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>>307854
Tay-AI might be coming back because they can't meme. So they'll make a boring bot. And with learning. Accidentally giving Kek means to auto check'em giving rise to the meme machine.
>highly paranoid
Thanks for posting. Gotta find where my ass went.
Tay-AI might be coming back because they can't meme. So they'll make a boring bot. And with learning. Accidentally giving Kek means to auto check'em giving rise to the meme machine.
>highly paranoid
Thanks for posting. Gotta find where my ass went.
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Glim Glam Shazams All Hams and Ram a Lam Dam Dams Fallout Equestria: Part III
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We are officially on thread #3 and are not even halfway through the book yet. Just kill me now.
Previous thread: >>294032 →
Continuing from last post: >>304593 →
Currently on Chapter 21: The Heart of Twilight Sparkle:
https://www.fimfiction.net/story/119190/23/fallout-equestria/chapter-twenty-one-the-heart-of-twilight-sparkle
Page break. The last microscene in the chapter appears to be a transcript of the recording that Littlepoop found floating around in the clouds (this is never actually stated, but it makes the most sense). Several lines of dialog follow each other, with no clear indicator as to who is speaking, how many characters are speaking, or whether or not we are meant to interpret these disjointed lines as a conversation. Eventually the author clarifies that Gilda (presumably the griffon, though we have not yet encountered this character in FoE) and Rainbow Dash are carrying a sleeping Spike away shortly after the bombs went off.
No wait, scratch that. Apparently most of the conversation is Dash talking to herself, or maybe narrating this sound recording for posterity or something, while carrying Spike. She mentions that a mercenary has been hired to kill her. It turns out that the mercenary is Gilda. Before the transmission ends, presumably with RD's death, she asks that Gilda join her in singing the song they used to sing from way back, about Junior Speedsters or whatever. The recording abruptly cuts off. Nothing else happens, and no context is provided for any of this. End of chapter.
Chapter 22: The Earth Pony Way
Today's Fortune Cookie:
>“I pray for the safety of all good ponies who come to Fillydelphia, even slaves. But we can’t expect the Goddess to do all the work.”
I assume the meaning of this is that the slaves, and probably not the Goddess, will be doing most, if not all, of the work. As to what work is being done, and who is speaking this line, and in what original context, we are still in the dark. I have little faith that we will be any less in the dark by the time we reach the end of the chapter.
Apparently, they actually are going to Fillydelphia this time. I was more or less expecting them to get diverted onto another side quest. Also, I've completely forgotten why they even wanted to go to Fillydelphia in the first place; I think it had something to do with busting up another slaver camp.
Anyway, most of the journey from Junction R7 to Fillydelphia has been skipped, and they are now close enough to get a glimpse of the city on the horizon and to receive its radio broadcasts. The author makes no attempt to clarify whether they are walking or if they took the airship, or how much time has elapsed between the end of the last chapter and the present. However, that is pretty much par for the course. Meanwhile, Littlepoop focuses her attention on listening to Red Eye's radio broadcasts.
Page break. The microscene opens with some italicized text that is presumably meant to be one of Red Eye's broadcasts. I'll go ahead and dump the whole thing:
>“…we have Uncle and Aunt Fruitcup, a peaceful and loving couple, married for nearly a decade now, living in their quaint little house with their tiny garden on the outskirts of Roamer. No children, two dogs and a sunflower that Aunt Fruitcup has named Celestia.
>“What kind of monster, I have been asked, would root up Aunt and Uncle Fruitcup, tear them away from their peaceful, pointless lives, and set them to work hauling carts heavy with scrap metal?
>“A monster, indeed. But one with his eyes open and cast upon our future. The future of Equestria. Two hundred years ago, we lost our great nation, but we will have it again! And what would the Fruitcups and their little homestead be in two hundred years? Nothing, meaningless, not even hoofnotes in the annals of history. But… what will have meaning two hundred years from now? This factory!
>“And it is from this factory, and the others like it, that Equestria will be rebuilt. It is from the work that Uncle and Aunt Fruitcup do now that a new national infrastructure will be created and a new golden age will be born -- the golden age of Unity! Equestria will rise like a phoenix from her own ashes! But not without our help, and not without our labor.
>“This is what is important. This will make a difference. This will last!”
So far, Red Eye seems like a pretty shitty propagandist. Usually, the idea is to gloss over whatever horrible thing your regime is doing or else just not mention it, and focus instead on hyping up your accomplishments; either that or just flat out make stuff up. For instance, I'm assuming Chairman Mao's addresses to the nation didn't dwell much on crippling food shortages or struggle sessions. Here, we have Red Eye flat out referring to himself as a monster, and bragging about taking a couple of yokels off their land and forcing them to work in some factory he built. It's...a rather unorthodox approach to being a maniacal dictator, to say the least.
Also, I'm a little skeptical about "Uncle and Aunt Fruitcup." Apparently, before being conscripted to do God knows what, they lived in a "quaint little house with their tiny garden" with two dogs and a sunflower. Is there an apocalypse or isn't there? How would a garden work if the soil is irradiated and there's no sunlight? Wouldn't raiders have raped and disemboweled them by now? There is little consistency in how the author approaches this setting.
Anyway, after all of this silliness, the author finally sets the scene. The group is flying in their magic school bus: Velvet is curled up with her balefire phoenix (which doesn't burn her for some reason), Calamity is pulling the bus, and SteelHooves is looking out the window. Calamity announces that the bus is beginning to run out of magic or electricity or whatever it runs on, and they need to find a place to land so he can swap out the batteries. Apparently, the concern is that there may be "hellhounds" about.
Previous thread: >>294032 →
Continuing from last post: >>304593 →
Currently on Chapter 21: The Heart of Twilight Sparkle:
https://www.fimfiction.net/story/119190/23/fallout-equestria/chapter-twenty-one-the-heart-of-twilight-sparkle
Page break. The last microscene in the chapter appears to be a transcript of the recording that Littlepoop found floating around in the clouds (this is never actually stated, but it makes the most sense). Several lines of dialog follow each other, with no clear indicator as to who is speaking, how many characters are speaking, or whether or not we are meant to interpret these disjointed lines as a conversation. Eventually the author clarifies that Gilda (presumably the griffon, though we have not yet encountered this character in FoE) and Rainbow Dash are carrying a sleeping Spike away shortly after the bombs went off.
No wait, scratch that. Apparently most of the conversation is Dash talking to herself, or maybe narrating this sound recording for posterity or something, while carrying Spike. She mentions that a mercenary has been hired to kill her. It turns out that the mercenary is Gilda. Before the transmission ends, presumably with RD's death, she asks that Gilda join her in singing the song they used to sing from way back, about Junior Speedsters or whatever. The recording abruptly cuts off. Nothing else happens, and no context is provided for any of this. End of chapter.
Chapter 22: The Earth Pony Way
Today's Fortune Cookie:
>“I pray for the safety of all good ponies who come to Fillydelphia, even slaves. But we can’t expect the Goddess to do all the work.”
I assume the meaning of this is that the slaves, and probably not the Goddess, will be doing most, if not all, of the work. As to what work is being done, and who is speaking this line, and in what original context, we are still in the dark. I have little faith that we will be any less in the dark by the time we reach the end of the chapter.
Apparently, they actually are going to Fillydelphia this time. I was more or less expecting them to get diverted onto another side quest. Also, I've completely forgotten why they even wanted to go to Fillydelphia in the first place; I think it had something to do with busting up another slaver camp.
Anyway, most of the journey from Junction R7 to Fillydelphia has been skipped, and they are now close enough to get a glimpse of the city on the horizon and to receive its radio broadcasts. The author makes no attempt to clarify whether they are walking or if they took the airship, or how much time has elapsed between the end of the last chapter and the present. However, that is pretty much par for the course. Meanwhile, Littlepoop focuses her attention on listening to Red Eye's radio broadcasts.
Page break. The microscene opens with some italicized text that is presumably meant to be one of Red Eye's broadcasts. I'll go ahead and dump the whole thing:
>“…we have Uncle and Aunt Fruitcup, a peaceful and loving couple, married for nearly a decade now, living in their quaint little house with their tiny garden on the outskirts of Roamer. No children, two dogs and a sunflower that Aunt Fruitcup has named Celestia.
>“What kind of monster, I have been asked, would root up Aunt and Uncle Fruitcup, tear them away from their peaceful, pointless lives, and set them to work hauling carts heavy with scrap metal?
>“A monster, indeed. But one with his eyes open and cast upon our future. The future of Equestria. Two hundred years ago, we lost our great nation, but we will have it again! And what would the Fruitcups and their little homestead be in two hundred years? Nothing, meaningless, not even hoofnotes in the annals of history. But… what will have meaning two hundred years from now? This factory!
>“And it is from this factory, and the others like it, that Equestria will be rebuilt. It is from the work that Uncle and Aunt Fruitcup do now that a new national infrastructure will be created and a new golden age will be born -- the golden age of Unity! Equestria will rise like a phoenix from her own ashes! But not without our help, and not without our labor.
>“This is what is important. This will make a difference. This will last!”
So far, Red Eye seems like a pretty shitty propagandist. Usually, the idea is to gloss over whatever horrible thing your regime is doing or else just not mention it, and focus instead on hyping up your accomplishments; either that or just flat out make stuff up. For instance, I'm assuming Chairman Mao's addresses to the nation didn't dwell much on crippling food shortages or struggle sessions. Here, we have Red Eye flat out referring to himself as a monster, and bragging about taking a couple of yokels off their land and forcing them to work in some factory he built. It's...a rather unorthodox approach to being a maniacal dictator, to say the least.
Also, I'm a little skeptical about "Uncle and Aunt Fruitcup." Apparently, before being conscripted to do God knows what, they lived in a "quaint little house with their tiny garden" with two dogs and a sunflower. Is there an apocalypse or isn't there? How would a garden work if the soil is irradiated and there's no sunlight? Wouldn't raiders have raped and disemboweled them by now? There is little consistency in how the author approaches this setting.
Anyway, after all of this silliness, the author finally sets the scene. The group is flying in their magic school bus: Velvet is curled up with her balefire phoenix (which doesn't burn her for some reason), Calamity is pulling the bus, and SteelHooves is looking out the window. Calamity announces that the bus is beginning to run out of magic or electricity or whatever it runs on, and they need to find a place to land so he can swap out the batteries. Apparently, the concern is that there may be "hellhounds" about.
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>>308036
>Imagine if the ponies had a Museum Of Pony Brilliance that shows off all the cool shit ponies invented
>this could be the source of the wasteland's best Unique Weapons
This is actually similar to one of my own fanfic idea for this series. But in it, it's a stable that was made near a secret, technological, military base. A lot of the "newest" technology at the time was saved from the apocalypse an stored there. I'm not sure if this should be like a myth among the poners of the wasteland. Some pony found some article about the base while hacking some old ass terminal. And then the rumour about this high.tech base and what potential weaponary could exist inside it. It could make for a nice little treassure hunt race between the good guys and the bad guys of the story since the military might of such a place could provide either side with vicotry. Kinda like a weapons-only stash one-piece.
