/overboard/ - Overboard

>>270202
Don't forget that Hitler did nothing wrong.

>>270202
>chemtrails exist
Not at the moment.

>>270206
>Don't forget that Hitler did nothing wrong.
He did fuck a Jewish prostitute and get a dose of the pox. He regretted that mistake enought to put it in his prision journal.

>>270382
Noice.

Next Football to commence Friday

>>270390
no rest for the best. That's what I'm talking about!

dropping in to give you all this; no idea how true this is, but if it is, then it could be funny.

>>270396
>"is not exempt...'
I know they don't need fucking logic to stage what they're doing, but for fucks sake...

>>270396
Are dindu rioters a match for 'Strayan shitposters? Find out in June, 2020!

>>270396
I wonder what will happen in South Africa?

>>270364
>dirty hooves
>shitty attitude
>demanding booze
Filly is looking for a nice spanking.

>>270364
With that kind of wood it's going to be a real bitch to clean.
>>270386
A NSFW verson of filly bobbing comes to mind... I'm not sure how I feel about what I've just thought of.

>>270358

After just passing a few trees, he checked behind him. They had caught up to him again.

Then he saw a large and tall tree with a lot of thick branches near its trunk. Wolves couldn't climb as humans could, he realized.

He had been careful not to wave his firewood so the flames were still going nicely but he dragged it behind him as too scared them a bit off as he got close to the tree.

Steeping on the lower branches and then reaching and pulling himself up on the higher in but almost one motion, Anon successfully climbed out of reach. Or so he thought.

Into the bark sank the claws of the two beasts as the side by side began to walks vertically up the tree.

”Fah! Really?!” Anon pointed at the wolves with an opened hand.

He continued his ascent and they theirs until Anon had gotten about nine feet into the air. There he stopped because he got an idea.

He jumped and landed with his each of his feet on the unsuspecting woody wolves. He had thought they would dampen his momentum but he hadn't counted on them bascially stopping his fall and him managing get a hold on a nearby branch.

The bodies of the two wolves fell and crashed onto the ground creating a huge pile of wood while their razor-sharp paws were still stuck to the tree.

Anon extended his makeshift torch above them. Yes, that firewood that has not been put out from all of this because it was burning with a huge raging fire but which was long enough for Anon to have parts where he could hold it without burning his fingers.

He did his best Austrian accent.

”I'll mourn you with a pyre!”

Then he dropped the fire in the pile of wood that was starting to reassemble.

