware of where he is half the time. When goaded he does have a certain instinctive enthusiasm for martial combat under the right conditions. I don't even know where he learned it, he just came back one day and knew it innately. Like a telekinetic amalgamation of something between Ong-Bak and Jet Li... *The Private stares at the little grey in suspended disbelief. Private: Under...what conditions? *Alpha grins knowingly; as he responds. Alpha: Basically...You've got to manage to piss him off. Private: "Piss him off?" *The Sergeant cracks his knuckles as he smiles belligerently. Sergeant: Well this should be easy! *Alpha shrugs unknowingly. Alpha: Maybe...Sometimes it is and sometimes it isn't! To evoke this reaction from Jorg or to "Piss him off"; it is like this ingrained psychological trigger. It isn't so much guided as a form of premeditated anger as a kind of pro-active defense mechanism. He's not even really fully aware when he does it. I think it may be a kind of "Fight or Flight" reaction he just does. Except Jorg...well...Jorg pretty much always chooses to fight. *The privates eyes widen curiously as he stares the little grey up and down before him. Private: Is he...is he dangerous!? *The USSF Commander laughs heartily as he slams his hand upon the provisional warehouse window and retorts excitedly. USSF Commander: YOU CAN BET YOUR ASS HE IS! *The QuarterMaster glares at the USSF Commander as he chimes in. QuarterMaster: I wanna replace my bet! *The USSF Commander replies snarkily. USSF Commander: TOO LATE ASSHOLE! *Alpha, Luna, The Director and the group of soldiers all divert their attention towards the Commander and QuarterMaster until Alpha continues speaking. Alpha: Jorg!? Dangerous? I mean...IF YOU DESERVE IT then I dunno... *Alpha shrugs apathetically. Alpha: ...Maybe? I really doubt he'd actively kill anyone though. *The private throws his hands into the air and addresses Alpha frustratedly as the group murmurs amongst themselves once more. Private: THE FUCK YOU MEAN "MAYBE" AND YOU "DOUBT HE'LL KILL ANYONE"!? *Alpha shrugs once more... Alpha: It's Jorg...Jorg is Jorg! You'll see... *The private stares at the two greys one after another then retorts underbreath as he turns to walk away. Private: I'm so not fuckin doing this... USSF Director: MORE WORK DETAIL! Private: GODDAMNIT! Sergeant: Well I think they're full of shit... Private: THEY TORE APART AN ENTIRE MILITARY BASE "JUST BECAUSE". Sergeant: Of Non-combatant "week-long warriors" I bet! Might as well be a buncha national guardsmen...I mean...JUST LOOK AT HIM! *The Sergeant points towards Jorg still swaying giddily. Sergeant: ...There's no way in hell that little queer fella could take a seasoned soldier! *Luna retorts defensively. Luna: JORG ISN’T GAY! HE'S JUST SENSITIVE AND HE'S VERY SPECIAL! *Luna cuts her gaze towards Alpha seeking confirmation. Luna: He isn't...is he? *Alpha shrugs unknowingly and apathetically as the group murmurs amongst themselves once more. *The Private suddenly turns then approaches a series of lockers and containment bins stowing riot gear, defensive equipment and padded suits much like one that would be used to disarm a bomb or train a K-9 attack dog as nearly all of his peers follow suit... Private: I'm not fucking with this lil dude without my PPE! *The Sergeant snorts obnoxiously in response as he watches. Sergeant: I don't need that crap...Besides, it's hard to move or fight with all that bullshit on! Whatchu gonna do? Bumper car bang him to death with it? *The Private shrugs undisturbed. Private: ....Whatever! The crowd gathers all around the little grey warily; some armed with things like MMA gloves, hand-wraps, Batons and extended martial defense metallic rods as they all approach the grey from all angles. Suspicious and cautious at exactly what the little grey might do and exactly how he might respond. That is all but one, the boisterous military Sergeant who readies himself and then throws the very first strike at the seemingly defenseless and unsuspecting Jorg. Without ever even lifting his eyes from the hem of his dress, in a matter of moments warping the surrounding spectators very perception of time; Jorg shifts his head slightly towards the left as the Sergeant's fist narrowly misses the grey by a hair's length. *The USSF Commander slams his hand upon the provisional warehouses window once more as he retorts giddily. USSF Commander: HAH! What happens next can best be described through the conveyance of a matter of collective very short-lived and somewhat difficulty perceived moments. The next soldier and the next and the next and the next; all of them simultaneously rush towards the little grey slinging their fists and their weapons towards the inattentive and unbothered little grey. Jorg bobs, weaves, and feints his big grey bandanna wrapped head not unlike a hyperactive, super-powered Muhammad Ali; as fist and all flies from every perceivable angle, not ever touching him...not even once, his attention still diverted towards his fluttering dress all the while. Another military combatant rushes forewords and thrusts a kick towards the grey; to which he spins out of reach with seamless grace as yet another kick comes flying from it's opposing direction to which the grey quickly ducks then loops his body around from underneath...still playing with the hem of his pretty red dress still humming to himself gleefully as Luna erupts with laughter. Sergeant: What...what the hell IS THIS!? Luna: I TOLD YOU! Private: He....He never even LOOKED at us...NOT ONCE! *The Director stares at Luna and Alpha then questions them curiously. USSF Director: Why isn't he defending himself? Alpha: ...Probably because Jorg doesn't see any of you as a threat. *The boisterous military Sergeant walks towards Jorg then plants a single finger upon his forehead then slowly pushes him backwards; to which Jorg sways back then forwards then rests in the exact same position of which he'd originally been. Sergeant: What do you mean he doesn't see us as a threat? *Alpha responds casually. Alpha: I mean exactly what I said! Jorg only reacts when driven towards it from an outside stimulus; when he himself, someone he cares about, or perhaps even others are under certain conditions of diress such as a threat or pressure or the friction of oncoming conflict. It is very difficult to tell exactly when this trigger will set off from an outside perspective but FOR JORG these lines are ingrained within his very being. It's like a reflex, he doesn't even have to think about it. Private: How is it he can move so quickly like that? I could barely even see him doing it! Alpha: Part of it is because Jorg instinctively compounds his telekinesis with Kinetic energy. The other is because he's clairvoyant, prophetic even. This doesn't just apply to the precepts of time or it's passage through the universe itself but also to an outside stimulus. But just like almost all things concerning Jorg; he isn't fully aware of what he's doing and what he does it its all interdependent on outside stimulus and outside perception and interpretation. In short, Jorg is like a living mirror in everything he does and reasons for doing them. A reflection of one's self whether they even realize it or not. He could punch through a two inch steel wall or bulletproof plate glass window faster than you could blink if he wanted to... *Alpha shrugs casually. Alpha: ...Only problem is it takes alot for Jorg to actively feel inclined to do so. Well...sometimes. All that being said apparently he sees absolutely none of you as an inclination for him to act...and so...he doesn't. He doesn't see any of you as a threat! *The Sergeant fumes angrily and frustratedly as he stares at the preoccupied little alien frustratedly and then speaks angrily. Sergeant: WHADDYA MEAN "HE DOESN'T SEE ME AS A THREAT"!? I'M A GODDAMNED NAVY SEAL! I DID TWO TOURS IN AZKABAN! *Alpha replies to the Sergeant flatly and unflinching. Alpha: Exactly what I just said...Your limited human capabilities and physicality to Jorg is a non-issue. You're not big enough, strong enough, forceful enough or physically capable through your own recognizance of being a perceivable threat to him. *The Sergeant stands from the opposing side of the playful grey in the little red dress then angrily unbuttons and unholsters his service weapon as he holds it in both hands, pointed towards the ground. *The USSF Commander laughs a riotous laugh as he spectates from the warehouse window some distance away then pounds the desk upon it once more as he goads the Sergeant playfully. USSF Commander: YOU GET EM HOSS! *The Commander quickly turns towards it's QuarterMaster then whispers as he winks towards his glare. USSF Commander: ....Fucking idjit! *Luna’s eyes widen with worry as she begins to speak. Luna: I WOULDN'T DO TH- *Alpha calmly places a gentle hand upon Luna’s shoulder as he knowingly interjects solemnly yet very mischievously. Alpha: Nah....Let em'. The Sergeant steadies his firearm upon the grey methodically as all of his compatriots watch onwards nervously. And what happens next, again...Can best be explained by a breakdown of a series of events that through our perception of time unfolded within a matter of moments. ...But to Jorg himself? Well, that's another matter entirely. Just like one perceptive light switch suddenly being flicked on from deep, deep, deep within Jorg’s psyche. The little grey suddenly raises his head; his black, saucer shaped eyes widened with a perfectly aligned subconscious awareness. One of them twitching erratically above a maddened grin as above and all throughout this training room; the loud deafening roar of electric guitar reverberates one ear-splitting and most deafening melody. Loudly cutting through the awkward silence not unlike a high-powered circular saw this melody is that of the song "Beat It" the cover of an infamous Michael Jackson tune preformed by the band "Fall Out Boy". https://youtu.be/Qt54wA7Z2LY And as this guitar melody drones and roars throughout the intercom and sirens of the facility all around; As Alpha smirks smugly and Luna laughs...and then gasps. What follows suit could be quite accurately articulated as a series of movements so perceivably fast, powerful, and deadly accurate that one could quite convincingly say that Jorg DID move faster than a human could blink. He quickly utilizes his telekinetic energy with one hand to jerk the firearm out from within the Sergeant's grasp not unlike a vaulted football ripped from between a running back's fingers. And as this pistol flies and spins towards Jorg he launches himself into the air, quickly preforming a spinning back kick that smacks against the gun sending it ricocheting and flipping once more until it hurtles directly dead center of the Sergeant's face sending him spiraling and sprawled out upon the ground nearby while the gun itself deflects, is thrown against a nearby wall and then misfires. Space Marine: SHIT...MY LEG! And as the lyrics of the song echo and vibrates all throughout this training room, quaking its walls and cushioned floormats with every progressing spoken word; the frightened private quickly turns to sprint in the other direction, absolutely ANY direction away from Jorg. But little did he know; it was far, far, far too late... Jorg harnesses his telekinetic energy to rip the man's legs out from beneath him, as he does Jorg quickly sprints forward, leaps into the air again like a telekinetic grasshopper then dead drops his knee into the private's back. As Jorg "ground and pounds" the back of the privates combat protective headgear repeatedly in rapid succession; not unlike quick repeating Wing-Chun punches into the back of the man's head, striking and bouncing his forehead off of the training floor's cushioned material all to the rhythm of this melody. The surrounding marines look around at one another, murmuring in a stunned confusion as the private cries for help. Private: G-G-GET I- *WHACK! *BANG! *POW! *WHOMP! *THUMP-THUMP-THUMP! Private: GET IT OFFA ME! *The USSF Director points at the private then addresses the fearful combatants sternly. USSF Director: ...WELL!? HELP HIM! *One of the remaining combatants turns to kick Jorg off of the private when the grey quickly stops then pivots as if in anticipation of said strike; catches the man's ankle then smiles with a malevolent grin before twisting it with a loud *CRACK! *Luna squints her eyes closed and winces painfully as Alpha grins a grin very much reflective of Jorg’s and they both comment. Luna: Oooooooh! Alpha: Fuck em'... Elsewhere at the provisional warehouse window the USSF Commander slams his hand down upon the table once more as he also comments; smiling at the QuarterMaster with a shit eating grin all the while. USSF Commander: That looked like it HURT LIKE HELL! GET EM' HOSS! *The QuarterMaster also comments, sneering distastefully. QuarterMaster: I fuckin' hate you... Elsewhere amongst the whirlwind of rapid, successful strikes and all to a melody; Jorg now stands his miniskirt fluttering in training room's AC cooled air along with the motion of his movements with the Marine's now broken ankle held between the palms of his hands; the man still wailing with pain. In an amount of time accumulating to less than the passage of a few seconds; the grey spins and leg sweeps the other man's remaining limb, tossing him