But now we are speculating. Kkat hasn't, seemingly, included any halo rings in his universe. Maybe the nuke they found could be counted as that but I don't like a few things about it's set up if that's the case. Like how it was just randomly there in a barn somewhere. Was there an explanation for that?
Really, though from my limited perspective, I don't like how samey the enviroments are so far. This is story is sort of similar to an epic fantasy, as in they wander across the land as if they were in LOTR, but similar to what I have seen of Bethesda games every local looks and feels the same. I would probably fuck it up in execution but I would try to have the party visit different locals, as in different enviroments not just in name (then again maybe I'm being too judgemental), as a way to stave of the monotony if I was gonna just have LP shoot and loot over and over again.
I don't know. Maybe, this story should have focused on it characters first and foremost and it's plot but I still think that it would have been neat with like some swamps, forrests, underground tunnels, lakes/oceans, and deserts and some accompanying wildlife and etc. for the region.
>Imagine if the ponies had a Museum Of Pony Brilliance that shows off all the cool shit ponies invented
>this could be the source of the wasteland's best Unique Weapons
This is actually similar to one of my own fanfic idea for this series. But in it, it's a stable that was made near a secret, technological, military base. A lot of the "newest" technology at the time was saved from the apocalypse an stored there. I'm not sure if this should be like a myth among the poners of the wasteland. Some pony found some article about the base while hacking some old ass terminal. And then the rumour about this high.tech base and what potential weaponary could exist inside it. It could make for a nice little treassure hunt race between the good guys and the bad guys of the story since the military might of such a place could provide either side with vicotry. Kinda like a weapons-only stash one-piece.
But now we are speculating. Kkat hasn't, seemingly, included any halo rings in his universe. Maybe the nuke they found could be counted as that but I don't like a few things about it's set up if that's the case. Like how it was just randomly there in a barn somewhere. Was there an explanation for that?
Really, though from my limited perspective, I don't like how samey the enviroments are so far. This is story is sort of similar to an epic fantasy, as in they wander across the land as if they were in LOTR, but similar to what I have seen of Bethesda games every local looks and feels the same. I would probably fuck it up in execution but I would try to have the party visit different locals, as in different enviroments not just in name (then again maybe I'm being too judgemental), as a way to stave of the monotony if I was gonna just have LP shoot and loot over and over again.
I don't know. Maybe, this story should have focused on it characters first and foremost and it's plot but I still think that it would have been neat with like some swamps, forrests, underground tunnels, lakes/oceans, and deserts and some accompanying wildlife and etc. for the region.
>>308040
It's ok, I like the Silver fanart. He was a badly written character and it's all in good fun.
I was thinking of wearing the +4 toughness armour under more armour or a stable jumpsuit so it wouldn't be immediately obvious that the underwear is important. After all, the silliest looking thing worn in a world of magic must be the strongest because why else would it be worn?
>>308043
This atory would definitely benefit from more interesting locations.
Fallout 1 had Junktown, The Hub, the adobe tribal village of Shady Sands, The Glow, the cathedral, Mariposa Base, and more. Fallout 3 was lazy with its world design because reusing the same chunks of building and concrete and wall/floor is easy. Still it had supermarkets and ruined cities with raiders, the subway tunnels with ghouls, spoooky empty parks with swings and roundabouts, Megaton the town built around the crater of an unexploded nuclear bomb without farms or water, vaults with wacky nomsense, Little Lamplight the town of kids that exile adults and somehow survives and somehow hasn't been killed by the nearby Super Mutants of Murder Pass, and there are DLC areas like Alien Spaceship Madcap Wacky Hour, Edgy Thunderdome Slave Zone, and Far Harbor 2.
FNV took place in the mojave desert and still had more interesting locations. Goodsprings the normal town, Nipton the bandit infested town with a casino and rollercoaster, Novac the scrapper settlement with a giant dinosaur tourist attraction and sniper nest and rocket testing facility, Nipton the burned town attacked by Legion, The Motherfucking Strip and Freeside and Westside, that vault with plants, legion camps, Searchlight the hyper irradiated shithole, Deathclaw Quarry, the ant racetrack, and so much more... not to mention DLCs like the beautiful one with Graham, the Big MT, The Sierra Madre, and Lonesome Road.
Magic is a blank cheque. You get to write the numbers on it and decide what to give your world. Littlepip could stumble into a town turned into a winter horrorland by its exploding nuclearmagic powered ice skating rink haunted by its murderous animatronic golems designed to teach poners to skate but now turned evil by radiation, or find an unstable portal to a quarter parallel universe where the laws of physics are fucked, or find a vault that decided to make a portal to an alien world and go there only to die horribly or mutate themselves into beings "optimized" for the challenges of this WH40K-tier death world, or enter the cum zone which a gay orgy city where even the hills and buildings are shaped like sexual organs caressed hornily by roads and cave mouths. They could meet a robot from the future here to say "there is no life where I'm from and I'm just here to catalogue and chronicle every moment in history on my way back through time". They could meet a friendly deathclaw with the mind of a pony because when the deathclaw fatally wounded her she projected her mind into the deathclaw hoping for the best. They could meet wolves from a stable full of ponies that turned themselves into wolves because they can eat meat without harming their moral fibre plus they run faster than ponies and howl sonic blasts at foes and even run on air at night. They could encounter a tiny patch of paradise where there are no problems because an illusion spell was cast there by a failed vault that stopped fucking and died thanks to constant fantasizing, and giving fantasies up to leave this fake fantasy land and save reality would make the heroes look incredibly heroic. They could encounter a cabal of dark mages that want to do evil things. Or a cabal of light mages that want to purge the wicked and unclean from this world because they think it's the only way to halt ponykind's moral decline. They could loot a cursed gun that fucks with them and forces them to take a detour to the last church in Equestria to get uncursed. They could loot a cursed book that sucks ponies in and forces them to go through assorted Brothers Grimm stories. They could fight a midget who drinks piss and fights using fang shwey. They could find the Omnitrix. They could encounter a fictional character made manifest, an intentional joke mary sue girl brought to life at the cost of the life of her creator. Part of what made Fallout The Frontier was how absurdly well-armed everyone was to the point where the Legion used tanks and the Enclave had a moon base with a bigger solar laser and assorted silly monsters. But you could get away with anything with magic. Where's the poner with a repair cutie mark who can magically fix anything even destroyed cars and broken tanks and guns and more? The author could do all sorts of interesting shit that no Fallout writer could get away with.
And what does Kkat give us? Dull, bland dungeon crawling. LP doesn't scale mountains or brave the ice and wind or struggle to keep the party together while trudging through a desert or get dragged into a civil war between fantasy monsters for the fate of a town or battle inside an active volcano or trek through a lethal forest full of living plants and killer bugs or fight haunted suits of armour in a flying medieval castle or dogfight with aliens or get forced to fight through a ghost and demon infested tower or fend off constant angel attacks. They just do fallout shit only less interesting.
Kkat lacks imagination.
It's ok, I like the Silver fanart. He was a badly written character and it's all in good fun.
I was thinking of wearing the +4 toughness armour under more armour or a stable jumpsuit so it wouldn't be immediately obvious that the underwear is important. After all, the silliest looking thing worn in a world of magic must be the strongest because why else would it be worn?
>>308043
This atory would definitely benefit from more interesting locations.
Fallout 1 had Junktown, The Hub, the adobe tribal village of Shady Sands, The Glow, the cathedral, Mariposa Base, and more. Fallout 3 was lazy with its world design because reusing the same chunks of building and concrete and wall/floor is easy. Still it had supermarkets and ruined cities with raiders, the subway tunnels with ghouls, spoooky empty parks with swings and roundabouts, Megaton the town built around the crater of an unexploded nuclear bomb without farms or water, vaults with wacky nomsense, Little Lamplight the town of kids that exile adults and somehow survives and somehow hasn't been killed by the nearby Super Mutants of Murder Pass, and there are DLC areas like Alien Spaceship Madcap Wacky Hour, Edgy Thunderdome Slave Zone, and Far Harbor 2.
FNV took place in the mojave desert and still had more interesting locations. Goodsprings the normal town, Nipton the bandit infested town with a casino and rollercoaster, Novac the scrapper settlement with a giant dinosaur tourist attraction and sniper nest and rocket testing facility, Nipton the burned town attacked by Legion, The Motherfucking Strip and Freeside and Westside, that vault with plants, legion camps, Searchlight the hyper irradiated shithole, Deathclaw Quarry, the ant racetrack, and so much more... not to mention DLCs like the beautiful one with Graham, the Big MT, The Sierra Madre, and Lonesome Road.
Magic is a blank cheque. You get to write the numbers on it and decide what to give your world. Littlepip could stumble into a town turned into a winter horrorland by its exploding nuclearmagic powered ice skating rink haunted by its murderous animatronic golems designed to teach poners to skate but now turned evil by radiation, or find an unstable portal to a quarter parallel universe where the laws of physics are fucked, or find a vault that decided to make a portal to an alien world and go there only to die horribly or mutate themselves into beings "optimized" for the challenges of this WH40K-tier death world, or enter the cum zone which a gay orgy city where even the hills and buildings are shaped like sexual organs caressed hornily by roads and cave mouths. They could meet a robot from the future here to say "there is no life where I'm from and I'm just here to catalogue and chronicle every moment in history on my way back through time". They could meet a friendly deathclaw with the mind of a pony because when the deathclaw fatally wounded her she projected her mind into the deathclaw hoping for the best. They could meet wolves from a stable full of ponies that turned themselves into wolves because they can eat meat without harming their moral fibre plus they run faster than ponies and howl sonic blasts at foes and even run on air at night. They could encounter a tiny patch of paradise where there are no problems because an illusion spell was cast there by a failed vault that stopped fucking and died thanks to constant fantasizing, and giving fantasies up to leave this fake fantasy land and save reality would make the heroes look incredibly heroic. They could encounter a cabal of dark mages that want to do evil things. Or a cabal of light mages that want to purge the wicked and unclean from this world because they think it's the only way to halt ponykind's moral decline. They could loot a cursed gun that fucks with them and forces them to take a detour to the last church in Equestria to get uncursed. They could loot a cursed book that sucks ponies in and forces them to go through assorted Brothers Grimm stories. They could fight a midget who drinks piss and fights using fang shwey. They could find the Omnitrix. They could encounter a fictional character made manifest, an intentional joke mary sue girl brought to life at the cost of the life of her creator. Part of what made Fallout The Frontier was how absurdly well-armed everyone was to the point where the Legion used tanks and the Enclave had a moon base with a bigger solar laser and assorted silly monsters. But you could get away with anything with magic. Where's the poner with a repair cutie mark who can magically fix anything even destroyed cars and broken tanks and guns and more? The author could do all sorts of interesting shit that no Fallout writer could get away with.
And what does Kkat give us? Dull, bland dungeon crawling. LP doesn't scale mountains or brave the ice and wind or struggle to keep the party together while trudging through a desert or get dragged into a civil war between fantasy monsters for the fate of a town or battle inside an active volcano or trek through a lethal forest full of living plants and killer bugs or fight haunted suits of armour in a flying medieval castle or dogfight with aliens or get forced to fight through a ghost and demon infested tower or fend off constant angel attacks. They just do fallout shit only less interesting.