>>270359

The fire burning down the length of the charred branch finally finished engulfing the wood upon touching the reassembling remnants of the two monsters, providing a nice base for a brand new fire to consume the beasts. Initially, the fire burned low and almost unnoticeable, only catching the smallest pieces of the two wolves, but once the reassembly was almost complete, these smaller pieces were buried within the depths of the two, providing more than enough surface area for the fire to grow and spread within the now very distressed creatures. After another few moments, even the green lights of their eyes began to dim and shift to orange as the fire consumed them both from within, leaving nothing but charcoal behind.
Upon seeing the majority of the danger now laying in a smoldering pile, Anonymous jumps down from his secondary perch to confront the final wolf, still circling the tree. However, as soon as the wolf sees what's become of its pack mates, it immediately turns tail and runs back into the forest, putting as much distance between itself and this fiend as it physically could.
With all of that taken care of, Anonymous decides to head back to the safety of the camp and the fire near it to spend the rest of the night. He spends the next several hours awake, waiting for the light of dawn to peek over the treetops and signal his ability to return to his task of survival, but when dawn finally comes, he finds yet another oddity of the world around him in the fact that it goes from dawn to midday in less than a minute. After spending another few moments contemplating this and wondering if he somehow fell asleep in the time it took for the sun to rise, he decides that that's not important. What IS important, however, is using the daylight that he didn't just piss away asleep to get something done.
Venturing back out into the forest and away from the ashen remains of the fire, Anonymous does what he needs to. Checking traps, gathering more resources to build another shelter and making sure this time that they're not actually a wood monster, and finally getting to work on finding a place to make a signal. After searching around the forest for a while, he eventually finds a clearing of fair size. Upon entering that clearing, he also finds something else. A large, disheveled and dilapidated castle stands overlooking a ravine, just barely made crossable by a similarly broken-down rope bridge. After debating whether or not it would be a good idea to transfer himself into this new shelter, Anonymous decides that that wouldn't be a good idea just in case some rubble happened to turn him into paste while he was sleeping. However, this structure does make for an excellent landmark for future navigation!
Noting down the castle's approximate location for later use, Anonymous takes the resources he's gathered and heads back to his camp to rebuild it. Once he gets there, a new shelter is made and a new fire is set to be lit later, what food he managed to find is organized and cleaned to the best of his limited ability, and what water he's gathered from the nearby source is also cleaned to the best of his ability.
"Let's hope I don't fucking die out here," Anon speaks to himself as he sits back down near the pit. "What time even is it right now?"
To answer his question, Anonymous looks up to the sky to find that the sun hasn't moved at all from its previous perch!
"Wow, I made some great time in getting all this done! Maybe I can spend some more time trying to find a place to make a signal, or maybe I could get to work on resetting some more of the traps I put out-"
Anonymous cuts himself off before he can finish his thought as the sun immediately and suddenly sinks below the horizon again, with the moon rushing up to take its place with the same impossible speed. Within mere moments, the time has somehow gone from midday to midnight and this time, Anonymous knows he was firmly awake and aware as he saw it happen above him. With another startling realization, Anonymous comes to terms with the fact that he probably isn't on Earth anymore. Either that, or he's been dropped in the woods on some kind of acid trip or something, that's the only other way to explain the wooden wolves springing to life and deciding to fight him and the sun and moon refusing to move for hours only to jump immediately to the other side of the planet within seconds. Such large questions usually can't be answered immediately, but Anonymous isn't sure which is a better answer for his own safety.
On the one hand, if he's tripping out in the middle of the woods, he's at least hopefully somewhere somewhat close to civilization. However, he's also in incredible danger of causing himself severe harm, if the greentexts he's read of anons tripping out are to be believed. On the other hand, he's currently stuck on an alien planet with alien life in an alien environment full of who-knows-what with almost zero hope of getting home. However, at least in this scenario, he still has his wits properly about him and he can be trusted to at least make decent decisions and predictions with adequate exposure to a situation.
Either way, this is not a good situation to be in by any definition of the word. To try and lessen that though, Anonymous immediately gets to work on lighting the next fire, remembering how well it served him in keeping the creatures of the night away from him last night. Once the blaze is properly going, Anon gets together what little food he managed to gather for himself, has a meager meal, and settles in to the Shack 2.0 for the night, hoping that tomorrow at least brings a smidgeon of good news to him.

>>270086
>>270358
>>270359
>>270374
Very interesting, I'm looking foward to more from the both of you. Seriously no pressure I'm here for the fun, and words.

>>270392
Glad you're liking it so far, I'll keep doing my best! between you and me, I'm also trying to see how far I can make it through this "pony" fanfic before having to actually mention a pony of any kind :^)

40 mins til 11:11

This caught my interest. They burn a matress then a grisly does a strait to camera protest which seemed a bit odd and then the gofundme page is shut down as most likely a fruad appeal anyway.

https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-the-austin-homeless-man?utm_source=customer&utm_medium=copy_link-tip&utm_campaign=p_cp+share-sheet

>>270387
sorry should have said the link is dodgy

I apologize for having been out for so long.
But everything that's happening in the US right now already happened in Chile in October.
I don't have many sources in English about that, but I there are too many parallels to be talking about separate things.
I'll gather all the info I have and I'll put it here.

>>2439
>The story has the world operate on a Caste System where some fantasy creatures are considered people, like Elves and Dwarves and Humans.
Others like Goblins, rat-people, ogres, orcs, slime girls, and so on are considered pets/slaves at best, pests/nuisances to kill on sight at usually, and hated monsters at worst.
That's a fairly decent 'why', to be distrusted. That also brings up another question to explore why the lesser beings are considered lesser. There is an entire history that made the caste system come to be, which means overcoming that will be difficult.
>Two new creatures appear.
Has there been a history of new creatures appearing before or is this the first time?
Who would really like a super rare one of a kind servant/pet/rug
>Especially if the character does have to kill an Evil Elf for trying to rape another human adventurer, then ends up with a glowing red This Guy Killed An Elf symbol over his head for a week or two.
That sounds fine.
>I could have the characters wait out the effect's duration in the forest, staying away from society. I really like that.
How would the character(s) know that? How much knowledge about the world they are in do they have? If they do know about the world is it accurate?
Would one of them get the mark or both?
Did anyone see the act tale place and run back to wherever letting them all know of a 'murderous' monster on the loose?