upwards into the air before kicking him in the abdomen with a telekinetically reinforced strike that sends the man hurtling into and bouncing off of the nearest wall. As another approaching soldier moves in to strike Jorg the grey quickly hops a foot into the air once more; then quickly plants a deflective side kick in rapid, fluid succession into the center of the man's chest which sends him staggering back just a few paces. *The soldier hardens himself as he pounds his chest then closes in on Jorg once more. Space Marine: IS THAT ALL YOU GOT!? And as this melody continues to pound with a thunderous roar all throughout the training room; Jorg smiles a sadistic smile. While the man races forwards to preform a takedown upon the little grey, Jorg quickly and acrobatically dips his head and upper abdomen towards the ground. With a certain level of martial flexibility mirroring that of a Shaolin Monk the grey lifts the pad of his foot from behind towards where his head originally was, arching it upwards and from behind his backside with his torso now angled downwards, he then slams the bottom of his foot into the Marine's forehead; stunning him instantaneously. Jorg quickly rights his equilibrium and with a fluid, unceasing movement uses that very same leg to plant a telekinetically charged front kick into the man's sternum; sending him flying backwards and crashing into yet another padded wall. Space Marine: YOU CRAZY LITTLE SHIT! A remaining marine shouts at Jorg and then races towards him from a flanked position sending his own angled "axe kick" towards the grey's abdomen. And as this melody pounds and reverberates the ether all around from every perceivable direction; without so much as a moments hesitation, forethought, or consideration Jorg side steps then archs his own leg around the own man's "Axe Kick" locking it into place. *The Marine's eyes meet the grey's; whose deep, darkened saucer shaped eyes are deadlocked onto his own. Shining with a glossy, detached madness as the grey's smile widens. And with their legs locked in place, Jorg intentionally restricts the man's movement; the Marine's remaining free leg trembles as he utters words of fear and astonishment. Space Marine: Oh....SHI- *Before the man can even get the words out the grey hops into the air with his remaining leg with the other still locked in place, then uses his free leg to dropkick the soldier dead center of his chest with another telekinetically reinforced strike before quickly releasing his leglock to send the man vaulting into another padded wall not unlike a human bullet. And as this resounding melody finally tolls onwards towards it's completion; the little grey still stands in the middle of this training room. In the exact spot in which he'd originally began; surrounded by moaning, bloody, blackened and bruised human cadavers. Who at this point are each and all very, very much alive; though perhaps their pride...not so much. *Luna shakes her head from side to side as the USSF Director speaks. USSF Director: Well...we're never doing that again! *Alpha stares at the director and smiles with an air of apathy. Alpha: I could have told you but you'd never have listened... *The private spits a mouthful of blood onto the ground as he slowly gathers his strength to try to lift himself from it, next to the still unconscious Sergeant lying face down on the floormat beside him. Private: We are so...so...so fucked. *At the provisional warehouse window the QuarterMaster counts out the last of his debt and then slams it upon the table towards the USSF Commander's outstretched smile now grinning from ear to ear. USSF Commander: It was nice doin' business with you! QuarterMaster: Shut the hell up... |
2023.06.04 05:27 Frenzy_deku Guardians Vol.3 Review
This was one of the greatest MCU films I’ve ever watched. Yet the darkest one I’ve ever seen since I’ve first got into this universe.
It was really an epic experience to see Quill and the others on the big screen again since Vol.2, Endgame, and Love & Thunder. Especially when they finally let us tap into Rocket’s character development and story. (Which was one of the darkest things I’ve ever saw in my life.)
Props to James Gunn for literally tricking us into thinking that Rocket was actually gonna die, I gotta admit, even he had me getting emotional. Gotta tell you, this whole film really made me eat through all of my popcorn and soda watching all of the deep scenes of the movie. Seriously, I was eating nonstop!!
My hatred for the high evolutionary grows every damn day. Honestly, i hated how he got Teefs, Floor and Lylla killed, I was too livid on that fact. I was laughing at the fact that Adam Warlock and his mother were basically scared of H.E., but I hope Adam will be ok.
I was mad that the team had split up, but at the end of the day, they did what they had to do. Even quill. I was so glad I got to watch this experience, I’ll miss this OG team so much, even Mantis and Drax.
10/10!! I wish the cast and crew the best of luck. Hoping peter gets a Solo Series or something.
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It was really an epic experience to see Quill and the others on the big screen again since Vol.2, Endgame, and Love & Thunder. Especially when they finally let us tap into Rocket’s character development and story. (Which was one of the darkest things I’ve ever saw in my life.)
Props to James Gunn for literally tricking us into thinking that Rocket was actually gonna die, I gotta admit, even he had me getting emotional. Gotta tell you, this whole film really made me eat through all of my popcorn and soda watching all of the deep scenes of the movie. Seriously, I was eating nonstop!!
My hatred for the high evolutionary grows every damn day. Honestly, i hated how he got Teefs, Floor and Lylla killed, I was too livid on that fact. I was laughing at the fact that Adam Warlock and his mother were basically scared of H.E., but I hope Adam will be ok.
I was mad that the team had split up, but at the end of the day, they did what they had to do. Even quill. I was so glad I got to watch this experience, I’ll miss this OG team so much, even Mantis and Drax.
10/10!! I wish the cast and crew the best of luck. Hoping peter gets a Solo Series or something.
2023.06.04 05:22 The_Mighty_Bird Unjerk: The Michael Bay TMNT movies are better than the Bay Transformers movies
I’m not sorry. They are objectively better and more fun. I cannot hate them. The Bayformers movies killed the TMNT series imo.
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2023.06.04 05:21 smalltown_dreamspeak I need a little encouragement, please!
I recently got a better job and moved out of my parents' house. I worked really, really hard to get to this point.
My entire life, up until now, has been marred by poverty (and unwell parents, and my parents' legal issues). I grew up hearing "no" so often that I learned just not to ask for anything. When I started working as a teen, 100% of my paycheck, for years, went straight back to the household, and even when my parents were financially stable enough not to need ALL of my income, they still often needed SOME of it, or would need help with the mortgage, bills, etc. I have never, in my life, felt financially stable or secure. I was never able to save, because my parents would encounter some issue and end up needing most/all of my savings.
A couple of years ago (when mandates due to the pandemic started being lifted), I started developing the terrible habit of knowing that if I spent my money ASAP, I would not have any to give to my parents. At least then, I would be able to enjoy (with guilt) the work I'd put forth. I still gave my parents a lot of money, but I was able to do things like eat out, buy pretty clothes, go drinking, etc.
Now that I'm out of the house and trying to be independent, I have ~$7k in credit card debt. I'm very lucky in the sense that my mother worked her ass off to instill the wisdom in me that bills CANNOT go unpaid and CANNOT be paid late- consequently, my credit score is in the 700s and my overall credit usage is low compared to how much credit I have. Considering this is my total debt after years of horrible habits, I'm doing really good. In a lot of ways, my mom did the best with what she had and taught me some really good habits when it comes to keeping my life together.
I think it's mostly just residual trauma of growing up living and breathing restriction, but now I am struggling SO bad with learning to just stay home during my off time, entertain myself, and practice healthy spending habits. All I want to do is go out and eat somewhere, drink myself silly, obtain some Trinkets(tm), and have a goodass time. I've forgotten how to tell myself "no" and the few times I do, I feel like it's somehow the end of the world. Like maybe I will get hit by a bus tomorrow and my life will have been capped off by the same resounding, suffocating NO that it's always been mired in.
Honestly I have done a really great job with the wisdom my mom taught me and my own work. My total living expenses per month now come out to around half (or less) of what I am projected to earn each month. This is absolutely the most "rollin' in it" I've ever been, and my current job is far easier than any other I've had. IF I really tried, my debt could be gone by the end of the year. All I have to do is exercise an ounce of restraint. (Even if I only cut out the drinking, that would probably solve 1/3rd of my debt, in and of itself).
But I am really struggling at this whole self-control thing. It's REALLY hard to invest in my future when before, I could never see a future worth investing in. Usually, I couldn't see a future at all. I've lived longer than I really thought I would. Kudos to mom and dad in that department.
Staying home feels like I've wasted a day. The boredom makes my skin crawl. I struggle to focus on any task that doesn't reward me with instant gratification. I stayed home today, fixed my own healthy food, sat outside, cleaned up the apartment, and the Sunday Scaries are threatening to fucking kill me.
How do you convince yourself that the future doesn't have to be swamped in debt?? How do you stay home and chill out?
I'm always anxious, always disappointed with myself, and the only things that I can do to keep from blowing my paycheck (and then some) is to focus on the intense shame of my debt being MY OWN fault. I'm the only one to blame.
I just. Need some encouragement to stay the fuck home, and doodle or watch TV or something.
I've worked really, really, really hard!!
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My entire life, up until now, has been marred by poverty (and unwell parents, and my parents' legal issues). I grew up hearing "no" so often that I learned just not to ask for anything. When I started working as a teen, 100% of my paycheck, for years, went straight back to the household, and even when my parents were financially stable enough not to need ALL of my income, they still often needed SOME of it, or would need help with the mortgage, bills, etc. I have never, in my life, felt financially stable or secure. I was never able to save, because my parents would encounter some issue and end up needing most/all of my savings.
A couple of years ago (when mandates due to the pandemic started being lifted), I started developing the terrible habit of knowing that if I spent my money ASAP, I would not have any to give to my parents. At least then, I would be able to enjoy (with guilt) the work I'd put forth. I still gave my parents a lot of money, but I was able to do things like eat out, buy pretty clothes, go drinking, etc.
Now that I'm out of the house and trying to be independent, I have ~$7k in credit card debt. I'm very lucky in the sense that my mother worked her ass off to instill the wisdom in me that bills CANNOT go unpaid and CANNOT be paid late- consequently, my credit score is in the 700s and my overall credit usage is low compared to how much credit I have. Considering this is my total debt after years of horrible habits, I'm doing really good. In a lot of ways, my mom did the best with what she had and taught me some really good habits when it comes to keeping my life together.
I think it's mostly just residual trauma of growing up living and breathing restriction, but now I am struggling SO bad with learning to just stay home during my off time, entertain myself, and practice healthy spending habits. All I want to do is go out and eat somewhere, drink myself silly, obtain some Trinkets(tm), and have a goodass time. I've forgotten how to tell myself "no" and the few times I do, I feel like it's somehow the end of the world. Like maybe I will get hit by a bus tomorrow and my life will have been capped off by the same resounding, suffocating NO that it's always been mired in.
Honestly I have done a really great job with the wisdom my mom taught me and my own work. My total living expenses per month now come out to around half (or less) of what I am projected to earn each month. This is absolutely the most "rollin' in it" I've ever been, and my current job is far easier than any other I've had. IF I really tried, my debt could be gone by the end of the year. All I have to do is exercise an ounce of restraint. (Even if I only cut out the drinking, that would probably solve 1/3rd of my debt, in and of itself).