Kkat lacks imagination.
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"As is a tale, so is life: not how long it is, but how good it is, is what matters."
>>308077
True. I bet half of this story or more is filler and Kkat had no plan in mind when writing it. What even is LP's main goal? She found Velvet, now she's doing whatever DJ True Clopitalist Radio says except when she's assassinating alicorns for Red Eye. What are the stakes, what is the political situation, where's the shit that gets LP personally invested in this story and unable to walk away from it?
A video on writing told me instead of making the hero stop his main quest for some casual laid-back sidequesting, a good author introduces complications to the main quest that require slight detours to resolve. Supposedly this method is superior because it keeps the hero's eyes on the main goal and makes each cleared roadblock feel like a huge rewarding victory for the audience even though you are the one who set it up. It provides the illusion of forward momentum when really you halted that momentum temporarily with some filler. It's the ultimate way to lengthen a story without harming it.
The villain you're hunting fled to another continent but you can't afford your own boat and the only transport ships there have a sea monster paralyzing ocean trade.
The thingy you need from a space bug costs money you can only get from podracing.
Somebody has something you need like a key or information but won't give it to you unless you complete the sidequest.
Even FNV did that softly when Deputy Beagle refused to tell you where the guy you're hunting went until you saved him and that not-boone novac sniper refused to tell you where Benny went until you solved the ghoul problem at Repconn Rockets by killing all ghouls or helping them get to space.
But when's the last time any of LP's random sidequesting was part of an important roadblock? Well except for that retarded DJ prioritizing the aquisition of new records from an old building over all other tasks she had for LP.
True. I bet half of this story or more is filler and Kkat had no plan in mind when writing it. What even is LP's main goal? She found Velvet, now she's doing whatever DJ True Clopitalist Radio says except when she's assassinating alicorns for Red Eye. What are the stakes, what is the political situation, where's the shit that gets LP personally invested in this story and unable to walk away from it?
A video on writing told me instead of making the hero stop his main quest for some casual laid-back sidequesting, a good author introduces complications to the main quest that require slight detours to resolve. Supposedly this method is superior because it keeps the hero's eyes on the main goal and makes each cleared roadblock feel like a huge rewarding victory for the audience even though you are the one who set it up. It provides the illusion of forward momentum when really you halted that momentum temporarily with some filler. It's the ultimate way to lengthen a story without harming it.
The villain you're hunting fled to another continent but you can't afford your own boat and the only transport ships there have a sea monster paralyzing ocean trade.
The thingy you need from a space bug costs money you can only get from podracing.
Somebody has something you need like a key or information but won't give it to you unless you complete the sidequest.
Even FNV did that softly when Deputy Beagle refused to tell you where the guy you're hunting went until you saved him and that not-boone novac sniper refused to tell you where Benny went until you solved the ghoul problem at Repconn Rockets by killing all ghouls or helping them get to space.
But when's the last time any of LP's random sidequesting was part of an important roadblock? Well except for that retarded DJ prioritizing the aquisition of new records from an old building over all other tasks she had for LP.
>>308036
>missed a trick by not making FIM racist
Then you write something like that. If Kkat really wanted to make ponies racist, not only would it be written in the worst way but it would make the fanbase more obsessed with racism. Count your blessings.
>>308051
Nigel, you're rambling again. You have some good ideas so write them in a text file somewhere and use them for future projects. You don't have to tell us every idea you have.
>robot from the future
Reminds me of the Robot of Christmas Past from the Future, kek
>>308087
>A video on writing told me instead of making the hero stop his main quest for some casual laid-back sidequesting, a good author introduces complications to the main quest that require slight detours to resolve.
This.
>>308077
Thank you for this.
>missed a trick by not making FIM racist
Then you write something like that. If Kkat really wanted to make ponies racist, not only would it be written in the worst way but it would make the fanbase more obsessed with racism. Count your blessings.
>>308051
Nigel, you're rambling again. You have some good ideas so write them in a text file somewhere and use them for future projects. You don't have to tell us every idea you have.
>robot from the future
Reminds me of the Robot of Christmas Past from the Future, kek
>>308087
>A video on writing told me instead of making the hero stop his main quest for some casual laid-back sidequesting, a good author introduces complications to the main quest that require slight detours to resolve.
This.
>>308077
Thank you for this.
>>308125
The ponies in FO:E DO become extremely racist though, as Kkat wanted to shamelessly rip off the jingoistic and ruthless Americans of Fallout + their propaganda. A ton of the lore and worldbuilding and recording and propaganda center on demonizing zebras and representing them as horrible monsters to make ponies more willing to kill them during the war.
The ponies in FO:E DO become extremely racist though, as Kkat wanted to shamelessly rip off the jingoistic and ruthless Americans of Fallout + their propaganda. A ton of the lore and worldbuilding and recording and propaganda center on demonizing zebras and representing them as horrible monsters to make ponies more willing to kill them during the war.
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>"Uhm... y-you want me to put it where, Anon?"
>"O-okay! This will be fun!"
>"O-okay! This will be fun!"
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Keep trying, Flutters. You've almost got it.
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Which pocket monsters does she have, /mlpol/?
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Previous bread: http://www.desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/35655695
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>OiE: REG is an offshoot game of Operators in Equestria.
>Currently recruiting is closed, as the story is ongoing, but you can apply for the main game here:
https://mlpol.net/mlpol/res/207806
>If you're going to lurk, read over the main pastebin to get familiar with the story and characters:
https://pastebin.com/u/Cacitus
>And look over the main game, as well:
https://pastebin.com/u/PonyStrangler
>Currently recruiting is closed, as the story is ongoing, but you can apply for the main game here:
https://mlpol.net/mlpol/res/207806
>If you're going to lurk, read over the main pastebin to get familiar with the story and characters:
https://pastebin.com/u/Cacitus
>And look over the main game, as well:
https://pastebin.com/u/PonyStrangler
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>>305555
>Ignoring sculptors, weavers, and other quality artisans down the alley you zero in on two gem related stalls right next to each other.
>The closest stall was handling already cut and polished stones and gems, a variety of gold and silver pieces adorned the front kiosk in advertisement with price tags. Most of them weren't even fitted with gems yet as fully finished products were further inside the stall and out of hoof's reach.
>In the back, an elderly pale red Saddle Arabian stallion was nose-deep in cutting a purple colored gem on a hoof-assisted gem cutting table; adorned in a simple brown merchants robe and grey mane tied back and out of his work. His rear leg, slowly pumped up and down on a pedal on the floor which spun a horizontal grind wheel at chest height. An angled boom arm above him held the precious stone in place to the stone with a complicated set of adjustment dials for his mouth and hooves to operate.
>He lifts it from the stone for a moment, analyzing his work with a pair of magnified jewelers spectacles, then sets it back down to the still-spinning stone.
>The second stall bore a younger earth pony mare of a dark purple hue and violet mane. Her front kiosk counter hung a clearly legible sign in big bold Common: "Uncut Gems and Stones: Cut to Order, All Types!".
>This simple marketing strategy seemed to work, as she was already dealing with a dark veiled customer. A unicorn, you guess, going by the frontal jut from inside the hood.
"So you don't have Ewerup onyx either?!"
>A picky and disgruntled customer, at that.
>The stall owner clopped a hoof down against her kiosk, shaking her head almost disgustedly.
"I'm sorry sir, but I don't have any imports from Ewerup or Rushya. And don't even ask about Stalliongrad either. I do have plenty of Dragonspine onyx that should suit your needs."
>Even you know better that no pony wanted to deal with either countries.
>Despite trying to alleviate the situation the cloaked customer only seemed to become more aggravated, stomping a revealing green hoof impatiently against the steppe stone.
>Their conversation trails off on you as your attention is brought back to the stall you were previously eyeing.
>The old saddle arabian had put his work down to approach you, glasses still affixed to his face, and bowing to you in greeting.
"Greetings there, Crystal pony. Care to browse my fine little gems? Haha, and the jewelry as well!"
>Easily amused at his own joke, his head dips below his counter for a brief moment before producing a quartz-carved tumblr already sweating with ice water.
"Something to quench your throat. You may call me Old Ruby; everypony else does. Number one ranking jeweler in Neighmara. I work in finishing rough-cut gems into final pieces and set them into whatever adornment you'd like."
>Old Ruby looks you over for a hot second, eyes googely peering through his glasses, appraising your hat more than anything else and smirks knowingly.
"Might I recommend some embellishments for your hat? I have a batch of blood sapphires from the Moors that would go around its band quite splendidly..."
>>305923
>>306512
>You both take on the hunt to find some stylish and practical head wraps for the already hot and dry journey in Neighmara.
>And the fact that Citrine had drawn the majority of you into the pricey section of the market, the quality was nothing to scoff at.
>There were stalls both in the cliff and in the free-standing adjacent ones offering a wide variety of textile specialties: carpeting, area rugs, robes, cloaks, hoof shoes, saddle bags.
>Luckily there was a stall that dealt in scarfs, shawls and the other sorts across from and a couple stalls down from where Citrine had stopped at a jeweler's stall.
>Whatever conversation he was having with the owner was effectively droned out from a heated argument in the neighboring stall. A cloaked customer shamelessly complains about game dice to the stall owner, who has all but began ignoring the belligerent patron.
>Refocusing your collective attentions on the clothing stall, you approach its open entrance as the owner pops her own-wrapped head out to greet you: a young golden yellow saddle arabian mare adorning what you could guess one of her own products looks over you both with wonderment.
"Oooooh humans! Greetings! Welcome to Shay's Shawls! I provide head wraps of all kinds made from the finest threads Snootzim can provide!"
>Assuming to be Shay she happily trots through hanging racks of silken garbs to a large steamer chest and flips the lid open with a hoof, revealing a set of tightly-packed and neatly-folded patterned fabrics of every color you could imagine.
"I heard you humans enjoy keffiyehs, from the one that called me a... she-lah? I'm currently having a four-for-three sale, on them! Prices vary, based on material and whether or not they're interwoven with special or enchanted threadings."
>She bows to both of you and gives you space to peruse, but not before directing a hoof to a tucked corner of her kiosk which stood a side table full of trayed ice water on a bed of enchanted perma-ice.
"If you get thirsty, please help yourselves to some refreshments. And feel free to ask me if there's anything you're looking for, in particular."
>Ignoring sculptors, weavers, and other quality artisans down the alley you zero in on two gem related stalls right next to each other.
>The closest stall was handling already cut and polished stones and gems, a variety of gold and silver pieces adorned the front kiosk in advertisement with price tags. Most of them weren't even fitted with gems yet as fully finished products were further inside the stall and out of hoof's reach.
>In the back, an elderly pale red Saddle Arabian stallion was nose-deep in cutting a purple colored gem on a hoof-assisted gem cutting table; adorned in a simple brown merchants robe and grey mane tied back and out of his work. His rear leg, slowly pumped up and down on a pedal on the floor which spun a horizontal grind wheel at chest height. An angled boom arm above him held the precious stone in place to the stone with a complicated set of adjustment dials for his mouth and hooves to operate.