>>1958
Jesus fucking christ, I can feel the heart problems this political shit is giving me.
It's taking over my life again and every spare minute I get, my thoughts are dominated by this or trying not to think about this.
What can I do, lord?
"All that I can", right?
Which is nothing.
I can't save anyone from here.
I lost another friend yesterday.
He got butthurt at me for repeatedly mentioning the raped little girls in england, the ones trafficked by Muslim child-grooming gangs.
So he says I "can't be saved" and he doesn't want to talk to me any more.
This fucking piece of shit, in all his self-righteous bullshit, can't go ten seconds without trying to bullshit me about how hard he cares about this or that.
Bullshit, he's a fake cunt.
He doesn't care about anything but himself and whether he gets to feel moral or not.
Every so often that faggot would whine to me about how hard he has it, because boo hoo hoo he has to message all his liberal friends every day and pat their little poison-filled heads and tell them it's okay, The Drumpf isn't coming for them tonight and the scary whites with their tiki torches aren't coming for them now either.
If he really wanted to help them stop panicking over nothing he'd tell them to stop fucking watching panic-porn fake news networks like CNN!
This fucking antnigger.
He would bullshit me about how hard he supposedly had it every time he wanted to manipulate me.
"Liberalism is the best, I love working for google! Wait, you want to bring up facts? Wah, I can't talk about politics right now! Or ever! Now agree with me or you're not thinking correctly and open-mindedly like me!"
For fucking years, he's been manipulating me. In full view of thousands of people. He even runs a fucking fake brony charity that pretends to help people by doing the literal most retarded money-wasting thing you could think of.
I've been played like a damn fiddle by the person I thought was the first real friend I ever made.
And he tells me, fucking me, the best person I know at acting calm when I'm pissed, that I've gone too far.
But I haven't done anything.
He says I'm too far gone, because I kept sinning, I kept making him feel unhappy. Stupid fucking cunt. His feelings are all that coomer cares about.
He tells me I'm "too far gone into right-wing propaganda" for thinking the raped little girls in the UK exist, and for bringing it up repeatedly when he's trying to shame me into going liberal.
And when, just to see what would happen, I play along and give him the "Oh it's so terrible! I don't want to join but they're sucking me in! They're the only group with solutions to the problems facing my people! Can you personally promise me that you would have my back if your people came for me" lines, what does he say to me? He repeats the "you're too political and propagandized and I can't help you" bullshit.
I can't save him. His fucking porn-addled ant brain was made for Starcraft and roof shooting and bullshitting people about his own fucktarded BDSM fantasy country, not humaning.
I feel the urge to change the post's tone and write something snarky
But fuck that. I need to change something to improve my life and health. Jews would laugh at me if I died from a fucking brain aneurysm or heart problems.

>>2440
>lesser
Long ago, there was an evil Dark Lord of darkness who ruled everything. One hero from each of the Core Races formed an adventuring party that killed him.
So their races are seen as cool, and they got to own their own allied countries, one each. Those who didn't help are seen as lowly beasts.
Variant Races like "Sun Elves" from the crystal desert and Dark Elves from the underground ancient elf-city ruins are seen as "almost as good" as real Core Races.
Some non-Core Race people were able to get jobs in the countries that are more tolerant of non-Core Races than others. So it's somewhat normal to see a Centaur innkeeper or Half-Dragon assassin.
>new creatures
It's a somewhat common thing. Sometimes the people who pop in from Other Worlds get to keep their unusual race. Sometimes they become something normal for this world, like Elves or Dragon-People. Sometimes they become something new and unique. Sometimes con-artists pretend to be from Other Worlds to prey on optimistic idiots and con people dumb enough to think this mysterious new stranger needs a place to stay and a roof over his head and food in his belly and totally won't rob the house during the night.
So people who say "I'm from another world" are mistrusted because con-artists outnumber those really from other worlds. And they aren't all from the same place so the Elves can't quiz this new "I'm a human I swear, ignore my centaur body" guy on Napoleon History some human brought up 300 years ago for example.
>lets the town know of a murderous monster
I like that idea. What if someone doesn't see the act take place, but spots a smelly and forest-dwelling monster in the woods with an Elf-Killer Mark roasting wild boars and eating them, then runs back to town ranting about a strange monster he saw in the woods?
The hero could be unrecognizable thanks to a disguise worn during the forest camping trip(makeshift gille suit and a mask or armoured helmet?), but it would add tension to the "Survive in the forest" thing since the hero has to evade any more elves who come to investigate/hunt her down. Kill any more elves in self-defense and the marker lasts longer. Or could become permanent, to add more tension.
Anything to make this one-week "Magical hero survives innawoods" part of the story more interesting.