But I am really struggling at this whole self-control thing. It's REALLY hard to invest in my future when before, I could never see a future worth investing in. Usually, I couldn't see a future at all. I've lived longer than I really thought I would. Kudos to mom and dad in that department.
Staying home feels like I've wasted a day. The boredom makes my skin crawl. I struggle to focus on any task that doesn't reward me with instant gratification. I stayed home today, fixed my own healthy food, sat outside, cleaned up the apartment, and the Sunday Scaries are threatening to fucking kill me.
How do you convince yourself that the future doesn't have to be swamped in debt?? How do you stay home and chill out?
I'm always anxious, always disappointed with myself, and the only things that I can do to keep from blowing my paycheck (and then some) is to focus on the intense shame of my debt being MY OWN fault. I'm the only one to blame.
I just. Need some encouragement to stay the fuck home, and doodle or watch TV or something.
I've worked really, really, really hard!!
2023.06.04 05:06 Onelovergirl We need justice in Uganda 🏳️🌈💪
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2023.06.04 05:05 A_Stony_Shore Murkintok Municipal Airport
I was going to be late. I was on the verge of panic, uncertain of where I’d come from or why I was late, but I was going to be late.
Today was supposed to be different. I was sure of it. The start of something new. My only opportunity to move out of my little dead-end corner of Appalachia rested on me arriving for the night shift on time.
I sped over the rolling road in a panic. Dense old growth rushed past in a blur periodically broken by small plots of pasture, apple orchards and fields that a few months earlier were brimming with corn. Shadows danced out there in the dim moonlight and the closer I got to the airfield the more separated from the small outlying town I felt.
My steering wheel was cold and it vibrated wildly in rhythm with my heart. I tapped it impatiently.
The rusted hulk nearly left the road each time I crested a hillock. My suspension groaned under the salt spurred corrosion and strain.
I can get a new car if this all works out.
I nearly missed my turn. Fishtailing, I plodded off the main road onto an aptly named “Airport Drive”.
I came to a halt at the designated stall and turned the car off.
A minute to spare.
I looked out into the darkness beyond the parking area and a tingle ran down my spine. The shadows that were once dancing as I passed were still now and the air oppressive. My hands were tingled with cold yet brimmed with sweat. Before opening the door, I took a few deep breaths, flattened my hair, and made sure my uniform was sharp. Looking into my image in the rearview mirror I cleared my throat.
“Alright buddy. You’ve been drifting from service job to service job in this dying county for half a decade. Somethings got to change. *You’ve* got to change. You’ve got a daughter now, you can’t be out there chasing bar weasels and getting drunk every other night. It’s time to up your game. You aren’t the little boy who had to stand in the corner with his nose to the wall every time you messed up anymore. Now your choices matter for her life too. The pay and experience here are going to help springboard you off into something bigger and brighter. You can do this.”
My car door shrieked open causing the chirping and croaks in the forest around the airfield to briefly fall silent. The crunch of gravel followed me across the unpaved, unmarked parking spaces poorly illuminated by one lonely floodlight. I made my way to the entrance of the terminal and pulled open the door to the chime of an old brass bell.
“Oh, hey buddy.” He glanced at the clock. “You’re early.” Stepping into the room I saw Gus casually looking up from his crossword, bifocals resting on his fat, bright red nose.
“Yessir. I figured maybe if things weren’t too busy we could get started early. I’ve heard night shift can be a lot to take in.”
His brows furrowed and his mouth hung half open.
“Well….alright, I guess. But we’ll be easing you in. Just the basics for the first week.” He held up a finger, “Will and I are gonna rotate each night, until we know you’ve got the hang of it, then we’ll start giving you more responsibilities – if you’re up to it.”
We spent several hours on the night shift responsibilities for the airfield. Many of the duties weren’t too complicated. When we went to the control room at the base of the single tower overlooking the tarmac we flipped several very clearly marked switches turning the runway lights on and off. Then we walked over the several generators tucked away behind baggage claim to check their fuel and oil levels.
“Checking these emergency generators things each night seems a bit overkill, no?” I asked.
Gus smiled. “These aren’t for emergencies. This is our power. Yea, this past winter much to our surprise we found that some of the power poles came down. Some heavy rainfall right before the first snow turned the ground to soup and the just sort of…fell over.”
“They really shouldn’t do that.”
Gus shrugged. “Yea well, corners get cut all over the place. Damn things still aren’t back up, so here we are.”
As we walked back over to the portables for baggage claim and arrivals/departures. Another tingle ran down my spine. Instinctively I looked around and caught sight of something out in the dark. It was the feeling of being watched. I tried to focus my eyes on the darkness. I saw some gently pulsating shadows near the trees but nothing more.
The chirping and croaks were nowhere to be heard and I shivered.
“Come on kid, I ain’t got all night.”
I came to and trotted over to where Gus had stopped. “Sorry, I thought I saw…something.”
We continued onward, restocking the restrooms, went over baggage tagging and safe lifting procedures and the other mundane parts of preparing for the night’s departures and arrivals.
Finally, we wrapped up my first training session with perimeter checks.
Gus’ labored breathing alternated with his footfalls on the blacktop as we walked down the small runway.
“Every 3 hours you are going to be making this walk.” He gestured around. “You start over at the ATC tower and head out to the tree line, then follow that parallel to the tarmac until you pass the last of the landing lights and keep going until you hit the transmission shack. Don’t get distracted and go off following the transmission lines. Had a guy do that a year or two ago and it took us a week only to find his ass mumbling by the side of the road talking about the linemen – boy wasn’t right after that.”
He paused thoughtfully for a moment.
“Anywho, after the transmission shack you hook right following the shore of the river until you hit Eddie’s orchard then head back. You’ll pass his cornfield and follow that until you see the two terminal portables, then you check the parking lot and come back to the office to enter it all in the logbook. Just need to make sure there ain’t nothing out there that shouldn’t be.”
We continued walking in silence for a few minutes. “So what do I do if I find something? Are we looking for the Wilson boys or something? I thought they stopped causing trouble after you…”
“Well, you need to enter it in the logbook for one.”
“Bears? What do I do if it’s bears?”
He stopped. “Bears? What the hell are you rambling about? We don’t get bears this time of year. Oh, and be sure to bring your bear spray.”
“Even though there aren’t bears?”
“It’s under the counter next to the logbook.” He paused again. “If you see any wildlife, just take the truck out there and honk at it to get it away from the runway. Be sure to use your high beams, too. Very important. You see any people you get back to the office and call the Sheriff – don’t need to be a hero. You hear anything weird out there in the dark you leave it be, if it’s off property it’s not our problem.”
“Any questions?” he asked as we got back to the office.
A few.
“No, I’m good.”
“Great, Will’s in the control tower if anything comes up. No flights scheduled for tonight so it should be awfully quiet. Here’s the keys to the castle. Adios.”
He placed a massive key ring into my hand that had more keys than there were doors on the property and took off.
I sat down behind the counter, looked at the broken clock and sighed.
I was able to knock out the task list before midnight and had 6 more hours to kill before the end of my shift. There was no cell service, because of course not. I tried reading an old Town and Country magazine I found stashed under the desk and found most of the pages had been covered in circles and doodles by someone who must have been just as bored as I was on some unknown shift prior.
I decided to sweep up and clean the counters to keep myself busy and after I was done it was only 12:15.
I groaned.
The silence was oppressive. Outside the window was an empty, dark expanse with a slowly strobing series of red lights marking the flight line. I felt safer indoors but even then as I stared into the dark something felt off. If I turned my gaze from the windows I could see something out of the corner of my eyes. Branches swaying in the breeze.
There was no wind here.
12:34.
I pulled the logbook out from its shelf and placed it on the counter entering my start time, grabbed my flashlight and headed out into the frigid night.
The occasional whistling of the wind punctuated my footfalls. I passed red light posts every few yards on a never-ending runway. I kept walking for what felt like half an hour, losing count of the lights I’d passed. I turned back out of curiosity and still saw the slowly receding light of the air traffic control tower confirming that yes, all was well. After the runway ended I continued into the dark until coming to the boarded up transmission shack and the power lines that ran off into the forest.
I came the edge of the marsh and began following it. Minutes passed. I turned to get my bearings on the tower and found it’s lonely beacon, but I also noticed a void in the dark – not a blackness per-se, black is a color. No, it was a complete lack of color, a hole in existence out past the power lines. It was getting larger.
I picked up my pace.
I got to the orchard and looked back finding that the lights were out. All of them were out. And that thing in the forest was growing near.
I stood there and watched it for several minutes waiting for it to move. It didn’t.
I turned back now walking as fast as I could. After a dozen yards I stopped and turned around.
It was closer, I was sure of it. Much closer.
I turned and began to jog forgetting everything Gus had told me. It was gaining on me.
Now I was in a full-blown run down the flight line, glancing back every few moments, still unable to see it but sure it was there. The thing that had been watching me since I got here. The thing that drove a cold shock down my spine. This was it.
My legs pumped like pistons and the sting of cold air shot through my chest with each strained, gasping breath.
I passed the recently harvested cornfield, in which stood two perfectly still Deer judging me for my frantic escape.
It was gaining on me.
Finally I came to the portables. I slammed into the nearest door but it stood firm. I slammed my shoulder into it three more times and it didn’t budge. I remembered my key chain.
I pulled it out and started flipping through the keys. *too many keys*.
First key. No.
Second key. No.
Third key. No.
The fourth key worked, the tumbler clicked and I was in. Slamming the door back in place, I frantically locked it.
My hands were shaking and even though I was panting, I went to the window. The void cast long shadows across the field as it stood transfixed not on me, but on the deer.
“Shhhh” a man’s voice whispered from behind me.
“Oh SWEET JESUS FU-“ I screamed as a hand clamped down on my mouth.
“SHHH.” Sharper this time, commanding. “It’s me.” Will whispered, releasing his hand from my mouth.
“What..” I replied quietly as I turned to see him using his phone to maneuver the drone. “What’s going on? You scared the shit out of me. Nice to meet you by the way I’m..”
He smiled, “You gotta be more careful buddy, Didn’t Gus tell you not to go out into the woods?” Now that I could hear him clearly, his odd vowel pronunciation took me off guard. He’d fit right in, in Venice beach. Surfers. He sounded exactly like how I imagined California Surfers sounded. Very out of place for this part of the country. I shook the thought from my mind.
“I didn’t, I..”
He shushed me and pointed to the deer.
“Just…watch.”
I’d never seen deer stay still so long.
I strained my eyes to see. The shadows, tilled earth and wilted corn husks broke up the terrain making it hard to see what was hidden in plain sight. I’d see movement then have to dismiss it as wind kicking up gentle curtains of soil or the shifting of a shadow from the small movements in the night.
Slowly a thin sharp shadow moved, followed by another, then another. They moved in concert from that enormous void that had followed me.
The deer stood transfixed before it all happened at once.
A mixture of humanlike screams erupted as each of their bodies were slammed into the ground. Viscera painted the wind. In another moment the light went out and I heard Will sigh.
The wind whistled and died, but we could still hear it out there breathing heavily as it gorged itself. From where I stood I could only see a throbbing silhouette breaking the horizon as it went to work. A crisp snap rang out as it pulled limb by limb from the carcass. The throbbing of the shape slowed as a new sound arose. A contented hum made its presence felt through the rattling of the windows and doors and threatened to overwhelm my own beating heart.