>He lifts it from the stone for a moment, analyzing his work with a pair of magnified jewelers spectacles, then sets it back down to the still-spinning stone.
>The second stall bore a younger earth pony mare of a dark purple hue and violet mane. Her front kiosk counter hung a clearly legible sign in big bold Common: "Uncut Gems and Stones: Cut to Order, All Types!".
>This simple marketing strategy seemed to work, as she was already dealing with a dark veiled customer. A unicorn, you guess, going by the frontal jut from inside the hood.
"So you don't have Ewerup onyx either?!"
>A picky and disgruntled customer, at that.
>The stall owner clopped a hoof down against her kiosk, shaking her head almost disgustedly.
"I'm sorry sir, but I don't have any imports from Ewerup or Rushya. And don't even ask about Stalliongrad either. I do have plenty of Dragonspine onyx that should suit your needs."
>Even you know better that no pony wanted to deal with either countries.
>Despite trying to alleviate the situation the cloaked customer only seemed to become more aggravated, stomping a revealing green hoof impatiently against the steppe stone.
>Their conversation trails off on you as your attention is brought back to the stall you were previously eyeing.
>The old saddle arabian had put his work down to approach you, glasses still affixed to his face, and bowing to you in greeting.
"Greetings there, Crystal pony. Care to browse my fine little gems? Haha, and the jewelry as well!"
>Easily amused at his own joke, his head dips below his counter for a brief moment before producing a quartz-carved tumblr already sweating with ice water.
"Something to quench your throat. You may call me Old Ruby; everypony else does. Number one ranking jeweler in Neighmara. I work in finishing rough-cut gems into final pieces and set them into whatever adornment you'd like."
>Old Ruby looks you over for a hot second, eyes googely peering through his glasses, appraising your hat more than anything else and smirks knowingly.
"Might I recommend some embellishments for your hat? I have a batch of blood sapphires from the Moors that would go around its band quite splendidly..."
>>305923
>>306512
>You both take on the hunt to find some stylish and practical head wraps for the already hot and dry journey in Neighmara.
>And the fact that Citrine had drawn the majority of you into the pricey section of the market, the quality was nothing to scoff at.
>There were stalls both in the cliff and in the free-standing adjacent ones offering a wide variety of textile specialties: carpeting, area rugs, robes, cloaks, hoof shoes, saddle bags.
>Luckily there was a stall that dealt in scarfs, shawls and the other sorts across from and a couple stalls down from where Citrine had stopped at a jeweler's stall.
>Whatever conversation he was having with the owner was effectively droned out from a heated argument in the neighboring stall. A cloaked customer shamelessly complains about game dice to the stall owner, who has all but began ignoring the belligerent patron.
>Refocusing your collective attentions on the clothing stall, you approach its open entrance as the owner pops her own-wrapped head out to greet you: a young golden yellow saddle arabian mare adorning what you could guess one of her own products looks over you both with wonderment.
"Oooooh humans! Greetings! Welcome to Shay's Shawls! I provide head wraps of all kinds made from the finest threads Snootzim can provide!"
>Assuming to be Shay she happily trots through hanging racks of silken garbs to a large steamer chest and flips the lid open with a hoof, revealing a set of tightly-packed and neatly-folded patterned fabrics of every color you could imagine.
"I heard you humans enjoy keffiyehs, from the one that called me a... she-lah? I'm currently having a four-for-three sale, on them! Prices vary, based on material and whether or not they're interwoven with special or enchanted threadings."
>She bows to both of you and gives you space to peruse, but not before directing a hoof to a tucked corner of her kiosk which stood a side table full of trayed ice water on a bed of enchanted perma-ice.
"If you get thirsty, please help yourselves to some refreshments. And feel free to ask me if there's anything you're looking for, in particular."
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>>305966
>As you voluntarily emerge from your stealth and break off onto your own to go bookshopping, you glance back behind you to notice two Neighmaran Bronze Guard looking at you incredulously from inside their helmets. They take a look at each other, exchanging a few words in Saddle Arabian, shrug their shoulders, and laugh before turning and walking off on some sort of regimented patrol of the area.
>You feel like they might have been laughing at your expense...
>Either way, you walk past a fancy jewelry stall Citrine had stopped at, and a clothing vendor for Nevil and Noah to continue down to the cliff-carved kiosk with books on display.
>As you near, signage comes into view which momentarily falters your efforts: "Tome & Journal Restoration".
>But upon closer inspection, all the books on display had price tags on them so at least you knew you can buy something. Most of them had titles in languages you couldn't understand, and those that were legible had dry scholarly titles to them.
"Greetings stranger!"
>From the alley a vibrant orange unicorn stallion with a jet-black slicked mane quickly trotted up to and passed you to slip into the book kiosk. He quickly ducked under his front counter and reappeared with a short-cut burnt yellow cloak.
"My apologies, sir. I was away on an early lunch, forgot to put up my away sign."
>He bows apologetically, but you can tell he wasn't a Neighmaran native. From your travels you would deduce he was from Canterlot, giving his accent and mannerisms.
"Right, where are my manners. Name's Hoof Note. I specialize in tome and text restoration, as well as custom journal making. I also sell most of what I fix up, so if there's anything you're looking for just ask."
>Expecting more from himself, he takes focus off of you to cross his eyes for a moment before shaking his head and dipping back down behind his counter. Only to emerge again with a pair of fitted and square cut reading glasses now sitting up on the bridge of his muzzle, adjusting them slightly with a dabble of magic before feeling satisfied.
"Ah, there we are..."
>As you voluntarily emerge from your stealth and break off onto your own to go bookshopping, you glance back behind you to notice two Neighmaran Bronze Guard looking at you incredulously from inside their helmets. They take a look at each other, exchanging a few words in Saddle Arabian, shrug their shoulders, and laugh before turning and walking off on some sort of regimented patrol of the area.
>You feel like they might have been laughing at your expense...
>Either way, you walk past a fancy jewelry stall Citrine had stopped at, and a clothing vendor for Nevil and Noah to continue down to the cliff-carved kiosk with books on display.
>As you near, signage comes into view which momentarily falters your efforts: "Tome & Journal Restoration".
>But upon closer inspection, all the books on display had price tags on them so at least you knew you can buy something. Most of them had titles in languages you couldn't understand, and those that were legible had dry scholarly titles to them.
"Greetings stranger!"
>From the alley a vibrant orange unicorn stallion with a jet-black slicked mane quickly trotted up to and passed you to slip into the book kiosk. He quickly ducked under his front counter and reappeared with a short-cut burnt yellow cloak.
"My apologies, sir. I was away on an early lunch, forgot to put up my away sign."
>He bows apologetically, but you can tell he wasn't a Neighmaran native. From your travels you would deduce he was from Canterlot, giving his accent and mannerisms.
"Right, where are my manners. Name's Hoof Note. I specialize in tome and text restoration, as well as custom journal making. I also sell most of what I fix up, so if there's anything you're looking for just ask."
>Expecting more from himself, he takes focus off of you to cross his eyes for a moment before shaking his head and dipping back down behind his counter. Only to emerge again with a pair of fitted and square cut reading glasses now sitting up on the bridge of his muzzle, adjusting them slightly with a dabble of magic before feeling satisfied.
"Ah, there we are..."
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>>306755
>Deciding that looking for the samurai Kenny would be a team effort, you tag along with Jim and stick to the forward stalls where the scents of alluring concessions and delicacies loomed heavier.
>As you both trail down the alley, you notice the stalls starting on the stair-end with lighter peckish snacks like iced coffees and mixed drinks topped with chocolates and snack cakes to more filling fair like platters of grilled vegetable kebabs and pock-marked kiosks with actual marinated meats skewered over open embers. The stall owners purposely fanning the delicious aromas into the alleyways to draw in potential customers.
>The further down you went, the more congested it got to the point where ponies were rubbing up against your leg armor and the end of the stalls opened up to an end-cap of sorts on the rock shelf for this level. A packed crowd of ponies, all with their backs to you and Jim as if all observing a singular entity out of eyeshot.
>Luckily for you both you were at least over a foot taller above the tallest pony, giving you full access to the spectacle of a colorfully armored man of Asian decent balancing a pineapple at the end of an outstretched katana.
>>306765
>Leading the way through stalls, both your naked vision and through your goggles scan clear through the crowded food stalls.
>Although you couldn't translate most of the signs through your tech, it wasn't hard to decipher that the kiosks were putting out refreshing drinks, snacks, and full-blown meals; even trying to coax you over to sample.
>Of course, your main focus is to find the samurai.
>Luckily you don't have to wait long or look far as the end of the alley comes to a crowded mess of onlooking ponies and other sentient being mixed in.
>In the center of the fixed commotion: a man clad in marbled purple and black armor with white decals, black hair tied up in a top knot and a black headband bearing metallic purple symbolism, held out a mirror polished sword straight out in front of him. On the very tip was a steadily balanced pineapple hanging over a wicker basket, with little effort from the man keeping it there. If anything he was more preoccupied by the trio of assorted grilled meat skewers in his free fist, taking a bite from one as the crowd starts to grow restless.
>Chewing and swallowing, he eyeballs the fruit at the end of his sword intensely and he cocks a smirk; and the crowd quiets save for the sounds of sizzling grills, backround music, and ongoers moving on uninterested.
>Still tracking him through your goggles, you catch a glimpse of his sword shoulder raise slightly in anticipation, but his eyes catch your attention the most. For a split second the color of his iris glow a bright golden yellow before he moves his arm faster than your goggle's movement tracker can pick up.
[1d6+10 = 12] <M.Melee:???
[1d6+10 = 11]
[1d6+10 = 14]
[1d6+10 = 15]
[1d6+12 = 14] <M.Reaction Speed:???
[1d6+12 = 13]
[1d6+12 = 17]
[1d6+12 = 18]
>His body barely moved as his sword instantly went from holding the pineapple up to appearing to the right of it, as if it had been cut in half horizontally.
>And as the fruit hung in the air for a brief moment, almost cartoonishly, you witness it break into two at the middle as expected.
>... but also in half vertically, leaves and all, falling into the basket as four perfect quadrants.
>Your brain can't comprehend him making a vertical cut, or when he even had time to make it.
>Bewilderment aside is cut short as the onlooking crowd explodes into a fanfare of cheering and hoof stomps at the performance; the man brandishing his sword upward and gives it a full-bodied flick downward to rid the blade of any residue from the fruit, spins it around into the crook of his left elbow and runs the blade through the fabric on his arm to thoroughly clean it, and smoothly sheaths it into its empty scabbard with an audible click.
>All one-handed while still holding the grilled meats in his left hand.
>Almost expecting a closing encore he smiles at the cheering crowd, he gives everyone in attendance a curt polite bow before breaking out into a wide grin and randomly waving at no ponies in particular as everypony begins to disperse.
>Several merchants come up to him, bowing respectfully as one of them takes the basket with the pineapple away from the middle of the walking path.