>>2446
>Backstory
>Town
It all checks out. Being the dumping grounds for all sorts of beings can really cause a problem. Plus not everyone or everything that is brought to the world is good natured.
>innawoods
If it helps the story and the character be more enriched.
>>2445
>Everything
That's really fucking rough. Losing friends, even ones that have abused you before is hard.
Don't let it consume you. Your time is valuable.
As always you can vent here... I mean this isn't perfectly private, but this should be fine enough to air grievances.
I know one of my friends used to be in an abusive friendship/lackey sort of thing with someone. He was fairly bitter and cold toward to world.
He's better now. At least since I last saw him.
>I can feel the heart problems this political shit is giving me.
On the bright side one less element to cause political anxiety?
>"All that I can", right?
You are improving your physicality, emboldening your skills, and exercising your mind.
If you feel like you need to do more, expand your scope and range. Break out of perspective and look at the situation at all angles to find the path that will work.
Find like minded people near you, I haven't yet, but potentially a good source of physical interaction.

>>270376
It looks like a bunch of privalidge students. They truly do not represent society in any country. You are right I wonder what are the demands as Japan is massively racist as a country. Not so much about blacks but then the chances of seeing a black person is very, very low.
They have similar marches in the UK and although the UK police are also racist it is not at the same intensity as the US.
I expect this is just twat and fuckbook bollox and just how the world has become a play thing for social media giants. I am sure the extra media taffic each day has lead to rise in advertising revenue.

>>270375
>I do not belive in democracy but I do belive in having a system for decision making.
That's called traditional European thinking. You guys had it for centuries in the form of unelected monarchs and czars.
>Americans have zero understanding of socialism in Europe.
Okay, what do we "not understand" about "European Socialism"? And, how it is different from "regular Socialism" (Which is European in origin, but apparently it's different). At least, that isn't already outlined by Yuri: https://invidio.us/watch?v=9CyXCmV6rj8
And, figured out when you find out that the term "Bourgeoisie" is in reference to city dwellers (Not just the rich), which reveals that whenever Socialists go on about taking down the "Bourgeoisie", they mean destroying the cities?

>>270377
>Japan is massively racist as a country
Have you ever bothered to question WHY?

>>270375
>>270380
>Okay, what do we "not understand" about "European Socialism"? And, how it is different from "regular Socialism" (Which is European in origin, but apparently it's different).
Oh, and also explained by G. Edward Griffin:
https://invidio.us/watch?v=p5sv4Hftmzo
https://invidio.us/watch?v=gOa1foc5IXI

>>270380
>>270381
Have you ever tried reading books rather than watching video`s.

As for racisim I think all countries are naturally racist and that only become a problem when the balance is skewed by people wanting more than they deserve or not bothering to fit-in. Japan is 98% Japanese and the 2% is mainly in Tokyo. There are more North Koreans where I live than English. Last time I looked there were 5 English People and 7 Americans living in my city of 70 thousand. It is perfetly natural for the basic community not to undestand foriegn culture or to change. Why should they?

>>270221

This story so far seems to take an interesting approach to the old "human in Equestria" format, and I commend the author for thinking about things a little differently. His vision of Equestria is interesting too: the social tensions and prejudices between the different types of ponies imply a somewhat more "adult" or realist vision of pastel ponyland, which I've seen other authors attempt before. Our old friend Peen Stroke is one such case. However, so far soulpillar seems able to do this without laying it on too thick or going full-blown grimdark with it.

The scenario he's laid out here is believable: Celestia has been gone for three years, and in that time, a schism has begun to form between the pegasi, earth ponies and unicorns. This makes sense and is in line with the established canon of the show: Celestia is the embodiment of Harmony, which is a central tenet of the Equestrian belief system. According to legend, the genesis of the nation occurred when the different pony types learned how to stop fighting and work together towards a common goal. With Celestia gone, this unity begins to fray. Symbolically, as Harmony recedes, Discord creeps in. Soulpillar demonstrates an instinctive grasp of the show's themes, and adheres to them in his own treatment of this world. He pays homage to the source material not by continuously dropping references to this-or-that-episode or peppering the text with fandom in-jokes, but by constructing an original story in this setting that is in harmony ba dum tss with the themes of the original work.