The sound rose as the shape slowly moved closer.
“What do we..”
Will shushed me.
I jumped and stifled a scream as a wet, boneless appendage slammed against the window curiously. The doorknob rattled though this time not from the creatures’ purr but from it’s clumsy efforts to open the door and join us inside.
The ceiling creaked above us under a massive weight.
It groaned as if remembering something and suddenly began moving away back towards the trees. There were no footfalls, just the gently receding sound of a blissful purr.
When it finally entered the world beyond its movements melted into those of the swaying branches becoming indiscernible. The more I tried to focus on it the harder it was to recall its form or the impossibility I’d just witnessed.
Will smiled and patted me on the shoulder sadly, “Welcome to Murkintok.”
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Today was supposed to be different. I was sure of it. The start of something new. My only opportunity to move out of my little dead-end corner of Appalachia rested on me arriving for the night shift on time.
I sped over the rolling road in a panic. Dense old growth rushed past in a blur periodically broken by small plots of pasture, apple orchards and fields that a few months earlier were brimming with corn. Shadows danced out there in the dim moonlight and the closer I got to the airfield the more separated from the small outlying town I felt.
My steering wheel was cold and it vibrated wildly in rhythm with my heart. I tapped it impatiently.
The rusted hulk nearly left the road each time I crested a hillock. My suspension groaned under the salt spurred corrosion and strain.
I can get a new car if this all works out.
I nearly missed my turn. Fishtailing, I plodded off the main road onto an aptly named “Airport Drive”.
I came to a halt at the designated stall and turned the car off.
A minute to spare.
I looked out into the darkness beyond the parking area and a tingle ran down my spine. The shadows that were once dancing as I passed were still now and the air oppressive. My hands were tingled with cold yet brimmed with sweat. Before opening the door, I took a few deep breaths, flattened my hair, and made sure my uniform was sharp. Looking into my image in the rearview mirror I cleared my throat.
“Alright buddy. You’ve been drifting from service job to service job in this dying county for half a decade. Somethings got to change. *You’ve* got to change. You’ve got a daughter now, you can’t be out there chasing bar weasels and getting drunk every other night. It’s time to up your game. You aren’t the little boy who had to stand in the corner with his nose to the wall every time you messed up anymore. Now your choices matter for her life too. The pay and experience here are going to help springboard you off into something bigger and brighter. You can do this.”
My car door shrieked open causing the chirping and croaks in the forest around the airfield to briefly fall silent. The crunch of gravel followed me across the unpaved, unmarked parking spaces poorly illuminated by one lonely floodlight. I made my way to the entrance of the terminal and pulled open the door to the chime of an old brass bell.
“Oh, hey buddy.” He glanced at the clock. “You’re early.” Stepping into the room I saw Gus casually looking up from his crossword, bifocals resting on his fat, bright red nose.
“Yessir. I figured maybe if things weren’t too busy we could get started early. I’ve heard night shift can be a lot to take in.”
His brows furrowed and his mouth hung half open.
“Well….alright, I guess. But we’ll be easing you in. Just the basics for the first week.” He held up a finger, “Will and I are gonna rotate each night, until we know you’ve got the hang of it, then we’ll start giving you more responsibilities – if you’re up to it.”
We spent several hours on the night shift responsibilities for the airfield. Many of the duties weren’t too complicated. When we went to the control room at the base of the single tower overlooking the tarmac we flipped several very clearly marked switches turning the runway lights on and off. Then we walked over the several generators tucked away behind baggage claim to check their fuel and oil levels.
“Checking these emergency generators things each night seems a bit overkill, no?” I asked.
Gus smiled. “These aren’t for emergencies. This is our power. Yea, this past winter much to our surprise we found that some of the power poles came down. Some heavy rainfall right before the first snow turned the ground to soup and the just sort of…fell over.”
“They really shouldn’t do that.”
Gus shrugged. “Yea well, corners get cut all over the place. Damn things still aren’t back up, so here we are.”
As we walked back over to the portables for baggage claim and arrivals/departures. Another tingle ran down my spine. Instinctively I looked around and caught sight of something out in the dark. It was the feeling of being watched. I tried to focus my eyes on the darkness. I saw some gently pulsating shadows near the trees but nothing more.
The chirping and croaks were nowhere to be heard and I shivered.
“Come on kid, I ain’t got all night.”
I came to and trotted over to where Gus had stopped. “Sorry, I thought I saw…something.”
We continued onward, restocking the restrooms, went over baggage tagging and safe lifting procedures and the other mundane parts of preparing for the night’s departures and arrivals.
Finally, we wrapped up my first training session with perimeter checks.
Gus’ labored breathing alternated with his footfalls on the blacktop as we walked down the small runway.
“Every 3 hours you are going to be making this walk.” He gestured around. “You start over at the ATC tower and head out to the tree line, then follow that parallel to the tarmac until you pass the last of the landing lights and keep going until you hit the transmission shack. Don’t get distracted and go off following the transmission lines. Had a guy do that a year or two ago and it took us a week only to find his ass mumbling by the side of the road talking about the linemen – boy wasn’t right after that.”
He paused thoughtfully for a moment.
“Anywho, after the transmission shack you hook right following the shore of the river until you hit Eddie’s orchard then head back. You’ll pass his cornfield and follow that until you see the two terminal portables, then you check the parking lot and come back to the office to enter it all in the logbook. Just need to make sure there ain’t nothing out there that shouldn’t be.”
We continued walking in silence for a few minutes. “So what do I do if I find something? Are we looking for the Wilson boys or something? I thought they stopped causing trouble after you…”
“Well, you need to enter it in the logbook for one.”
“Bears? What do I do if it’s bears?”
He stopped. “Bears? What the hell are you rambling about? We don’t get bears this time of year. Oh, and be sure to bring your bear spray.”
“Even though there aren’t bears?”
“It’s under the counter next to the logbook.” He paused again. “If you see any wildlife, just take the truck out there and honk at it to get it away from the runway. Be sure to use your high beams, too. Very important. You see any people you get back to the office and call the Sheriff – don’t need to be a hero. You hear anything weird out there in the dark you leave it be, if it’s off property it’s not our problem.”
“Any questions?” he asked as we got back to the office.
A few.
“No, I’m good.”
“Great, Will’s in the control tower if anything comes up. No flights scheduled for tonight so it should be awfully quiet. Here’s the keys to the castle. Adios.”
He placed a massive key ring into my hand that had more keys than there were doors on the property and took off.
I sat down behind the counter, looked at the broken clock and sighed.
I was able to knock out the task list before midnight and had 6 more hours to kill before the end of my shift. There was no cell service, because of course not. I tried reading an old Town and Country magazine I found stashed under the desk and found most of the pages had been covered in circles and doodles by someone who must have been just as bored as I was on some unknown shift prior.
I decided to sweep up and clean the counters to keep myself busy and after I was done it was only 12:15.
I groaned.
The silence was oppressive. Outside the window was an empty, dark expanse with a slowly strobing series of red lights marking the flight line. I felt safer indoors but even then as I stared into the dark something felt off. If I turned my gaze from the windows I could see something out of the corner of my eyes. Branches swaying in the breeze.
There was no wind here.
12:34.
I pulled the logbook out from its shelf and placed it on the counter entering my start time, grabbed my flashlight and headed out into the frigid night.
The occasional whistling of the wind punctuated my footfalls. I passed red light posts every few yards on a never-ending runway. I kept walking for what felt like half an hour, losing count of the lights I’d passed. I turned back out of curiosity and still saw the slowly receding light of the air traffic control tower confirming that yes, all was well. After the runway ended I continued into the dark until coming to the boarded up transmission shack and the power lines that ran off into the forest.
I came the edge of the marsh and began following it. Minutes passed. I turned to get my bearings on the tower and found it’s lonely beacon, but I also noticed a void in the dark – not a blackness per-se, black is a color. No, it was a complete lack of color, a hole in existence out past the power lines. It was getting larger.
I picked up my pace.
I got to the orchard and looked back finding that the lights were out. All of them were out. And that thing in the forest was growing near.
I stood there and watched it for several minutes waiting for it to move. It didn’t.
I turned back now walking as fast as I could. After a dozen yards I stopped and turned around.
It was closer, I was sure of it. Much closer.
I turned and began to jog forgetting everything Gus had told me. It was gaining on me.
Now I was in a full-blown run down the flight line, glancing back every few moments, still unable to see it but sure it was there. The thing that had been watching me since I got here. The thing that drove a cold shock down my spine. This was it.
My legs pumped like pistons and the sting of cold air shot through my chest with each strained, gasping breath.
I passed the recently harvested cornfield, in which stood two perfectly still Deer judging me for my frantic escape.
It was gaining on me.
Finally I came to the portables. I slammed into the nearest door but it stood firm. I slammed my shoulder into it three more times and it didn’t budge. I remembered my key chain.
I pulled it out and started flipping through the keys. *too many keys*.
First key. No.
Second key. No.
Third key. No.
The fourth key worked, the tumbler clicked and I was in. Slamming the door back in place, I frantically locked it.
My hands were shaking and even though I was panting, I went to the window. The void cast long shadows across the field as it stood transfixed not on me, but on the deer.
“Shhhh” a man’s voice whispered from behind me.
“Oh SWEET JESUS FU-“ I screamed as a hand clamped down on my mouth.
“SHHH.” Sharper this time, commanding. “It’s me.” Will whispered, releasing his hand from my mouth.
“What..” I replied quietly as I turned to see him using his phone to maneuver the drone. “What’s going on? You scared the shit out of me. Nice to meet you by the way I’m..”
He smiled, “You gotta be more careful buddy, Didn’t Gus tell you not to go out into the woods?” Now that I could hear him clearly, his odd vowel pronunciation took me off guard. He’d fit right in, in Venice beach. Surfers. He sounded exactly like how I imagined California Surfers sounded. Very out of place for this part of the country. I shook the thought from my mind.
“I didn’t, I..”
He shushed me and pointed to the deer.
“Just…watch.”
I’d never seen deer stay still so long.
I strained my eyes to see. The shadows, tilled earth and wilted corn husks broke up the terrain making it hard to see what was hidden in plain sight. I’d see movement then have to dismiss it as wind kicking up gentle curtains of soil or the shifting of a shadow from the small movements in the night.
Slowly a thin sharp shadow moved, followed by another, then another. They moved in concert from that enormous void that had followed me.
The deer stood transfixed before it all happened at once.
A mixture of humanlike screams erupted as each of their bodies were slammed into the ground. Viscera painted the wind. In another moment the light went out and I heard Will sigh.
The wind whistled and died, but we could still hear it out there breathing heavily as it gorged itself. From where I stood I could only see a throbbing silhouette breaking the horizon as it went to work. A crisp snap rang out as it pulled limb by limb from the carcass. The throbbing of the shape slowed as a new sound arose. A contented hum made its presence felt through the rattling of the windows and doors and threatened to overwhelm my own beating heart.
The sound rose as the shape slowly moved closer.
“What do we..”
Will shushed me.
I jumped and stifled a scream as a wet, boneless appendage slammed against the window curiously. The doorknob rattled though this time not from the creatures’ purr but from it’s clumsy efforts to open the door and join us inside.
The ceiling creaked above us under a massive weight.
It groaned as if remembering something and suddenly began moving away back towards the trees. There were no footfalls, just the gently receding sound of a blissful purr.