>The man bows back to them, shaking his head with a smile on his face and pointing to the concession in his hand.
"No no! Arigatou gozaimasu! Much appreciated!"
>You get it now. He was performing for food. Free, most likely.
>Clever.
>Deciding that looking for the samurai Kenny would be a team effort, you tag along with Jim and stick to the forward stalls where the scents of alluring concessions and delicacies loomed heavier.
>As you both trail down the alley, you notice the stalls starting on the stair-end with lighter peckish snacks like iced coffees and mixed drinks topped with chocolates and snack cakes to more filling fair like platters of grilled vegetable kebabs and pock-marked kiosks with actual marinated meats skewered over open embers. The stall owners purposely fanning the delicious aromas into the alleyways to draw in potential customers.
>The further down you went, the more congested it got to the point where ponies were rubbing up against your leg armor and the end of the stalls opened up to an end-cap of sorts on the rock shelf for this level. A packed crowd of ponies, all with their backs to you and Jim as if all observing a singular entity out of eyeshot.
>Luckily for you both you were at least over a foot taller above the tallest pony, giving you full access to the spectacle of a colorfully armored man of Asian decent balancing a pineapple at the end of an outstretched katana.
>>306765
>Leading the way through stalls, both your naked vision and through your goggles scan clear through the crowded food stalls.
>Although you couldn't translate most of the signs through your tech, it wasn't hard to decipher that the kiosks were putting out refreshing drinks, snacks, and full-blown meals; even trying to coax you over to sample.
>Of course, your main focus is to find the samurai.
>Luckily you don't have to wait long or look far as the end of the alley comes to a crowded mess of onlooking ponies and other sentient being mixed in.
>In the center of the fixed commotion: a man clad in marbled purple and black armor with white decals, black hair tied up in a top knot and a black headband bearing metallic purple symbolism, held out a mirror polished sword straight out in front of him. On the very tip was a steadily balanced pineapple hanging over a wicker basket, with little effort from the man keeping it there. If anything he was more preoccupied by the trio of assorted grilled meat skewers in his free fist, taking a bite from one as the crowd starts to grow restless.
>Chewing and swallowing, he eyeballs the fruit at the end of his sword intensely and he cocks a smirk; and the crowd quiets save for the sounds of sizzling grills, backround music, and ongoers moving on uninterested.
>Still tracking him through your goggles, you catch a glimpse of his sword shoulder raise slightly in anticipation, but his eyes catch your attention the most. For a split second the color of his iris glow a bright golden yellow before he moves his arm faster than your goggle's movement tracker can pick up.
[1d6+10 = 12] <M.Melee:???
[1d6+10 = 11]
[1d6+10 = 14]
[1d6+10 = 15]
[1d6+12 = 14] <M.Reaction Speed:???
[1d6+12 = 13]
[1d6+12 = 17]
[1d6+12 = 18]
>His body barely moved as his sword instantly went from holding the pineapple up to appearing to the right of it, as if it had been cut in half horizontally.
>And as the fruit hung in the air for a brief moment, almost cartoonishly, you witness it break into two at the middle as expected.
>... but also in half vertically, leaves and all, falling into the basket as four perfect quadrants.
>Your brain can't comprehend him making a vertical cut, or when he even had time to make it.
>Bewilderment aside is cut short as the onlooking crowd explodes into a fanfare of cheering and hoof stomps at the performance; the man brandishing his sword upward and gives it a full-bodied flick downward to rid the blade of any residue from the fruit, spins it around into the crook of his left elbow and runs the blade through the fabric on his arm to thoroughly clean it, and smoothly sheaths it into its empty scabbard with an audible click.
>All one-handed while still holding the grilled meats in his left hand.
>Almost expecting a closing encore he smiles at the cheering crowd, he gives everyone in attendance a curt polite bow before breaking out into a wide grin and randomly waving at no ponies in particular as everypony begins to disperse.
>Several merchants come up to him, bowing respectfully as one of them takes the basket with the pineapple away from the middle of the walking path.
>The man bows back to them, shaking his head with a smile on his face and pointing to the concession in his hand.
"No no! Arigatou gozaimasu! Much appreciated!"
>You get it now. He was performing for food. Free, most likely.
>Clever.
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>>307688
>The offworlder slows his pace down as he comes upon the mass of spectators, coming to a stop.
>'Well, I'll be. Subtlety clearly ain't this bloke's business... though it sure is payin' off for 'em."
>Jim zoomed in on the details of the man, particularly his sword.
>'Ah! So it is the bathrobe wearers, then! 'Cept this bloke ain't wearin' one. Fancy gear, though.'
>Jim's finger twitched despite himself as the telltale twitch of a muscle signaled a strike...
>And oh, what a strike it was.
>For a moment, it appeared to ignore the laws of physics before it fell apart in half...two different ways.
>Jim raised a hand to his goggles, resetting the device, though he knew damn sure that they worked perfectly fine.
>Jim leans towards his compatriot who followed him, Joel.
"Fuck me, couldn't even see when he'd have time for that second cut. Mate's got a few tricks up his sleeves, ya reckon?"
>Either it was extensive bio-modification, a cyber implant, or perhaps magic.
>In any case, he certainly wasn't one to mess with.
>But Jim wasn't there to scout talent, and began making his way to the strange swordsman.
>Though, moving through a tide of half-pint horses was a bit of a challenge, considering the amount that was there.
"'Scuse me, sheila- Love the mane!"
>Jim apologized to the Saddle Arabian mare he nearly bumped into, only to almost run into another.
"Sorry mate. Noice shemagh!"
>And eventually, Jim made his way to the expert bladesman, looking him up and down once more before shifting his goggles above his eyes.
>A friendly smile surged to life on Jim's face as he thrust a hand towards Kenny.
"Afternoon, Kenny! Full business name's Offworlder Jim, but ye can just call me Jim fer short. Me n' me associate here'r from Razorback out in the Everfree."
>The offworlder chuckles a bit as he shakes the other man's hand.
"I'd say you were a hard bloke t'find, but ye stick out like a chemplant inna harvest world."
>Taking back his hand, Jim rests it on his rig.
"Now, if I were yer boss mate, I'd chew ya out for leavin' yer comms behind...but from what I can see, ye can sort out any drongo that staggers yer way."
>Polite bullshit out of the way, Jim made to continue on but the proximity to the other man's kabobs had the scent wafting over to his nose.
>After having a light lunch because they were going to translocate, walking through the food market was absolute torture.
>He'd have to stop by on the way back and grab some for himself.
"Anyway, I was told to find ye and bring ye back. Boss mate's gettin' all of us ready n' mustered fer the expedition out into wherever the money's blowin'. Though, I am curious. How in the hell'd ye move so fast? Me goggles didn't have a chance'a trackin' ye."
>Jim's stomach tugged at him, forcing him to smile sheepishly.
"And, uh, where'd ye find those kabobs? I'm gonna have t'get some of them to 'fress on. Though I've not got those fancy skills to, ah, pay with entertainment."
>A man was only as strong as what grub he had, and that looked like some powerfully good chow.
>The offworlder slows his pace down as he comes upon the mass of spectators, coming to a stop.
>'Well, I'll be. Subtlety clearly ain't this bloke's business... though it sure is payin' off for 'em."
>Jim zoomed in on the details of the man, particularly his sword.
>'Ah! So it is the bathrobe wearers, then! 'Cept this bloke ain't wearin' one. Fancy gear, though.'
>Jim's finger twitched despite himself as the telltale twitch of a muscle signaled a strike...
>And oh, what a strike it was.
>For a moment, it appeared to ignore the laws of physics before it fell apart in half...two different ways.
>Jim raised a hand to his goggles, resetting the device, though he knew damn sure that they worked perfectly fine.
>Jim leans towards his compatriot who followed him, Joel.
"Fuck me, couldn't even see when he'd have time for that second cut. Mate's got a few tricks up his sleeves, ya reckon?"
>Either it was extensive bio-modification, a cyber implant, or perhaps magic.
>In any case, he certainly wasn't one to mess with.
>But Jim wasn't there to scout talent, and began making his way to the strange swordsman.
>Though, moving through a tide of half-pint horses was a bit of a challenge, considering the amount that was there.
"'Scuse me, sheila- Love the mane!"
>Jim apologized to the Saddle Arabian mare he nearly bumped into, only to almost run into another.
"Sorry mate. Noice shemagh!"
>And eventually, Jim made his way to the expert bladesman, looking him up and down once more before shifting his goggles above his eyes.
>A friendly smile surged to life on Jim's face as he thrust a hand towards Kenny.
"Afternoon, Kenny! Full business name's Offworlder Jim, but ye can just call me Jim fer short. Me n' me associate here'r from Razorback out in the Everfree."
>The offworlder chuckles a bit as he shakes the other man's hand.
"I'd say you were a hard bloke t'find, but ye stick out like a chemplant inna harvest world."
>Taking back his hand, Jim rests it on his rig.
"Now, if I were yer boss mate, I'd chew ya out for leavin' yer comms behind...but from what I can see, ye can sort out any drongo that staggers yer way."
>Polite bullshit out of the way, Jim made to continue on but the proximity to the other man's kabobs had the scent wafting over to his nose.
>After having a light lunch because they were going to translocate, walking through the food market was absolute torture.
>He'd have to stop by on the way back and grab some for himself.
"Anyway, I was told to find ye and bring ye back. Boss mate's gettin' all of us ready n' mustered fer the expedition out into wherever the money's blowin'. Though, I am curious. How in the hell'd ye move so fast? Me goggles didn't have a chance'a trackin' ye."
>Jim's stomach tugged at him, forcing him to smile sheepishly.
"And, uh, where'd ye find those kabobs? I'm gonna have t'get some of them to 'fress on. Though I've not got those fancy skills to, ah, pay with entertainment."
>A man was only as strong as what grub he had, and that looked like some powerfully good chow.
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>>306512
"Right then! Take it out of my saddlebags whenever you need it, BUT tell me before you do it or else I'd buck you. Got a lot of bad experiences on my travels."
>Citrine told Nevil, some hints of past memories flashing behind his eyes.
>>306765
"Eh? Sure sure I will call if I need more money than I have on me, not like I will, I will be all fiiiiiiine~"
>Said Blaze, with perhaps too much confidence in himself.
>>307686
>Initially drawn in by his keen eye for quality gems which led him to the two stalls, the Crystal Stallion was now more interested in watching the wizened Saddle Arabian work his craft.
>Though he did glaze down to the products on the kiosk before him.
>He could -possibly- swipe something as a Full Hoof Discount however he did not want to cause any trouble nor did he believe the train would be ready for him. In fact the train might not even leave if he does do anything foalish.
>Citrine side eyed the other stall, its kiosk and sign, the pretty mare and the hooded Unicorn she was dealing with.
>Something in the back of his mind was trying to click at the sight of that green hoof, but surely he would recognise the voice of the whiny Unicorn first?
>"Mmmm, could be my imagination..."
>Could be.
>Snapped back to where he was and what he wanted at the sound of scuffling hoof steps, Blaze met the eyes of the old stallion and gave him a bow in return.