That said, this story unfortunately also suffers from some problems which mar my enjoyment of it. The author has a strong vision, but seems to struggle with translating his ideas into language and laying them out for the reader. His descriptive passages are often murky and the action is difficult to follow, which is perplexing because some descriptive passages are written extremely well. This indicates that he can hammer out quality description when he puts his mind to it. His characterization, unfortunately, needs a lot of work; as I've mentioned, the ways these characters behave range from merely unconvincing to outright bizarre. His dialogue is also pretty mediocre. I also notice he tries to cover up the flaws in his prose with overly florid and elegant language, which is sort of the literary equivalent of spraying the bathroom with apple cinnamon air freshener and hoping that nobody can tell you had Indian for lunch. However, based on what I've read, I'm happy to report that imo, soulpillar still seems to mostly like vaginas so far.

Anyway. Celestia has just returned with Gareth at her side, and the ponies are a little on edge. In soulpillar's Equestria, Gareth is a being who should not be in this world. The ponies have difficulty seeing him, and their magic does not appear to affect him. When they're able to focus their vision on him long enough to see him, they find his appearance to be gangly and disconcerting. Also of note is that the author chooses to tell this portion of the story from Styre's perspective, so we get a firsthand account of all this instead of just having the information fed to us. This was a good narrative choice.

Celestia stops just short of introducing Gareth as her husband, instead proclaiming him to be "Prince-Consort of Equestria," which is probably not much better. Predictably, there are a lot of angry and confused murmurs running through the ranks of the soldiers. Styre, for his part, seems to feel a visceral disgust towards everything about the human, and most of the ponies around him seem to share his view now imagine how they'd react if they met a brony who wandered in.

Overall I feel roughly the same about this scene as I felt about Celestia and Gareth's reunion scene in the previous chapter: the scene itself is good, but it is unfortunately rather poorly written, for the reasons detailed above. The descriptions of Gareth's movements and the appearance of his hands and arms from Styre's perspective are interesting but strangely worded.

For instance:
>Styre made an intrigued noise in his throat, squinting down at the human's rapid yet delicate appendages. Celestia smiled. The rest of the guards feigned disinterest.
I'm not entirely sure what an 'intrigued noise' sounds like, but imagining Styre making such a noise in his throat while the remainder of his company 'feigns disinterest' and Celestia smiles is not a pleasant visual, nor does it feel appropriate to the situation. The description of Gareth's appendages as 'rapid yet delicate' is also a poor choice of words. The concepts of rapidity and delicacy don't relate to each other in any meaningful way, and they also don't give us much of a visual. And in any case, 'rapid' doesn't work as a description of a human limb no matter what other word it's paired with.

So far, I'm having a weird mixed reaction to this text. I'm enjoying the story itself, and I think the author does a lot of things well, but the writing is just rubbing me the wrong way in a lot of weird places. There's just something aggravating about his word choice and his way of describing things. The effect is a little bit like listening to someone play a song you like on a piano that is clearly out of tune.

Anyway, I'm running out of space. Also noteworthy here is that the ponies don't seem to understand human speech, but Styre finds the sound of it to be pleasing.

Gareth writes out a message on a piece of parchment, which Celestia instructs Purple Dart to carry through the mirror that apparently links the two worlds. The task is given to Styre. Celestia then tells Gareth to get on her chariot, but the idea of flight terrifies Gareth. They have a brief conversation that Styre can't understand. Page break.

All in all a surreal and faintly disquieting scene.

>>270221
>>270222
Oh, interesting side note. I googled it, and apparently a "styre" is an extinct type of cider apple native to England, that would have been common around the time of the War of the Roses. Based on some of the details in the story so far, the author seems to have a genuine interest in the period of human history this story deals with, so this might have been intentional. If so, it's a pretty obscure reference that he deserves a nod for. If Private Styre ends up being tied to the Apple family somehow, the author deserves both a nod and a respectful tip of the fedora.

It's strange.
Gamers aren't still losing their minds over those Cake Is A Lie jokes.
Anime fans aren't still laughing over Euphinator or THIS X HAS BEEN PASSED DOWN THE ARMSTRONG FAMILY LINE FOR GENERATIONS
But
Bronies still laugh over 20 percent cooler.
Why?
Why are bronies stuck in the past?
That past was nothing special. A few hundred thousand memeing on gay forums, calling themselves moral for wanting the Rainbow Ass.
Why?

>>270222
Hey, Glim. Where do you think the story will go from here, and where do you think it should go?
My money's on
>Celestia solves the problems that happened in her absence with the human's help. Fighting might happen to give the human a chance to show off. Romance happens between Celestia and a perfectly ordinary and unremarkable human who will be called the second coming of christ for having all sorts of virtues we rarely if ever see"