When it finally entered the world beyond its movements melted into those of the swaying branches becoming indiscernible. The more I tried to focus on it the harder it was to recall its form or the impossibility I’d just witnessed.
Will smiled and patted me on the shoulder sadly, “Welcome to Murkintok.”
2023.06.04 05:03 Laz_Zack Games you may enjoy if you liked Fear and Hunger 1 & 2
Some games (and other media) I interacted with that have similar themes and atmosphere with a brief (spoiler-free) description of the game and what aspects of it reminded me the most of F&H (spoiler free of course), I'll stick to games I played but if you have any other recommendations feel free to share, I recommend playing all the games here blind. I might add more if I remember them. Beware that some of the games and media here have themes of Sexual Assault and other Dark topics (some more implicit and some more explicit).
Corpse Party: Blood Covered: Atmosphere and some Themes primarily. Essentially a visual novel with RPG Maker Horror game exploration (original game was an RPG Maker game, but I recommend playing this one before playing original due to original spoiling some story-aspects that may detract from certain reveals here since this is a reboot of sorts with a more developed story) with light puzzle-solving and a focus on making decisions that can lead to a brutal end to your characters (no combat here), Voice Acting and Soundtrack are amazing and Atmosphere is genuinely oppressive as hell, very few games made me feel this powerless, warning though there is some fanservice revolving around the characters and considering they are high-schoolers that is rather uncomfortable so beware of that (specially when it comes to Yuka, those that played the game know).
2021 version is probably the best, but I don't like the screen clutter on that version so 3DS and PSP are also good options, if you enjoy it check out Corpse Party Rebuilt (a faithful remake of the original version) and Book of Shadows (a follow-up that focus on what-if scenarios and prequel chapters), the other entries I didn't like as much.
Pathologic: Atmosphere, Themes and Gameplay. Haven't finished this one, I'm in the middle of the second route, but I can really easily recommend this, beware that the game is very much not fun, but it is a great game, Atmosphere is great, Story is intriguing with you not knowing you can and can't trust, you can easily mess up side quests and even the main quest if you pick bad answers (and you can also finish some quests in multiple ways), combat is clunky and disincentivized, you have to manage your hunger, immunity, exhaustion and time while walking slow as sin to try and finish things before the day ends, and that is not accounting for other things trying to kill you dead, gets more manageable with knowledge and planning just like F&H.
Check the keybindings there are some important hotkeys the games doesn't tell you about that will make things more manageable, by the way you can trade with kids to get drugs and bullets, you'll thank my later for that, play Pathologic HD on Steam, original has a strange translation.
Demon's Souls and Dark Souls series: Dark Fantasy, Atmosphere and Challenge. Great series, interesting story that you have to piece together, Atmosphere is on-point, Combat is challenging and rewarding, word is falling apart, people are dying, and everything is going to shit, fairly depressing and frustrating and even when you defeat great foes you never fell like your victory meant much in the grand schemes of things (at least that is how I felt), Funger 1 specially has a bit of that Dark Souls lineage to it, which is interesting since I've seen some DS fans become Funger fans, check out King's Field series the spiritual predecessor of sorts if you are into some clunk (I know I am), the pre-Souls From Software catalog also deserves love.
Amnesia: The Dark Descent: Atmosphere and Themes primarily. Interesting story with a lot of dark themes that explore horrors both Cosmic and Human, Atmosphere is oppresive and makes you feel small, it was from a time where "Stalker Horror" (where you can't fight back and only run and hide) was more novel and not oversaturated like it kind of is now, rewards paying attetion to notes and dialogue to understand the full scope of what is going on, not much in terms of emergent gameplay and choice making outside of the endings since it is a fairly linear experience, Justine is a cool DLC and a Machine for Pigs is fine but doens't care the same vibe and it is also more walking simulator-esque, haven't played Rebirth.
If you enjoy it I recommend the Penumbra series and Soma, from the same devs, Penumbra is more similar to Amnesia but set in modern time while Soma is more futuristic with a bigger focus on existential horror over a Cosmic one.
Silent Hill 1-4: Survival Horror Gameplay, Atmosphere and some Themes. Termina is obviously very inspired by it, if you enjoy the different take on God-hood that Funger has you'll probably find the occult aspects of the Silent Hill, and even outside that there is a lot of macabre imagery for you to savor, Atmosphere is oppressive and relentless, you are playing as just an average Joe in a really terrible situation fighting against horrible odds, if you enjoyed the depth the characters of Funger has you'll definitely enjoy the character of the Silent Hill series, a lot of human tragedy amidst all the horror just like Funger, gameplay is focused on managing your health and resources like healing items and bullets, no meters here.
If you enjoyed them I recommend playing Shattered Memories, it is a cool game, the less I say about it the better, I didn't enjoy the post-Team Silent games as much, though they have some cool things going for them.
Haunting Grounds: Atmosphere and Themes. More of loose recommendation, game made me feel like a piece of meat, an object to be used and abused for the ends of people that don't really care for my safety, Womanhood as horror is a big theme on this game, so it will probably resonate with you even more if you are a Woman, I specially enjoyed how Alchemy was a big aspect of the Lore, even with the reveals a lot of things are left up to interpretation, "Stalker Horror" with light combat (you can surprisingly fight back with certain options, but the game doesn't lend you tools for that on a silver platter, and it is only a temporary solution).
The Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask: Atmosphere and Themes of Death and Hopelessness. Another looser recommendation, inspired Termina in some aspects, the game is surprisingly dark and depressing especially if you go out of your way to do side quests and interact with the NPCs around the world, Death and Existential dread is a reoccurring aspect of the game, Three-day time limit can be really stressful, better to experience it for yourself, there are some references to the previous game Ocarina of Time so beware of that.
Berserker: Read The Manga if you want to trace the lineage of Funger, the series is heavily inspired by it, Dark Fantasy on a Crapsack World full of misery and tragedy (reductive I know but I'm trying to keep this spoiler free).
Hellraiser 1 and 2: Explores themes of pain and pleasure and otherworldly, Eldritch beings that live on a different plane than ours, the Cube of the Depths reminds me of the Lament Configuration, Funger has references to it.
Perfect Blue: Doesn't have much to do with Funger but it is a great movie that you should watch anyway, while you are it play Sonic 3 & Knuckles and Final Fantasy XII, some of my favorites games (ok this last one is a jest but I do genuinely recommend Perfect Blue if you like being mind-fucked).
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Corpse Party: Blood Covered: Atmosphere and some Themes primarily. Essentially a visual novel with RPG Maker Horror game exploration (original game was an RPG Maker game, but I recommend playing this one before playing original due to original spoiling some story-aspects that may detract from certain reveals here since this is a reboot of sorts with a more developed story) with light puzzle-solving and a focus on making decisions that can lead to a brutal end to your characters (no combat here), Voice Acting and Soundtrack are amazing and Atmosphere is genuinely oppressive as hell, very few games made me feel this powerless, warning though there is some fanservice revolving around the characters and considering they are high-schoolers that is rather uncomfortable so beware of that (specially when it comes to Yuka, those that played the game know).
2021 version is probably the best, but I don't like the screen clutter on that version so 3DS and PSP are also good options, if you enjoy it check out Corpse Party Rebuilt (a faithful remake of the original version) and Book of Shadows (a follow-up that focus on what-if scenarios and prequel chapters), the other entries I didn't like as much.
Pathologic: Atmosphere, Themes and Gameplay. Haven't finished this one, I'm in the middle of the second route, but I can really easily recommend this, beware that the game is very much not fun, but it is a great game, Atmosphere is great, Story is intriguing with you not knowing you can and can't trust, you can easily mess up side quests and even the main quest if you pick bad answers (and you can also finish some quests in multiple ways), combat is clunky and disincentivized, you have to manage your hunger, immunity, exhaustion and time while walking slow as sin to try and finish things before the day ends, and that is not accounting for other things trying to kill you dead, gets more manageable with knowledge and planning just like F&H.
Check the keybindings there are some important hotkeys the games doesn't tell you about that will make things more manageable, by the way you can trade with kids to get drugs and bullets, you'll thank my later for that, play Pathologic HD on Steam, original has a strange translation.
Demon's Souls and Dark Souls series: Dark Fantasy, Atmosphere and Challenge. Great series, interesting story that you have to piece together, Atmosphere is on-point, Combat is challenging and rewarding, word is falling apart, people are dying, and everything is going to shit, fairly depressing and frustrating and even when you defeat great foes you never fell like your victory meant much in the grand schemes of things (at least that is how I felt), Funger 1 specially has a bit of that Dark Souls lineage to it, which is interesting since I've seen some DS fans become Funger fans, check out King's Field series the spiritual predecessor of sorts if you are into some clunk (I know I am), the pre-Souls From Software catalog also deserves love.
Amnesia: The Dark Descent: Atmosphere and Themes primarily. Interesting story with a lot of dark themes that explore horrors both Cosmic and Human, Atmosphere is oppresive and makes you feel small, it was from a time where "Stalker Horror" (where you can't fight back and only run and hide) was more novel and not oversaturated like it kind of is now, rewards paying attetion to notes and dialogue to understand the full scope of what is going on, not much in terms of emergent gameplay and choice making outside of the endings since it is a fairly linear experience, Justine is a cool DLC and a Machine for Pigs is fine but doens't care the same vibe and it is also more walking simulator-esque, haven't played Rebirth.
If you enjoy it I recommend the Penumbra series and Soma, from the same devs, Penumbra is more similar to Amnesia but set in modern time while Soma is more futuristic with a bigger focus on existential horror over a Cosmic one.
Silent Hill 1-4: Survival Horror Gameplay, Atmosphere and some Themes. Termina is obviously very inspired by it, if you enjoy the different take on God-hood that Funger has you'll probably find the occult aspects of the Silent Hill, and even outside that there is a lot of macabre imagery for you to savor, Atmosphere is oppressive and relentless, you are playing as just an average Joe in a really terrible situation fighting against horrible odds, if you enjoyed the depth the characters of Funger has you'll definitely enjoy the character of the Silent Hill series, a lot of human tragedy amidst all the horror just like Funger, gameplay is focused on managing your health and resources like healing items and bullets, no meters here.
If you enjoyed them I recommend playing Shattered Memories, it is a cool game, the less I say about it the better, I didn't enjoy the post-Team Silent games as much, though they have some cool things going for them.
Haunting Grounds: Atmosphere and Themes. More of loose recommendation, game made me feel like a piece of meat, an object to be used and abused for the ends of people that don't really care for my safety, Womanhood as horror is a big theme on this game, so it will probably resonate with you even more if you are a Woman, I specially enjoyed how Alchemy was a big aspect of the Lore, even with the reveals a lot of things are left up to interpretation, "Stalker Horror" with light combat (you can surprisingly fight back with certain options, but the game doesn't lend you tools for that on a silver platter, and it is only a temporary solution).
The Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask: Atmosphere and Themes of Death and Hopelessness. Another looser recommendation, inspired Termina in some aspects, the game is surprisingly dark and depressing especially if you go out of your way to do side quests and interact with the NPCs around the world, Death and Existential dread is a reoccurring aspect of the game, Three-day time limit can be really stressful, better to experience it for yourself, there are some references to the previous game Ocarina of Time so beware of that.
Berserker: Read The Manga if you want to trace the lineage of Funger, the series is heavily inspired by it, Dark Fantasy on a Crapsack World full of misery and tragedy (reductive I know but I'm trying to keep this spoiler free).
