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I am back. Word to the wise, never buy an HP Chromebook. It never ends well.
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I have a new computer and am dealing with some RL related stuff with it (transfering important files, etc), so I will probably not be able to get any roleplaying done this weekend.
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Yes, but how does society handle those bigots? Are all non-bigots obligated to not ever buy a cake from the bigots, even if the bigots would sell to them, given that they aren't, in this case, gay?
"That's certainly true." Julian agreed. "People who can drop that much money on seeing a relic are likely to attract attention, and attention is the last thing we're looking for.." He'd been hoping for a cheaper relic, one that more people would be going in to see and they'd have a chance of getting lost in the throng. "Well, this isn't exactly my home turf, so if you have your own ideas on how we get into the temple archives, if that's what you want to go for, I'm willing to concede you the floor on coming up with how we do it."
Julian could easily pay the eighty for the two of them - especially in light of how much the statue could be worth - but not only did he not want to part with money if he didn't want to, it really wasn't necessarily the best way to go, given the fact that they probably wouldn't have a throng they could hide within.
Julian could easily pay the eighty for the two of them - especially in light of how much the statue could be worth - but not only did he not want to part with money if he didn't want to, it really wasn't necessarily the best way to go, given the fact that they probably wouldn't have a throng they could hide within.
Writing fanfiction most definitely isn't a passive consumerist activity. And reading it can be - but it doesn't have to be. When I read fanfiction, I am critically engaging the source material, something I do without fanfiction, though the lens of fanfiction helps with the mental processes by putting things into specifics. Take for example, the shows Buffy and Angel, a fandom I write extensively in (almost exclusively, at the moment). The shows have a lot of complexities, themes, etc. They can be just watched and enjoyed, and I do that with them to, but they also raise interesting questions, both 'big' questions (just how many lives must an immoral action save before it becomes moral? What measure is a non-human? What is human? etc, etc). But the show also has a lot of serious debate about characters, motives, mindsets, etc.
Is the Watcher's Council an evil institution, a corrupt one, a flawed organization trying its best? Was it always this way, or did it start one way and end up another? Not only is there serious engagement there, but it does again, bring back around to bigger issues about ends, means and such.
Is Angel morally culpable for what Angelus did?
Does Wesley really go insane in the times when he seems to, or is it instead that he is 'too sane', having lost the pleasant lies we tell ourselves that help us function, but make us all a little insane?
Etc, etc, etc.
I don't always think about these things when dealing with fanfiction, but no one always things about these things when reading anything - and I pity them if they do.
Fanfiction is many things to many people - its great practice in the sheer mechanics of writing, allowing someone to really get into how to write without having to worry about the issues of creating a world or characters or what have you. But plenty of fanfiction writers also create - they explore gaps in the world or the story, they get inside characters heads in ways the writers never did or never could (getting inside a characters head in a TV show, for example, isn't an easy thing to write). Its fun to play around with other people's worlds. Its a way to get feedback on your ability to write faster and sooner, and you know you'll have something of an audience to work with from the word go.
Is there an element of laziness? Yes but any genre of published fiction often uses crutches of various kinds just as much as fanfiction uses the original source material - literary norms, genre devices, character archetypes, thematic/mythic arcs, standard conceptions of various kinds of creatures, elements from RL history, cultures, languages, myths and so on.
Somewhat nonseriously, I've referred to writing and reading fanfiction as going beyond the Limits of Imagination - obviously, its not actually beyond those limits because people can imagine what you're reading, or you can imagine what it is you are writing. But in another way, it is going beyond the limits of imagination -certain kinds of stories in the world of fanfic could never be written with the same styles and manners as a work of original fiction, because fanfiction opens doors that just don't exist in orginal fiction, allows certain things original fiction just doesn't.
Most of the greatest works of the western canon (Illiad, Odyssey, Aenied, Shakespeare, etc) are essentially fanfiction, and in some cases, really fucking derivative fanfiction. Doesn't make them any less great in their own way.
Is the Watcher's Council an evil institution, a corrupt one, a flawed organization trying its best? Was it always this way, or did it start one way and end up another? Not only is there serious engagement there, but it does again, bring back around to bigger issues about ends, means and such.
Is Angel morally culpable for what Angelus did?
Does Wesley really go insane in the times when he seems to, or is it instead that he is 'too sane', having lost the pleasant lies we tell ourselves that help us function, but make us all a little insane?
Etc, etc, etc.
I don't always think about these things when dealing with fanfiction, but no one always things about these things when reading anything - and I pity them if they do.
Fanfiction is many things to many people - its great practice in the sheer mechanics of writing, allowing someone to really get into how to write without having to worry about the issues of creating a world or characters or what have you. But plenty of fanfiction writers also create - they explore gaps in the world or the story, they get inside characters heads in ways the writers never did or never could (getting inside a characters head in a TV show, for example, isn't an easy thing to write). Its fun to play around with other people's worlds. Its a way to get feedback on your ability to write faster and sooner, and you know you'll have something of an audience to work with from the word go.
Is there an element of laziness? Yes but any genre of published fiction often uses crutches of various kinds just as much as fanfiction uses the original source material - literary norms, genre devices, character archetypes, thematic/mythic arcs, standard conceptions of various kinds of creatures, elements from RL history, cultures, languages, myths and so on.