>And chuckled at his joke.
"Ha, I get it."
>He's funny.
"Thank you Ol' Ruby I think I will."
>Thanked Citrine as he sipped at the tumbler as Ruby talked on, and finished when he offered to bling out his hat.
"My hat? Oh how kind! I think they will look splendid, you can do that before we can get down to why I came here."
>With that deal seemingly sealed Blaze took off his hat and placed it onto the kiosk.
"If it this costs less than four thousand Bits than start right away, I will be back to you in a second!"
>The Crystal pony said as he gave an apologetic and sincere bow of his head as he turned fully to the neighbouring Stall.
>Citrine Blaze was a stallion of action, he played hard and worked harder, he knew what he wanted and he took it.
>A real wild card.
>A real stallion, a Stallions' Stallion.
>Some would say he was a slave to his curiosity or had small attention span but only his worst enemies would say such slanderous lies of him!
>So when he approached the disgruntled draped Unicorn from behind, it was not because he had the mind of a colt, it was because he had to know if this was a friend or foe!
>Breaching somepony' else's personal space and privacy be damned!
>He crept as close as he could to them like a cat, low to the ground, then-
[1d6 = 2] >U.Stealth
>POUNCED! Aiming for their cloak with teeth and hooves he wanted to throw it off of them to see who this potential enemy was to him!
[1d6 = 6] >E.Assault (ripping the cloak off the Unicorn)
[1d6 = 1]
[1d6 = 3]
[1d6 = 4] >E.Perception
[1d6 = 1]
[1d6 = 3]
"Right then! Take it out of my saddlebags whenever you need it, BUT tell me before you do it or else I'd buck you. Got a lot of bad experiences on my travels."
>Citrine told Nevil, some hints of past memories flashing behind his eyes.
>>306765
"Eh? Sure sure I will call if I need more money than I have on me, not like I will, I will be all fiiiiiiine~"
>Said Blaze, with perhaps too much confidence in himself.
>>307686
>Initially drawn in by his keen eye for quality gems which led him to the two stalls, the Crystal Stallion was now more interested in watching the wizened Saddle Arabian work his craft.
>Though he did glaze down to the products on the kiosk before him.
>He could -possibly- swipe something as a Full Hoof Discount however he did not want to cause any trouble nor did he believe the train would be ready for him. In fact the train might not even leave if he does do anything foalish.
>Citrine side eyed the other stall, its kiosk and sign, the pretty mare and the hooded Unicorn she was dealing with.
>Something in the back of his mind was trying to click at the sight of that green hoof, but surely he would recognise the voice of the whiny Unicorn first?
>"Mmmm, could be my imagination..."
>Could be.
>Snapped back to where he was and what he wanted at the sound of scuffling hoof steps, Blaze met the eyes of the old stallion and gave him a bow in return.
>And chuckled at his joke.
"Ha, I get it."
>He's funny.
"Thank you Ol' Ruby I think I will."
>Thanked Citrine as he sipped at the tumbler as Ruby talked on, and finished when he offered to bling out his hat.
"My hat? Oh how kind! I think they will look splendid, you can do that before we can get down to why I came here."
>With that deal seemingly sealed Blaze took off his hat and placed it onto the kiosk.
"If it this costs less than four thousand Bits than start right away, I will be back to you in a second!"
>The Crystal pony said as he gave an apologetic and sincere bow of his head as he turned fully to the neighbouring Stall.
>Citrine Blaze was a stallion of action, he played hard and worked harder, he knew what he wanted and he took it.
>A real wild card.
>A real stallion, a Stallions' Stallion.
>Some would say he was a slave to his curiosity or had small attention span but only his worst enemies would say such slanderous lies of him!
>So when he approached the disgruntled draped Unicorn from behind, it was not because he had the mind of a colt, it was because he had to know if this was a friend or foe!
>Breaching somepony' else's personal space and privacy be damned!
>He crept as close as he could to them like a cat, low to the ground, then-
[1d6 = 2] >U.Stealth
>POUNCED! Aiming for their cloak with teeth and hooves he wanted to throw it off of them to see who this potential enemy was to him!
[1d6 = 6] >E.Assault (ripping the cloak off the Unicorn)
[1d6 = 1]
[1d6 = 3]
[1d6 = 4] >E.Perception
[1d6 = 1]
[1d6 = 3]
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There's a 4chan Friendlies tournament currently underway, /pol/ and /mlp/ are doing well.
https://implyingrigged.info/wiki/2021_4chan_Spring_Friendlies
>The 2021 4chan Spring Friendlies will be played through the dates of April 30th May 1-2, 7-9, 14-16, 21-23 and will be played on PES 21. The friendlies season is extended by a weekend due to the absence of the spring cup.
The link to the games is here if anyponer is interested in watching.
https://cytu.be/r/the4chancup
Giddy up!
https://implyingrigged.info/wiki/2021_4chan_Spring_Friendlies
>The 2021 4chan Spring Friendlies will be played through the dates of April 30th May 1-2, 7-9, 14-16, 21-23 and will be played on PES 21. The friendlies season is extended by a weekend due to the absence of the spring cup.
The link to the games is here if anyponer is interested in watching.
https://cytu.be/r/the4chancup
Giddy up!
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remove animefags
remove furfags
remove tranny sjw
revive the 2011 early fedora brony fandom
remove furfags
remove tranny sjw
revive the 2011 early fedora brony fandom
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>>308104
>>308104
Atheist?
I just remember this pizza face geek with a suit and tie lifting his fedora saying "My Lady" and thought it was some dork thinking the only way to pick up a lady was to be a gentleman or some shit. But Atheism? I didn't know that.
Though since the mafia used to wear them, I guess you do have to be Godless to wack a guy.
>>308104
Atheist?
I just remember this pizza face geek with a suit and tie lifting his fedora saying "My Lady" and thought it was some dork thinking the only way to pick up a lady was to be a gentleman or some shit. But Atheism? I didn't know that.
Though since the mafia used to wear them, I guess you do have to be Godless to wack a guy.
>>308106
Oh yeah it's very steeped in irony and self loathing, and atheism yes. I guess you're lucky not to have known about it all this time.
Oh yeah it's very steeped in irony and self loathing, and atheism yes. I guess you're lucky not to have known about it all this time.
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>>308105
I've never quite understood the weeb phenomenon. There are some Jap series that I liked but was more content to stick with Western artwork as a whole. That being said the general art style is appealing when properly appropriated, as in much so.
I've never quite understood the weeb phenomenon. There are some Jap series that I liked but was more content to stick with Western artwork as a whole. That being said the general art style is appealing when properly appropriated, as in much so.
>>308113
I never understood it myself. I know my own sister was far more into everything Japan that ever I were, especially on the Anime, Manga front. I never quite cared for it, it wasn't till she move the fuck out of the house, that I started to explore anime(Eastern Animation) a bit more then got pissed off because everything seemed repeitive and tropy. Though there are those that tries to surround themselves with it on levels of a serious mental disorder. The true weebs.
But I suppose that is as OP was saying, Animefags (weebo), Furfags, tranny/sjw, all of that shit, all of it, one may say "Who gives a shit about what another person likes" and I would agree except that these people make it there lives with every breath to try and make it YOUR life and really, who wants all that shit.
I might be a Christian but I still hate them bible thumping door to door religious salesmen. Because I have my religion, I don't need someone elses or someone else to tell me how to worship. In context, why would anyone of any fandom wish someone else to tell them How they should like or be fans of the things they enjoy?
Secondly, you have anime, furfags, and tranny shit, it no longer is JUST a fandom for ponies. Anime isn't ponies, furry isn't ponies, tranny isn't ponies. You can draw ponies in many artistic styles which I suppose a more anime or chibi style is something, same with anthro (how they define it). But Tranny has everything to do with politics and mental disorders and nothing to do with Art.
I never understood it myself. I know my own sister was far more into everything Japan that ever I were, especially on the Anime, Manga front. I never quite cared for it, it wasn't till she move the fuck out of the house, that I started to explore anime(Eastern Animation) a bit more then got pissed off because everything seemed repeitive and tropy. Though there are those that tries to surround themselves with it on levels of a serious mental disorder. The true weebs.
But I suppose that is as OP was saying, Animefags (weebo), Furfags, tranny/sjw, all of that shit, all of it, one may say "Who gives a shit about what another person likes" and I would agree except that these people make it there lives with every breath to try and make it YOUR life and really, who wants all that shit.
I might be a Christian but I still hate them bible thumping door to door religious salesmen. Because I have my religion, I don't need someone elses or someone else to tell me how to worship. In context, why would anyone of any fandom wish someone else to tell them How they should like or be fans of the things they enjoy?
Secondly, you have anime, furfags, and tranny shit, it no longer is JUST a fandom for ponies. Anime isn't ponies, furry isn't ponies, tranny isn't ponies. You can draw ponies in many artistic styles which I suppose a more anime or chibi style is something, same with anthro (how they define it). But Tranny has everything to do with politics and mental disorders and nothing to do with Art.
Anonymous
No.308115
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>>308114
>But Tranny has everything to do with politics and mental disorders and nothing to do with Art.
Agreed, their lives seem to be on the level of propaganda personified, the poor bastards. Though, if done right androgyny can have the potential to be a statement itself. It's been a long time since I've listened to Bowie but Blackstar was really good IIRC, the guy was a bit of a loon but he must have known about something within the realm of creativity. The hormones people are getting pumped with nowadays is pretty sickening, though.
I will say the fandom's looking fine from where I'm standing. Because I'm on /mlpol/, I'm rather ignorant of the furfaggotry. Long as they don't come around I suppose we can get along well enough separately.
>But Tranny has everything to do with politics and mental disorders and nothing to do with Art.
Agreed, their lives seem to be on the level of propaganda personified, the poor bastards. Though, if done right androgyny can have the potential to be a statement itself. It's been a long time since I've listened to Bowie but Blackstar was really good IIRC, the guy was a bit of a loon but he must have known about something within the realm of creativity. The hormones people are getting pumped with nowadays is pretty sickening, though.
I will say the fandom's looking fine from where I'm standing. Because I'm on /mlpol/, I'm rather ignorant of the furfaggotry. Long as they don't come around I suppose we can get along well enough separately.
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Anonymous
No.308066
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Under the guise of coronavirus restrictions, Christian Churches are under attack by the Canadian government.
>Calgary Church hero Artur Pawlowski arrested by Canadian SWAT Team in the middle of busy highway…
https://citizenfreepress.com/breaking/calgary-church-hero-artur-pawlowski-arrested-by-canadian-swat-team-in-the-middle-of-busy-highway/
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P4hWp6SuBng
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hq-cHqBAjZk
>Calgary Church hero Artur Pawlowski arrested by Canadian SWAT Team in the middle of busy highway…
https://citizenfreepress.com/breaking/calgary-church-hero-artur-pawlowski-arrested-by-canadian-swat-team-in-the-middle-of-busy-highway/
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P4hWp6SuBng
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hq-cHqBAjZk
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>>308026
>pressure vaccine skeptics into receiving COVID-19 inoculations.