Hellraiser 1 and 2: Explores themes of pain and pleasure and otherworldly, Eldritch beings that live on a different plane than ours, the Cube of the Depths reminds me of the Lament Configuration, Funger has references to it.
Perfect Blue: Doesn't have much to do with Funger but it is a great movie that you should watch anyway, while you are it play Sonic 3 & Knuckles and Final Fantasy XII, some of my favorites games (ok this last one is a jest but I do genuinely recommend Perfect Blue if you like being mind-fucked).
2023.06.04 05:01 A_Stony_Shore Murkintok Municipal Airport
I was going to be late. I was on the verge of panic, uncertain of where I’d come from or why I was late, but I was going to be late.
Today was supposed to be different. I was sure of it. The start of something new. My only opportunity to move out of my little dead-end corner of Appalachia rested on me arriving for the night shift on time.
I sped over the rolling road in a panic. Dense old growth rushed past in a blur periodically broken by small plots of pasture, apple orchards and fields that a few months earlier were brimming with corn. Shadows danced out there in the dim moonlight and the closer I got to the airfield the more separated from the small outlying town I felt.
My steering wheel was cold and it vibrated wildly in rhythm with my heart. I tapped it impatiently.
The rusted hulk nearly left the road each time I crested a hillock. My suspension groaned under the salt spurred corrosion and strain.
I can get a new car if this all works out.
I nearly missed my turn. Fishtailing, I plodded off the main road onto an aptly named “Airport Drive”.
I came to a halt at the designated stall and turned the car off.
A minute to spare.
I looked out into the darkness beyond the parking area and a tingle ran down my spine. The shadows that were once dancing as I passed were still now and the air oppressive. My hands were tingled with cold yet brimmed with sweat. Before opening the door, I took a few deep breaths, flattened my hair, and made sure my uniform was sharp. Looking into my image in the rearview mirror I cleared my throat.
“Alright buddy. You’ve been drifting from service job to service job in this dying county for half a decade. Somethings got to change. *You’ve* got to change. You’ve got a daughter now, you can’t be out there chasing bar weasels and getting drunk every other night. It’s time to up your game. You aren’t the little boy who had to stand in the corner with his nose to the wall every time you messed up anymore. Now your choices matter for her life too. The pay and experience here are going to help springboard you off into something bigger and brighter. You can do this.”
My car door shrieked open causing the chirping and croaks in the forest around the airfield to briefly fall silent. The crunch of gravel followed me across the unpaved, unmarked parking spaces poorly illuminated by one lonely floodlight. I made my way to the entrance of the terminal and pulled open the door to the chime of an old brass bell.
“Oh, hey buddy.” He glanced at the clock. “You’re early.” Stepping into the room I saw Gus casually looking up from his crossword, bifocals resting on his fat, bright red nose.
“Yessir. I figured maybe if things weren’t too busy we could get started early. I’ve heard night shift can be a lot to take in.”
His brows furrowed and his mouth hung half open.
“Well….alright, I guess. But we’ll be easing you in. Just the basics for the first week.” He held up a finger, “Will and I are gonna rotate each night, until we know you’ve got the hang of it, then we’ll start giving you more responsibilities – if you’re up to it.”
We spent several hours on the night shift responsibilities for the airfield. Many of the duties weren’t too complicated. When we went to the control room at the base of the single tower overlooking the tarmac we flipped several very clearly marked switches turning the runway lights on and off. Then we walked over the several generators tucked away behind baggage claim to check their fuel and oil levels.
“Checking these emergency generators things each night seems a bit overkill, no?” I asked.
Gus smiled. “These aren’t for emergencies. This is our power. Yea, this past winter much to our surprise we found that some of the power poles came down. Some heavy rainfall right before the first snow turned the ground to soup and the just sort of…fell over.”
“They really shouldn’t do that.”
Gus shrugged. “Yea well, corners get cut all over the place. Damn things still aren’t back up, so here we are.”
As we walked back over to the portables for baggage claim and arrivals/departures. Another tingle ran down my spine. Instinctively I looked around and caught sight of something out in the dark. It was the feeling of being watched. I tried to focus my eyes on the darkness. I saw some gently pulsating shadows near the trees but nothing more.
The chirping and croaks were nowhere to be heard and I shivered.
“Come on kid, I ain’t got all night.”
I came to and trotted over to where Gus had stopped. “Sorry, I thought I saw…something.”
We continued onward, restocking the restrooms, went over baggage tagging and safe lifting procedures and the other mundane parts of preparing for the night’s departures and arrivals.
Finally, we wrapped up my first training session with perimeter checks.
Gus’ labored breathing alternated with his footfalls on the blacktop as we walked down the small runway.
“Every 3 hours you are going to be making this walk.” He gestured around. “You start over at the ATC tower and head out to the tree line, then follow that parallel to the tarmac until you pass the last of the landing lights and keep going until you hit the transmission shack. Don’t get distracted and go off following the transmission lines. Had a guy do that a year or two ago and it took us a week only to find his ass mumbling by the side of the road talking about the linemen – boy wasn’t right after that.”
He paused thoughtfully for a moment.
“Anywho, after the transmission shack you hook right following the shore of the river until you hit Eddie’s orchard then head back. You’ll pass his cornfield and follow that until you see the two terminal portables, then you check the parking lot and come back to the office to enter it all in the logbook. Just need to make sure there ain’t nothing out there that shouldn’t be.”
We continued walking in silence for a few minutes. “So what do I do if I find something? Are we looking for the Wilson boys or something? I thought they stopped causing trouble after you…”
“Well, you need to enter it in the logbook for one.”
“Bears? What do I do if it’s bears?”
He stopped. “Bears? What the hell are you rambling about? We don’t get bears this time of year. Oh, and be sure to bring your bear spray.”
“Even though there aren’t bears?”
“It’s under the counter next to the logbook.” He paused again. “If you see any wildlife, just take the truck out there and honk at it to get it away from the runway. Be sure to use your high beams, too. Very important. You see any people you get back to the office and call the Sheriff – don’t need to be a hero. You hear anything weird out there in the dark you leave it be, if it’s off property it’s not our problem.”
“Any questions?” he asked as we got back to the office.
A few.
“No, I’m good.”
“Great, Will’s in the control tower if anything comes up. No flights scheduled for tonight so it should be awfully quiet. Here’s the keys to the castle. Adios.”
He placed a massive key ring into my hand that had more keys than there were doors on the property and took off.
I sat down behind the counter, looked at the broken clock and sighed.
I was able to knock out the task list before midnight and had 6 more hours to kill before the end of my shift. There was no cell service, because of course not. I tried reading an old Town and Country magazine I found stashed under the desk and found most of the pages had been covered in circles and doodles by someone who must have been just as bored as I was on some unknown shift prior.
I decided to sweep up and clean the counters to keep myself busy and after I was done it was only 12:15.
I groaned.
The silence was oppressive. Outside the window was an empty, dark expanse with a slowly strobing series of red lights marking the flight line. I felt safer indoors but even then as I stared into the dark something felt off. If I turned my gaze from the windows I could see something out of the corner of my eyes. Branches swaying in the breeze.
There was no wind here.
12:34.
I pulled the logbook out from its shelf and placed it on the counter entering my start time, grabbed my flashlight and headed out into the frigid night.
The occasional whistling of the wind punctuated my footfalls. I passed red light posts every few yards on a never-ending runway. I kept walking for what felt like half an hour, losing count of the lights I’d passed. I turned back out of curiosity and still saw the slowly receding light of the air traffic control tower confirming that yes, all was well. After the runway ended I continued into the dark until coming to the boarded up transmission shack and the power lines that ran off into the forest.
I came the edge of the marsh and began following it. Minutes passed. I turned to get my bearings on the tower and found it’s lonely beacon, but I also noticed a void in the dark – not a blackness per-se, black is a color. No, it was a complete lack of color, a hole in existence out past the power lines. It was getting larger.
I picked up my pace.
I got to the orchard and looked back finding that the lights were out. All of them were out. And that thing in the forest was growing near.
I stood there and watched it for several minutes waiting for it to move. It didn’t.
I turned back now walking as fast as I could. After a dozen yards I stopped and turned around.
It was closer, I was sure of it. Much closer.
I turned and began to jog forgetting everything Gus had told me. It was gaining on me.
Now I was in a full-blown run down the flight line, glancing back every few moments, still unable to see it but sure it was there. The thing that had been watching me since I got here. The thing that drove a cold shock down my spine. This was it.
My legs pumped like pistons and the sting of cold air shot through my chest with each strained, gasping breath.
I passed the recently harvested cornfield, in which stood two perfectly still Deer judging me for my frantic escape.
It was gaining on me.
Finally I came to the portables. I slammed into the nearest door but it stood firm. I slammed my shoulder into it three more times and it didn’t budge. I remembered my key chain.
I pulled it out and started flipping through the keys. *too many keys*.
First key. No.
Second key. No.
Third key. No.
The fourth key worked, the tumbler clicked and I was in. Slamming the door back in place, I frantically locked it.
My hands were shaking and even though I was panting, I went to the window. The void cast long shadows across the field as it stood transfixed not on me, but on the deer.
“Shhhh” a man’s voice whispered from behind me.
“Oh SWEET JESUS FU-“ I screamed as a hand clamped down on my mouth.
“SHHH.” Sharper this time, commanding. “It’s me.” Will whispered, releasing his hand from my mouth.
“What..” I replied quietly as I turned to see him using his phone to maneuver the drone. “What’s going on? You scared the shit out of me. Nice to meet you by the way I’m..”
He smiled, “You gotta be more careful buddy, Didn’t Gus tell you not to go out into the woods?” Now that I could hear him clearly, his odd vowel pronunciation took me off guard. He’d fit right in, in Venice beach. Surfers. He sounded exactly like how I imagined California Surfers sounded. Very out of place for this part of the country. I shook the thought from my mind.
“I didn’t, I..”
He shushed me and pointed to the deer.
“Just…watch.”
I’d never seen deer stay still so long.
I strained my eyes to see. The shadows, tilled earth and wilted corn husks broke up the terrain making it hard to see what was hidden in plain sight. I’d see movement then have to dismiss it as wind kicking up gentle curtains of soil or the shifting of a shadow from the small movements in the night.
Slowly a thin sharp shadow moved, followed by another, then another. They moved in concert from that enormous void that had followed me.
The deer stood transfixed before it all happened at once.
A mixture of humanlike screams erupted as each of their bodies were slammed into the ground. Viscera painted the wind. In another moment the light went out and I heard Will sigh.
The wind whistled and died, but we could still hear it out there breathing heavily as it gorged itself. From where I stood I could only see a throbbing silhouette breaking the horizon as it went to work. A crisp snap rang out as it pulled limb by limb from the carcass. The throbbing of the shape slowed as a new sound arose. A contented hum made its presence felt through the rattling of the windows and doors and threatened to overwhelm my own beating heart.
The sound rose as the shape slowly moved closer.
“What do we..”
Will shushed me.
I jumped and stifled a scream as a wet, boneless appendage slammed against the window curiously. The doorknob rattled though this time not from the creatures’ purr but from it’s clumsy efforts to open the door and join us inside.
The ceiling creaked above us under a massive weight.
It groaned as if remembering something and suddenly began moving away back towards the trees. There were no footfalls, just the gently receding sound of a blissful purr.
When it finally entered the world beyond its movements melted into those of the swaying branches becoming indiscernible. The more I tried to focus on it the harder it was to recall its form or the impossibility I’d just witnessed.
Will smiled and patted me on the shoulder sadly, “Welcome to Murkintok.”
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Today was supposed to be different. I was sure of it. The start of something new. My only opportunity to move out of my little dead-end corner of Appalachia rested on me arriving for the night shift on time.
I sped over the rolling road in a panic. Dense old growth rushed past in a blur periodically broken by small plots of pasture, apple orchards and fields that a few months earlier were brimming with corn. Shadows danced out there in the dim moonlight and the closer I got to the airfield the more separated from the small outlying town I felt.
My steering wheel was cold and it vibrated wildly in rhythm with my heart. I tapped it impatiently.
The rusted hulk nearly left the road each time I crested a hillock. My suspension groaned under the salt spurred corrosion and strain.
I can get a new car if this all works out.
I nearly missed my turn. Fishtailing, I plodded off the main road onto an aptly named “Airport Drive”.
I came to a halt at the designated stall and turned the car off.
A minute to spare.
I looked out into the darkness beyond the parking area and a tingle ran down my spine. The shadows that were once dancing as I passed were still now and the air oppressive. My hands were tingled with cold yet brimmed with sweat. Before opening the door, I took a few deep breaths, flattened my hair, and made sure my uniform was sharp. Looking into my image in the rearview mirror I cleared my throat.
“Alright buddy. You’ve been drifting from service job to service job in this dying county for half a decade. Somethings got to change. *You’ve* got to change. You’ve got a daughter now, you can’t be out there chasing bar weasels and getting drunk every other night. It’s time to up your game. You aren’t the little boy who had to stand in the corner with his nose to the wall every time you messed up anymore. Now your choices matter for her life too. The pay and experience here are going to help springboard you off into something bigger and brighter. You can do this.”
My car door shrieked open causing the chirping and croaks in the forest around the airfield to briefly fall silent. The crunch of gravel followed me across the unpaved, unmarked parking spaces poorly illuminated by one lonely floodlight. I made my way to the entrance of the terminal and pulled open the door to the chime of an old brass bell.
“Oh, hey buddy.” He glanced at the clock. “You’re early.” Stepping into the room I saw Gus casually looking up from his crossword, bifocals resting on his fat, bright red nose.
“Yessir. I figured maybe if things weren’t too busy we could get started early. I’ve heard night shift can be a lot to take in.”
His brows furrowed and his mouth hung half open.
“Well….alright, I guess. But we’ll be easing you in. Just the basics for the first week.” He held up a finger, “Will and I are gonna rotate each night, until we know you’ve got the hang of it, then we’ll start giving you more responsibilities – if you’re up to it.”
We spent several hours on the night shift responsibilities for the airfield. Many of the duties weren’t too complicated. When we went to the control room at the base of the single tower overlooking the tarmac we flipped several very clearly marked switches turning the runway lights on and off. Then we walked over the several generators tucked away behind baggage claim to check their fuel and oil levels.
“Checking these emergency generators things each night seems a bit overkill, no?” I asked.
Gus smiled. “These aren’t for emergencies. This is our power. Yea, this past winter much to our surprise we found that some of the power poles came down. Some heavy rainfall right before the first snow turned the ground to soup and the just sort of…fell over.”
“They really shouldn’t do that.”
Gus shrugged. “Yea well, corners get cut all over the place. Damn things still aren’t back up, so here we are.”
As we walked back over to the portables for baggage claim and arrivals/departures. Another tingle ran down my spine. Instinctively I looked around and caught sight of something out in the dark. It was the feeling of being watched. I tried to focus my eyes on the darkness. I saw some gently pulsating shadows near the trees but nothing more.
The chirping and croaks were nowhere to be heard and I shivered.
“Come on kid, I ain’t got all night.”
I came to and trotted over to where Gus had stopped. “Sorry, I thought I saw…something.”
We continued onward, restocking the restrooms, went over baggage tagging and safe lifting procedures and the other mundane parts of preparing for the night’s departures and arrivals.
Finally, we wrapped up my first training session with perimeter checks.
Gus’ labored breathing alternated with his footfalls on the blacktop as we walked down the small runway.
“Every 3 hours you are going to be making this walk.” He gestured around. “You start over at the ATC tower and head out to the tree line, then follow that parallel to the tarmac until you pass the last of the landing lights and keep going until you hit the transmission shack. Don’t get distracted and go off following the transmission lines. Had a guy do that a year or two ago and it took us a week only to find his ass mumbling by the side of the road talking about the linemen – boy wasn’t right after that.”
He paused thoughtfully for a moment.
“Anywho, after the transmission shack you hook right following the shore of the river until you hit Eddie’s orchard then head back. You’ll pass his cornfield and follow that until you see the two terminal portables, then you check the parking lot and come back to the office to enter it all in the logbook. Just need to make sure there ain’t nothing out there that shouldn’t be.”
We continued walking in silence for a few minutes. “So what do I do if I find something? Are we looking for the Wilson boys or something? I thought they stopped causing trouble after you…”
“Well, you need to enter it in the logbook for one.”
“Bears? What do I do if it’s bears?”
He stopped. “Bears? What the hell are you rambling about? We don’t get bears this time of year. Oh, and be sure to bring your bear spray.”
“Even though there aren’t bears?”
“It’s under the counter next to the logbook.” He paused again. “If you see any wildlife, just take the truck out there and honk at it to get it away from the runway. Be sure to use your high beams, too. Very important. You see any people you get back to the office and call the Sheriff – don’t need to be a hero. You hear anything weird out there in the dark you leave it be, if it’s off property it’s not our problem.”
“Any questions?” he asked as we got back to the office.
A few.
“No, I’m good.”
“Great, Will’s in the control tower if anything comes up. No flights scheduled for tonight so it should be awfully quiet. Here’s the keys to the castle. Adios.”
He placed a massive key ring into my hand that had more keys than there were doors on the property and took off.
I sat down behind the counter, looked at the broken clock and sighed.
I was able to knock out the task list before midnight and had 6 more hours to kill before the end of my shift. There was no cell service, because of course not. I tried reading an old Town and Country magazine I found stashed under the desk and found most of the pages had been covered in circles and doodles by someone who must have been just as bored as I was on some unknown shift prior.
I decided to sweep up and clean the counters to keep myself busy and after I was done it was only 12:15.
I groaned.
The silence was oppressive. Outside the window was an empty, dark expanse with a slowly strobing series of red lights marking the flight line. I felt safer indoors but even then as I stared into the dark something felt off. If I turned my gaze from the windows I could see something out of the corner of my eyes. Branches swaying in the breeze.
There was no wind here.
12:34.
I pulled the logbook out from its shelf and placed it on the counter entering my start time, grabbed my flashlight and headed out into the frigid night.
The occasional whistling of the wind punctuated my footfalls. I passed red light posts every few yards on a never-ending runway. I kept walking for what felt like half an hour, losing count of the lights I’d passed. I turned back out of curiosity and still saw the slowly receding light of the air traffic control tower confirming that yes, all was well. After the runway ended I continued into the dark until coming to the boarded up transmission shack and the power lines that ran off into the forest.
I came the edge of the marsh and began following it. Minutes passed. I turned to get my bearings on the tower and found it’s lonely beacon, but I also noticed a void in the dark – not a blackness per-se, black is a color. No, it was a complete lack of color, a hole in existence out past the power lines. It was getting larger.
I picked up my pace.
I got to the orchard and looked back finding that the lights were out. All of them were out. And that thing in the forest was growing near.
I stood there and watched it for several minutes waiting for it to move. It didn’t.
I turned back now walking as fast as I could. After a dozen yards I stopped and turned around.
It was closer, I was sure of it. Much closer.
I turned and began to jog forgetting everything Gus had told me. It was gaining on me.
Now I was in a full-blown run down the flight line, glancing back every few moments, still unable to see it but sure it was there. The thing that had been watching me since I got here. The thing that drove a cold shock down my spine. This was it.
My legs pumped like pistons and the sting of cold air shot through my chest with each strained, gasping breath.
I passed the recently harvested cornfield, in which stood two perfectly still Deer judging me for my frantic escape.
It was gaining on me.
Finally I came to the portables. I slammed into the nearest door but it stood firm. I slammed my shoulder into it three more times and it didn’t budge. I remembered my key chain.
I pulled it out and started flipping through the keys. *too many keys*.
First key. No.
Second key. No.
Third key. No.
The fourth key worked, the tumbler clicked and I was in. Slamming the door back in place, I frantically locked it.
My hands were shaking and even though I was panting, I went to the window. The void cast long shadows across the field as it stood transfixed not on me, but on the deer.
“Shhhh” a man’s voice whispered from behind me.
“Oh SWEET JESUS FU-“ I screamed as a hand clamped down on my mouth.
“SHHH.” Sharper this time, commanding. “It’s me.” Will whispered, releasing his hand from my mouth.
“What..” I replied quietly as I turned to see him using his phone to maneuver the drone. “What’s going on? You scared the shit out of me. Nice to meet you by the way I’m..”
He smiled, “You gotta be more careful buddy, Didn’t Gus tell you not to go out into the woods?” Now that I could hear him clearly, his odd vowel pronunciation took me off guard. He’d fit right in, in Venice beach. Surfers. He sounded exactly like how I imagined California Surfers sounded. Very out of place for this part of the country. I shook the thought from my mind.
“I didn’t, I..”
He shushed me and pointed to the deer.
“Just…watch.”
I’d never seen deer stay still so long.
I strained my eyes to see. The shadows, tilled earth and wilted corn husks broke up the terrain making it hard to see what was hidden in plain sight. I’d see movement then have to dismiss it as wind kicking up gentle curtains of soil or the shifting of a shadow from the small movements in the night.
Slowly a thin sharp shadow moved, followed by another, then another. They moved in concert from that enormous void that had followed me.
The deer stood transfixed before it all happened at once.
A mixture of humanlike screams erupted as each of their bodies were slammed into the ground. Viscera painted the wind. In another moment the light went out and I heard Will sigh.
The wind whistled and died, but we could still hear it out there breathing heavily as it gorged itself. From where I stood I could only see a throbbing silhouette breaking the horizon as it went to work. A crisp snap rang out as it pulled limb by limb from the carcass. The throbbing of the shape slowed as a new sound arose. A contented hum made its presence felt through the rattling of the windows and doors and threatened to overwhelm my own beating heart.
The sound rose as the shape slowly moved closer.
“What do we..”
Will shushed me.
I jumped and stifled a scream as a wet, boneless appendage slammed against the window curiously. The doorknob rattled though this time not from the creatures’ purr but from it’s clumsy efforts to open the door and join us inside.
The ceiling creaked above us under a massive weight.
It groaned as if remembering something and suddenly began moving away back towards the trees. There were no footfalls, just the gently receding sound of a blissful purr.
When it finally entered the world beyond its movements melted into those of the swaying branches becoming indiscernible. The more I tried to focus on it the harder it was to recall its form or the impossibility I’d just witnessed.
Will smiled and patted me on the shoulder sadly, “Welcome to Murkintok.”
2023.06.04 04:37 tofusarkey What are some of your favorite moments/best moments in your opinion from the series?
I’m rewatching the show with my boyfriend (his first time seeing it) and I find there are a few moments I found myself getting really excited to see again. They were:
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- After June kills Commander Winslow and Lawrence drives her back to his house, comes into her room, hands her the gun and says, “They’ll be coming for us.” This is my favorite moment in the whole series so far. And Cloudbusting by Kate Bush playing in the background makes it a HUNDRED times more powerful imo. It’s so chilling and Bradley Whitford delivers that line so perfectly.