That is not the objective of this propaganda. The purpose of this is to increase hostility against vaccine skeptics. The doctors are the authority in this, if its ok for them to berate vaccine skeptics, then its ok for you. It also doesn't mean you're an idiot since doctors did it. They have a code of ethics this apparently allows.
The audience is expected to laugh at harassment from doctors to patients. thats the joke here. nothing deeper than that.
>pressure vaccine skeptics into receiving COVID-19 inoculations.
That is not the objective of this propaganda. The purpose of this is to increase hostility against vaccine skeptics. The doctors are the authority in this, if its ok for them to berate vaccine skeptics, then its ok for you. It also doesn't mean you're an idiot since doctors did it. They have a code of ethics this apparently allows.
The audience is expected to laugh at harassment from doctors to patients. thats the joke here. nothing deeper than that.
>>308072
>>pressure vaccine skeptics into receiving COVID-19 inoculations.
>That is not the objective of this propaganda. The purpose of this is to increase hostility against vaccine skeptics.
I'm failing to see the difference here. Why wouldn't they want it to be doing both?
>>pressure vaccine skeptics into receiving COVID-19 inoculations.
>That is not the objective of this propaganda. The purpose of this is to increase hostility against vaccine skeptics.
I'm failing to see the difference here. Why wouldn't they want it to be doing both?
Anonymous
No.308086
>>308074
Both outcomes could happen but "monkey see monkey do" seems to be the goal of that "comedy" skit. Normalizing abuse of the unvaccinated and depicting experts doing it to encourage it.
Both outcomes could happen but "monkey see monkey do" seems to be the goal of that "comedy" skit. Normalizing abuse of the unvaccinated and depicting experts doing it to encourage it.
Anonymous
No.308095
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Anonymous
No.308111
>Norwegian-Danish study of rare side effects in connection with AstraZeneca vaccination published
>Published 06.05.2021
>Following the initial reports of rare side effects after vaccination with the AstraZeneca vaccine (Vaxevria), a registry study was initiated quickly. The study includes over 281,000 people who have received this vaccine in Norway and Denmark. It is the first study to systematically investigate the occurrence of side effects in the cardiovascular system after vaccination.
>Side effects in first 28 days after vaccination studied with data from health registries
>All hospital visits were mapped for 281,264 people aged between 18 and 65 years who had been vaccinated with the AstraZeneca vaccine. For each diagnosis, the number of observed cases among those vaccinated was compared with the number expected in the general population.
>The results show that there were increased rates of venous blood clots in the brain (cerebral venous thrombosis) in the first 28 days after vaccination. The researchers found that one additional case occurred for every 40,000 vaccinated. The risk of venous thrombosis (blood clots) in general was also increased by about one additional case for every 9,000 vaccinated. There was no increase in blood clots in the arteries or in the incidence of heart attacks or strokes. The incidence of haemorrhages and low platelet counts was also slightly increased. Although the risk of side effects is increased, the number of events found in the registries is low. The risk for each individual person who has been vaccinated is therefore still considered to be low.
>Background
>On 11 March 2021, the Norwegian Institute of Public Health decided to temporarily pause vaccination with the AstraZeneca vaccine in Norway. The decision was made after reports of severe cases internationally, and a death in Denmark following vaccination. During the pause, there were also reports of similar cases and four deaths in Norway.
>Cerebral venous thrombosis is a prominent feature of the new syndrome, known as 'Vaccine-induced Immune Thrombotic Thrombocytopenia' (VITT). This syndrome includes other severe side effects, such as large blood clots in veins from the gastrointestinal tract, liver and spleen.
>In this study, both thrombosis (blood clots) and thrombocytopenia (low platelet count) were diagnoses that were more frequently found among vaccinated people, but this study has not studied VITT directly.
>Following an overall assessment, the Norwegian Institute of Public Health has recommended not to use the AstraZeneca vaccine in the Norwegian Coronavirus Immunisation Programme. The Government will make the final decision on further use. Coronavirus vaccination has continued since March 11 using COVID-19 vaccines from BioNTech / Pfizer and Moderna.
https://archive.is/sZ5iP
>Norwegian Institute of Public Health's recommendation about AstraZeneca vaccine
>Published 15.04.2021
>The Norwegian Institute of Public Health has recommended stopping further use of the AstraZeneca vaccine (Vaxzevria) in the Coronavirus Immunisation Programme in Norway.
>Since use of the AstraZeneca vaccine was put on hold on 11th March, the Norwegian Institute of Public Health has considered further use of the AstraZeneca vaccine in Norway, together with other experts.
>"We now know significantly more about the association between the AstraZeneca vaccine and the rare but severe incidents with low platelet counts, blood clots and haemorrhages, than when Norway decided to pause use of the AstraZeneca-vaccine in March," says Geir Bukholm, Director of the Division of Infection Control and Environmental Health at the Norwegian Institute of Public Health.
>"Based on this knowledge, we come with a recommendation to remove the AstraZeneca vaccine from the Coronavirus Immunisation Programme in Norway," says Bukholm.
>Higher risk associated with AstraZeneca vaccine than from COVID-19 disease in Norway
>Having come a long way in vaccinating the oldest citizens, Norway has reduced the risk of death for many of those most at risk. Since most of the elderly have either been vaccinated, or soon will be, this means that continued use of the vaccine would mainly be among the under-65 years age group if we were to use this vaccine in Norway.
>Calculations have been performed based on Norwegian data where the risk of dying from COVID-19 disease among the different age groups is compared with the risk of dying from the severe, but rare, condition with severe blood clots observed after AstraZeneca vaccination.
>"Since there are few people who die from COVID-19 in Norway, the risk of dying after vaccination with the AstraZeneca vaccine would be higher than the risk of dying from the disease, particularly for younger people," says Bukholm.
>In addition, there is reason to assume that there is scepticism about using the AstraZeneca vaccine in Norway, and it is uncertain how many people would have accepted an offer of this vaccine now.
https://archive.is/7fRMP
>Published 06.05.2021
>Following the initial reports of rare side effects after vaccination with the AstraZeneca vaccine (Vaxevria), a registry study was initiated quickly. The study includes over 281,000 people who have received this vaccine in Norway and Denmark. It is the first study to systematically investigate the occurrence of side effects in the cardiovascular system after vaccination.
>Side effects in first 28 days after vaccination studied with data from health registries
>All hospital visits were mapped for 281,264 people aged between 18 and 65 years who had been vaccinated with the AstraZeneca vaccine. For each diagnosis, the number of observed cases among those vaccinated was compared with the number expected in the general population.
>The results show that there were increased rates of venous blood clots in the brain (cerebral venous thrombosis) in the first 28 days after vaccination. The researchers found that one additional case occurred for every 40,000 vaccinated. The risk of venous thrombosis (blood clots) in general was also increased by about one additional case for every 9,000 vaccinated. There was no increase in blood clots in the arteries or in the incidence of heart attacks or strokes. The incidence of haemorrhages and low platelet counts was also slightly increased. Although the risk of side effects is increased, the number of events found in the registries is low. The risk for each individual person who has been vaccinated is therefore still considered to be low.
>Background
>On 11 March 2021, the Norwegian Institute of Public Health decided to temporarily pause vaccination with the AstraZeneca vaccine in Norway. The decision was made after reports of severe cases internationally, and a death in Denmark following vaccination. During the pause, there were also reports of similar cases and four deaths in Norway.
>Cerebral venous thrombosis is a prominent feature of the new syndrome, known as 'Vaccine-induced Immune Thrombotic Thrombocytopenia' (VITT). This syndrome includes other severe side effects, such as large blood clots in veins from the gastrointestinal tract, liver and spleen.
>In this study, both thrombosis (blood clots) and thrombocytopenia (low platelet count) were diagnoses that were more frequently found among vaccinated people, but this study has not studied VITT directly.
>Following an overall assessment, the Norwegian Institute of Public Health has recommended not to use the AstraZeneca vaccine in the Norwegian Coronavirus Immunisation Programme. The Government will make the final decision on further use. Coronavirus vaccination has continued since March 11 using COVID-19 vaccines from BioNTech / Pfizer and Moderna.
https://archive.is/sZ5iP
>Norwegian Institute of Public Health's recommendation about AstraZeneca vaccine
>Published 15.04.2021
>The Norwegian Institute of Public Health has recommended stopping further use of the AstraZeneca vaccine (Vaxzevria) in the Coronavirus Immunisation Programme in Norway.
>Since use of the AstraZeneca vaccine was put on hold on 11th March, the Norwegian Institute of Public Health has considered further use of the AstraZeneca vaccine in Norway, together with other experts.
>"We now know significantly more about the association between the AstraZeneca vaccine and the rare but severe incidents with low platelet counts, blood clots and haemorrhages, than when Norway decided to pause use of the AstraZeneca-vaccine in March," says Geir Bukholm, Director of the Division of Infection Control and Environmental Health at the Norwegian Institute of Public Health.
>"Based on this knowledge, we come with a recommendation to remove the AstraZeneca vaccine from the Coronavirus Immunisation Programme in Norway," says Bukholm.
>Higher risk associated with AstraZeneca vaccine than from COVID-19 disease in Norway
>Having come a long way in vaccinating the oldest citizens, Norway has reduced the risk of death for many of those most at risk. Since most of the elderly have either been vaccinated, or soon will be, this means that continued use of the vaccine would mainly be among the under-65 years age group if we were to use this vaccine in Norway.
>Calculations have been performed based on Norwegian data where the risk of dying from COVID-19 disease among the different age groups is compared with the risk of dying from the severe, but rare, condition with severe blood clots observed after AstraZeneca vaccination.
>"Since there are few people who die from COVID-19 in Norway, the risk of dying after vaccination with the AstraZeneca vaccine would be higher than the risk of dying from the disease, particularly for younger people," says Bukholm.
>In addition, there is reason to assume that there is scepticism about using the AstraZeneca vaccine in Norway, and it is uncertain how many people would have accepted an offer of this vaccine now.
https://archive.is/7fRMP
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Don't mind me, last thread hit bump limit so I figured I'd keep it open for future /mlpol/ content contribution.
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Now THIS guy over here is a real man, unlike all of you, broke pathetic faggots. Unlike you, he's got balls to work hard and afford the luxuries of life. This is the guy who gets bitches to suck him off daily. While you all are working your ass off for your minimum wage and shit, not having a spare dollar in your pocket, this go-getter over here is living to his fullest! What a damn success this guy is! what a damn success it is to find a guy to get payment from by drawing... REAL GOOD ART!
Is this what artistic integrity costs me to buy food? I now understand that fucker smudge proof. I now see the world through his eyes. Dman straight, we live in a society.
Is this what artistic integrity costs me to buy food? I now understand that fucker smudge proof. I now see the world through his eyes. Dman straight, we live in a society.
I am just joking around with this whole concept, starting with a fake money request with leslie. I am not a struggling artist on a venting spree and this is definitely not to be treated seriously. I hope you're all having as much fun as I am out of this and I hope that doesn't come off as annoying. If it does, I'll stop.