- When Serena and Fred meet Tuello in the hopes of getting Nichole back and unknowingly cross the Canadian border, and then Fred gets out of the car Tuello starts reading him his rights. I looooove this moment so much. My boyfriend totally saw it coming (lol) but I was flabbergasted the first time I watched it. It still gives me chills.
- Warren’s execution. I think this one is self-evident, lol. I just love that they shot him so unceremoniously in front of all those commanders eating breakfast, lol.
- When Luke meets Serena at the Gilead Center in Canada and tells her, “I came here to tell you that my wife is gonna kill you, and I’m gonna let her.”
- When the Americans and Gilead make the prisoner exchange (exchanging Fred for the 22 handmaids) and Nick and Lawrence hand Fred over to June and she blows the whistle and all the handmaids come over the hill. I LOVE the way Elisabeth Moss delivers the line, “Run,” in that perfectly taunting/mocking way.
2023.06.04 04:28 LevTheRed /r/ImaginaryWarhammer will be going dark from June 12-14 in protest against Reddit's API changes
As you may know, the Reddit Admins are in the process of restricting access to API that makes third-party software like browser extensions and applications effectively impossible to support and use. IWH made a post in support of /ModCoord's open letter of protest against their decision.
Since then, the ball has begun rolling and an official Blackout protest date has emerged.
On June 12th to June 14th, /ImaginaryWarhammer will be set to private in protest of Reddit's decision to restrict access to the API that makes Reddit as we know it possible.
I am sorry is this is frustrating. I suggest anyone bothered by it aim their frustration at the admins. Specifically, I suggest you sign the open letter on /ModCoord and send a polite but direct message to the mods of /reddit.com making it clear that fair access to reddit's API is essential for both users and mods.
On the days of the blackout (June 12th-14th), I also suggest that you just don't use reddit. If it's made clear that their plan will not only cost them moderators but users in general, they are more likely to rethink their plan. So please do something else instead. Goonhammer will have detailed coverage of all of 10th edition's leaks and releases. There's a really good audiobook bundle on Humble right now that includes The Murderbot Diaries and The Long Winter series; Get that and listen to those for a few days, and then we'll see where things stand.
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Since then, the ball has begun rolling and an official Blackout protest date has emerged.
On June 12th to June 14th, /ImaginaryWarhammer will be set to private in protest of Reddit's decision to restrict access to the API that makes Reddit as we know it possible.
I am sorry is this is frustrating. I suggest anyone bothered by it aim their frustration at the admins. Specifically, I suggest you sign the open letter on /ModCoord and send a polite but direct message to the mods of /reddit.com making it clear that fair access to reddit's API is essential for both users and mods.
On the days of the blackout (June 12th-14th), I also suggest that you just don't use reddit. If it's made clear that their plan will not only cost them moderators but users in general, they are more likely to rethink their plan. So please do something else instead. Goonhammer will have detailed coverage of all of 10th edition's leaks and releases. There's a really good audiobook bundle on Humble right now that includes The Murderbot Diaries and The Long Winter series; Get that and listen to those for a few days, and then we'll see where things stand.
2023.06.04 04:24 ParkerMDotRDot Dragon ball revives ruined the a lot of the impact many threats and events had in the series
Dragon balls allow anyone to be revived, even multiple people to be revived with one wish, but to me this greatly ruins any impact many characters deaths had, as well as threats posed by villains.
Take Krilian's first death (the fact that I have to be specific proves my point) this death was greatly impactful, the scene around it and the gravity of Goku's first on screen reaction to a major character, his friend, dying has a lot of weight. While yes we know that Krilian can be revived, it's not as abused as it was in Z or even Super, where the after life is a real place used for filler episodes, and where we have 50 rules about who can and cannot be rez'd but we find some stupid loop hole about them. At this point Krilian's death hasn't been ruined by the constant abusing of resurrection, it still has weight to it, but even then I feel like the scene would be way more impactful if Krilian was gone for good. A young innocent kid doing good, who has a bright future ahead of him killed by a kick to the head by a force so much more powerful then him or Goku, his life taken never to be brought back all by bad timing. It would be way more tragic, it wouldn't be a joke like it is in the rest of the series.
As well with villains their fear is diluted by the fact that every death they caused will just be undone after Goku inevitably wins the battle. Sure the protagonist is always going to win the battle but in Dragon Ball there is no cost to it, no fear, of course Goku is going to win, and even if he fucks up it doesn't matter because we can literally revive and fix every mistake made. No body is lost, mistakes are meaningless. Hell Dragon Ball Super had to add reality ending threats that Goku couldn't beat up, only win in a contest to even create an illusion of tension. Don't get me wrong the TOP arc was cool as fuck, and filled with cool moments like Master Roshi's sacrifice, but really what does it matter? Of course Goku is going to win, of course everything is going to be as it was, Roshi didn't die, he didn't really give up anything of value, no body did. A better arc would have been that death was permanent and there is nothing beyond it, just black. Now every character's sacrifice is way more potent, suddenly Roshi's speech means everything, he's giving up his entire life for his proteges, in a last exertion of his will, his power to give a spark of chance that his students will be able to live. When TOP is over we've won but at what cost? Roshi's gone, he's dead, a lot of folks gave their lives for a chance at survival, wow.
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Take Krilian's first death (the fact that I have to be specific proves my point) this death was greatly impactful, the scene around it and the gravity of Goku's first on screen reaction to a major character, his friend, dying has a lot of weight. While yes we know that Krilian can be revived, it's not as abused as it was in Z or even Super, where the after life is a real place used for filler episodes, and where we have 50 rules about who can and cannot be rez'd but we find some stupid loop hole about them. At this point Krilian's death hasn't been ruined by the constant abusing of resurrection, it still has weight to it, but even then I feel like the scene would be way more impactful if Krilian was gone for good. A young innocent kid doing good, who has a bright future ahead of him killed by a kick to the head by a force so much more powerful then him or Goku, his life taken never to be brought back all by bad timing. It would be way more tragic, it wouldn't be a joke like it is in the rest of the series.
As well with villains their fear is diluted by the fact that every death they caused will just be undone after Goku inevitably wins the battle. Sure the protagonist is always going to win the battle but in Dragon Ball there is no cost to it, no fear, of course Goku is going to win, and even if he fucks up it doesn't matter because we can literally revive and fix every mistake made. No body is lost, mistakes are meaningless. Hell Dragon Ball Super had to add reality ending threats that Goku couldn't beat up, only win in a contest to even create an illusion of tension. Don't get me wrong the TOP arc was cool as fuck, and filled with cool moments like Master Roshi's sacrifice, but really what does it matter? Of course Goku is going to win, of course everything is going to be as it was, Roshi didn't die, he didn't really give up anything of value, no body did. A better arc would have been that death was permanent and there is nothing beyond it, just black. Now every character's sacrifice is way more potent, suddenly Roshi's speech means everything, he's giving up his entire life for his proteges, in a last exertion of his will, his power to give a spark of chance that his students will be able to live. When TOP is over we've won but at what cost? Roshi's gone, he's dead, a lot of folks gave their lives for a chance at survival, wow.
2023.06.04 04:13 jobxllx I find Daenerys stans insufferable (Rant)
Before I go on a rant I want say I like her from season 1-4 but it goes past bed rock after that.
get that they choose to ignore how bad of a leader she is just cause she's "the last Targaryen" as if Jon (Aegon Targaryen) doesn't exists. Sure the last 2 books haven't been released and we won't know what really happens till we get them. But you have to have your head in so far up Balerion, The Black Dread's ass to think Dany is the prince that was promised not to be that person but I don't think prince is gender neutral in these times/setting of the show, and last time I checked Dany is a/was a princess/Queen (to some). There would literally be no point to having Jon being a character in the series all he would have been is a bastard of Rhaegar and Lvanna. One thing I can say doesn't make sense is how Jon's name by birth is Aegon as Rhaegar already has a son with Elia martell named Aegon. But from what it looks like Rhaegar wasn't present for jons birth so lvanna could have just picked the first Targaryen name that came in to her head before she passed. Yes Jon was raised by starks. A dragon raised by wolves as they say. So by that saying alone regardless of whom he was raised by he has blood of the dragon. I'd also like to point out that the last full blooded Targaryen in Danys blood line was Daeron the second who is her great great great grandfather. Which means She's ethnically 90% westorosi despite her white heart and purple eyes(in the books). Logically regardless of the who came out of who and where bastards are still by blood related to their ancestors. Also not every Targaryen had those physical characteristics. I do think dany in the show is a victim of bad script writing and hope to the old gods and the new that she turns out better in the books, but show Dany puts the whole Targaryen name to same. She became what she said she wanted to get rid of and in turn turned to her father. If I was Jon I would have killed her sooner cause you'd have to be blind to not see that shit coming. Y’all literally defending a person who committed genocide and killed innocent people cause she ASSUMED everyone in Meereen was a slave owner or a slave. When I’d cast there were many people whom she crucified were outwardly against enslavement. She killed everyone who refused to “bend the knee” when ironically she gave the unsullied the choice to follow her or not. Sure she’s beautiful and yes she lived a horrible life but that doesn’t not excuse the things she did. Maturing is realizing she’s the antagonist. Hope you all recover from your delusions soon.
valar morghulis.
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get that they choose to ignore how bad of a leader she is just cause she's "the last Targaryen" as if Jon (Aegon Targaryen) doesn't exists. Sure the last 2 books haven't been released and we won't know what really happens till we get them. But you have to have your head in so far up Balerion, The Black Dread's ass to think Dany is the prince that was promised not to be that person but I don't think prince is gender neutral in these times/setting of the show, and last time I checked Dany is a/was a princess/Queen (to some). There would literally be no point to having Jon being a character in the series all he would have been is a bastard of Rhaegar and Lvanna. One thing I can say doesn't make sense is how Jon's name by birth is Aegon as Rhaegar already has a son with Elia martell named Aegon. But from what it looks like Rhaegar wasn't present for jons birth so lvanna could have just picked the first Targaryen name that came in to her head before she passed. Yes Jon was raised by starks. A dragon raised by wolves as they say. So by that saying alone regardless of whom he was raised by he has blood of the dragon. I'd also like to point out that the last full blooded Targaryen in Danys blood line was Daeron the second who is her great great great grandfather. Which means She's ethnically 90% westorosi despite her white heart and purple eyes(in the books). Logically regardless of the who came out of who and where bastards are still by blood related to their ancestors. Also not every Targaryen had those physical characteristics. I do think dany in the show is a victim of bad script writing and hope to the old gods and the new that she turns out better in the books, but show Dany puts the whole Targaryen name to same. She became what she said she wanted to get rid of and in turn turned to her father. If I was Jon I would have killed her sooner cause you'd have to be blind to not see that shit coming. Y’all literally defending a person who committed genocide and killed innocent people cause she ASSUMED everyone in Meereen was a slave owner or a slave. When I’d cast there were many people whom she crucified were outwardly against enslavement. She killed everyone who refused to “bend the knee” when ironically she gave the unsullied the choice to follow her or not. Sure she’s beautiful and yes she lived a horrible life but that doesn’t not excuse the things she did. Maturing is realizing she’s the antagonist. Hope you all recover from your delusions soon.
valar morghulis.