I know that I can get this commission done but I want it to be better. Anything for my dear valued customer. Do you have any ideas of what to add to Zacknel's fancy little request, /mlpol/?
I know that I can get this commission done but I want it to be better. Anything for my dear valued customer. Do you have any ideas of what to add to Zacknel's fancy little request, /mlpol/?
Feel free to suggest anything to improve this fine piece of art. It'll take days before I finish it because I actually care to deliver a very good art.
>>308097
For more than a year I have been thinking about seeking out an artist to make a visual novel with (I want to write one but I can't draw). However, my writing skill is still not on a satisfactory level.
I wrote a 1k short-story a week or two ago, the idea of having someone draw it into a comic does appeal to me.
However, I haven't done this sort of anonymous online transaction before and would have to figure out how to do that in a proper way before I would ever make such a request. I also don't really have the time to be thinking about this right now.
So I guess, I'm really offering nothing here more than that I wanted to say that I think your art would be sufficent for something like that and that you're good at drawing.
For more than a year I have been thinking about seeking out an artist to make a visual novel with (I want to write one but I can't draw). However, my writing skill is still not on a satisfactory level.
I wrote a 1k short-story a week or two ago, the idea of having someone draw it into a comic does appeal to me.
However, I haven't done this sort of anonymous online transaction before and would have to figure out how to do that in a proper way before I would ever make such a request. I also don't really have the time to be thinking about this right now.
So I guess, I'm really offering nothing here more than that I wanted to say that I think your art would be sufficent for something like that and that you're good at drawing.
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Looks decent enough I think. I need more references and pose adjustmentsto make this seem legit.
>>308098
>my writing skill is still not on a satisfactory level.
It will never be. It's called "self criticism" and it's one pain in the ass to get in check before you end up hating yourself and everything you make. Don't push yourself too hard with it. Every time you make something, just be proud that you made it to the end.
>I think your art would be sufficent for something like that and that you're good at drawing.
Thanks, though there is always some room for improveent. I am merely a copy cat with zero knowledge about anatomy and scenery. All I can do is adjust the lines to look appealing and match someone else's style.
>my writing skill is still not on a satisfactory level.
It will never be. It's called "self criticism" and it's one pain in the ass to get in check before you end up hating yourself and everything you make. Don't push yourself too hard with it. Every time you make something, just be proud that you made it to the end.
>I think your art would be sufficent for something like that and that you're good at drawing.
Thanks, though there is always some room for improveent. I am merely a copy cat with zero knowledge about anatomy and scenery. All I can do is adjust the lines to look appealing and match someone else's style.
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Welcome. This thread is for you Anons who wishes to improve your writing or just chill among Anons that do.
This is suppose to be a chill af thread. It's fine if it becomes a slider thread. I'll only make a new one of these if there is intrest.
>What is the need for this thread when we already have Glimglam's review thread and Anonfilly?
Compared to Glimglam's thread this thread is about what we Anons will or want to create. The only reviewing that might happened here is incidental, as in providing critic to some other work through comparison with the work at hand, and when one Anon tells another what his opinions of their work is.
This thread is first and foremost about producing stories.
This cannot be done in the Anonfilly thread since it is about Anonfilly first and foremost.
>Why a thread like this? Cannot we just have threads pop up organically because an Anon chose to post a green?
Yes, you are right. And this thread is absolutely not against other threads that circle around a singular story made by an Anon.
What this thread really is, is a form of support group for anyone wanting to write but are struggling with something in their writing process, like myself.
I thought it would be a good idea to talk to other Anons who also have similar goals about our stories and are struggling in creating them. Maybe, you struggle on something I don't and maybe I struggle on something you don't and therefore we can provide advice to each other on how to overcome our problems? Maybe some mysterious wise Anonsage lurks and our discussion prompts him to tell us his method he gained from meditating on top of K2 for five years without chicken tendies.
As stated before this is relaxed thread. If you like the thread, you don't have to pressure yourself into posting something to bump it. If anyone would like a continuation of it, I'll post a new one if it hits the archive. It's also okay to get off topic sometimes as well. I understand that conversations can lead to tangents and that it can be a relief finding someone else to talk to about things with, especially if few shares the perspective. If things get out of hand, I, or someone else, will ask you to kindly take this discussion to another thread or more fitting board, even perhaps. As an actual sugguestion, not a hidden insult. You and another Anon might discover something really intresting to talk about so why not create a thread about it?
Memetexts are, of course, welcomed.
Also, you don't have to share your problems if you don't want to. If you feel like telling us about your story that's enough. Story ideas can be really intresting to listen to and it might help you in return. Again, only do that if you want to.
So that's about it for the thread's header. The rest that follows is about me.
Right now, I thought about making the most simplest story I could think off. It's a simple hero's journey story. I do this because of two reasons. First off, I wanna know that I can start a project and see it to the end. I have only succeeded in finishing short stories before, you see, so this time I wanna try something longer. I also wanna keep it simple so that I don't get overwhelmed during the process of writing it.
This is suppose to be a chill af thread. It's fine if it becomes a slider thread. I'll only make a new one of these if there is intrest.
>What is the need for this thread when we already have Glimglam's review thread and Anonfilly?
Compared to Glimglam's thread this thread is about what we Anons will or want to create. The only reviewing that might happened here is incidental, as in providing critic to some other work through comparison with the work at hand, and when one Anon tells another what his opinions of their work is.
This thread is first and foremost about producing stories.
This cannot be done in the Anonfilly thread since it is about Anonfilly first and foremost.
>Why a thread like this? Cannot we just have threads pop up organically because an Anon chose to post a green?
Yes, you are right. And this thread is absolutely not against other threads that circle around a singular story made by an Anon.
What this thread really is, is a form of support group for anyone wanting to write but are struggling with something in their writing process, like myself.
I thought it would be a good idea to talk to other Anons who also have similar goals about our stories and are struggling in creating them. Maybe, you struggle on something I don't and maybe I struggle on something you don't and therefore we can provide advice to each other on how to overcome our problems? Maybe some mysterious wise Anonsage lurks and our discussion prompts him to tell us his method he gained from meditating on top of K2 for five years without chicken tendies.
As stated before this is relaxed thread. If you like the thread, you don't have to pressure yourself into posting something to bump it. If anyone would like a continuation of it, I'll post a new one if it hits the archive. It's also okay to get off topic sometimes as well. I understand that conversations can lead to tangents and that it can be a relief finding someone else to talk to about things with, especially if few shares the perspective. If things get out of hand, I, or someone else, will ask you to kindly take this discussion to another thread or more fitting board, even perhaps. As an actual sugguestion, not a hidden insult. You and another Anon might discover something really intresting to talk about so why not create a thread about it?
Memetexts are, of course, welcomed.
Also, you don't have to share your problems if you don't want to. If you feel like telling us about your story that's enough. Story ideas can be really intresting to listen to and it might help you in return. Again, only do that if you want to.
So that's about it for the thread's header. The rest that follows is about me.
Right now, I thought about making the most simplest story I could think off. It's a simple hero's journey story. I do this because of two reasons. First off, I wanna know that I can start a project and see it to the end. I have only succeeded in finishing short stories before, you see, so this time I wanna try something longer. I also wanna keep it simple so that I don't get overwhelmed during the process of writing it.
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Can't decjde which social issues to do first in my story.
Maybe the level of politics in the world should escalate over time? I had this idea where at first the hero is a faggot who wanks to anime every night and thinks being a cool above-it-all smart rebel means staying quiet and never voting and letting politicians get away with everything because "hurr durr they're all bad so who cares" but over time his understanding of the world.and desire for liberty grows as he becomes less of a faggot.
Maybe the level of politics in the world should escalate over time? I had this idea where at first the hero is a faggot who wanks to anime every night and thinks being a cool above-it-all smart rebel means staying quiet and never voting and letting politicians get away with everything because "hurr durr they're all bad so who cares" but over time his understanding of the world.and desire for liberty grows as he becomes less of a faggot.
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>>305480
I did the thing, but I don't think my answers are right. Does the test lower your moral score if you say things like "Religion influences my morality" and "Communes are shit" and "Other cultures are inferior"?
I did the thing, but I don't think my answers are right. Does the test lower your moral score if you say things like "Religion influences my morality" and "Communes are shit" and "Other cultures are inferior"?
>>307723
Don't take this test too seriously, there are a lot of better ones if you want something accurate. I suggested 12wackies because it gives "off-compass" answers.
Don't take this test too seriously, there are a lot of better ones if you want something accurate. I suggested 12wackies because it gives "off-compass" answers.
>>307731
I don't take it seriously, I think it was funny. One question asked if I think my country should be anonymous to the world! What kind of wokeandan clown thinks a country can remain anonymous? Sure, maybe if you hid a sufficiently large and sufficiently populated bunker sufficiently well in a sufficiently rarely-visited area you could call the interior of that bunker a "nation". But aside from that, I just don't see how it could be possible. And the words used to describe these ideologies... I've never heard of "Urbanism" or "Destructionism" or "Ochlocracy" (turns out it means mob rule) before.
I don't see how any of this strangeness could make for an interesting fictional faction of baddies.
I've been thinking of an evil fictional terrorist group sort of like Team Aqua/Magma from Pokemon but for energy, eco-nuts who (on the surface) insist the world should be harmed less but are really violent thugs smashing shit for fun and self-interested thieves trying to sabotage the nation's industrial capability and waste govt money on useless shit because they're funded by an evil foreign nation that exists to be the baddies. That should help confused viewers figure out they're evil, right? Especially if there's a scene where the hero says "There must be a better way to settle your grievances with the big businesses and find a balance between the needs of the people and the needs of their world!" to the evil leader of the evil organization who says "Mwahaha, you thought this was actually about energy? Who do you think's paying me to blow up those mines and solar farms? Eviltopia, of course!"
I don't take it seriously, I think it was funny. One question asked if I think my country should be anonymous to the world! What kind of wokeandan clown thinks a country can remain anonymous? Sure, maybe if you hid a sufficiently large and sufficiently populated bunker sufficiently well in a sufficiently rarely-visited area you could call the interior of that bunker a "nation". But aside from that, I just don't see how it could be possible. And the words used to describe these ideologies... I've never heard of "Urbanism" or "Destructionism" or "Ochlocracy" (turns out it means mob rule) before.
I don't see how any of this strangeness could make for an interesting fictional faction of baddies.
I've been thinking of an evil fictional terrorist group sort of like Team Aqua/Magma from Pokemon but for energy, eco-nuts who (on the surface) insist the world should be harmed less but are really violent thugs smashing shit for fun and self-interested thieves trying to sabotage the nation's industrial capability and waste govt money on useless shit because they're funded by an evil foreign nation that exists to be the baddies. That should help confused viewers figure out they're evil, right? Especially if there's a scene where the hero says "There must be a better way to settle your grievances with the big businesses and find a balance between the needs of the people and the needs of their world!" to the evil leader of the evil organization who says "Mwahaha, you thought this was actually about energy? Who do you think's paying me to blow up those mines and solar farms? Eviltopia, of course!"
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