Somewhat nonseriously, I've referred to writing and reading fanfiction as going beyond the Limits of Imagination - obviously, its not actually beyond those limits because people can imagine what you're reading, or you can imagine what it is you are writing. But in another way, it is going beyond the limits of imagination -certain kinds of stories in the world of fanfic could never be written with the same styles and manners as a work of original fiction, because fanfiction opens doors that just don't exist in orginal fiction, allows certain things original fiction just doesn't.
Most of the greatest works of the western canon (Illiad, Odyssey, Aenied, Shakespeare, etc) are essentially fanfiction, and in some cases, really fucking derivative fanfiction. Doesn't make them any less great in their own way.
Because in a given community, the number of such customers on hand may not be enough to fund a shop that specifically caters to them. Not to mention the possibility of attack or 'reprisal'.
To walk the conversation back a bit: The only thing a non-conformist hates more than a conformist is another non-conformist who refuses to conform to the prevailing attitudes of non-conformity.
A trite quote, and one that people have said in three times as many words, but that's exactly the issue - boil your points down, or you risk losing meaning.
Conforming is also not just an action - conforming isn't just putting on a suit and tie when you go to work. Conforming is when you internalize that suit and tie mentality. To conform is to change your state of mind. Doing, externally, what you need to do to function in society is not a conformist activity.
To walk the conversation back a bit: The only thing a non-conformist hates more than a conformist is another non-conformist who refuses to conform to the prevailing attitudes of non-conformity.
A trite quote, and one that people have said in three times as many words, but that's exactly the issue - boil your points down, or you risk losing meaning.
Conforming is also not just an action - conforming isn't just putting on a suit and tie when you go to work. Conforming is when you internalize that suit and tie mentality. To conform is to change your state of mind. Doing, externally, what you need to do to function in society is not a conformist activity.
no worries! thanks for the heads up!
No worries. I was on a plane almost all day yesterday, so I wouldn't have been able to reply yesterday had you replied then.
You don't need to feel sorry about a slow reply rate until you're at like a week without a rep or something. I'm fully aware that life happens. There's no rush. :)
You don't need to feel sorry about a slow reply rate until you're at like a week without a rep or something. I'm fully aware that life happens. There's no rush. :)
The force of her blows dented through the armor, throwing him off balance once again. Still, he was able to keep fighting, but he'd lost a certain initiative - Doruk's battleaxe managed to connect with the man armored arm, and though it didn't cut through - it was a glancing blow with little force - it did leave a small dent.
The Minion creatures were all over the tavern, destroying tables and chairs and mugs - especially the later, as terrified customers kept throwing them at the demons, but to no visible effect. They were attacking people, inducing even more screams. One of them lurched for her, trying to grab onto her leg.
All over the tavern then, the demons were attacking anyone and anything they could reach. Their slow speed meant people could evade them pretty well, but it wasn't helping as people fled more and more against the walls, pressing up and having no where else to run. A few had weapons - knives, daggers, a sword, but most people didn't bother to bring such to the tavern with them, and bits of wood from broken chairs and tables were even less effective than a sword or knife. The metal weapons at least showed some signs of doing damage, but never seemingly enough.
Gardad, as constable, did have a real weapon - his warhammer. His first instinct and priority had been helping people run, but with everyone now as far from the dueling half-orc and tieflings as possible, he drew his hammer and smashed it down on one of the ooze demons, right on its 'head'. The creature squealed and screeched, seemingly splattering over everything - but within moments, its shapeless form was back together - but much smaller, too much of its integrity lost in the first blow, it would see.
"I don't know what-" smash, "in Moradin's Name - smash - "you things are," smash, an finally, it didn't reform again, the splattered ooze and ichor too damaged and dispersed to reform, "but not in my village!" Brandishing his warhammer, Gardad went for the next.
Doruk and the swordsman continued to duel - and then, a lucky swing. Ducking under an attack that would have cut off his ear, Doruk swung for the middle of the man's toroso, hitting and cutting into the armor. The tiefling let out a groan of pain, but Doruk kept going, pulling out his axe, blocking a pained swing from his foe - though this time, flames fell from the sword and onto Doruk, burning his shoulder.
The Minion creatures were all over the tavern, destroying tables and chairs and mugs - especially the later, as terrified customers kept throwing them at the demons, but to no visible effect. They were attacking people, inducing even more screams. One of them lurched for her, trying to grab onto her leg.
All over the tavern then, the demons were attacking anyone and anything they could reach. Their slow speed meant people could evade them pretty well, but it wasn't helping as people fled more and more against the walls, pressing up and having no where else to run. A few had weapons - knives, daggers, a sword, but most people didn't bother to bring such to the tavern with them, and bits of wood from broken chairs and tables were even less effective than a sword or knife. The metal weapons at least showed some signs of doing damage, but never seemingly enough.
Gardad, as constable, did have a real weapon - his warhammer. His first instinct and priority had been helping people run, but with everyone now as far from the dueling half-orc and tieflings as possible, he drew his hammer and smashed it down on one of the ooze demons, right on its 'head'. The creature squealed and screeched, seemingly splattering over everything - but within moments, its shapeless form was back together - but much smaller, too much of its integrity lost in the first blow, it would see.
"I don't know what-" smash, "in Moradin's Name - smash - "you things are," smash, an finally, it didn't reform again, the splattered ooze and ichor too damaged and dispersed to reform, "but not in my village!" Brandishing his warhammer, Gardad went for the next.
Doruk and the swordsman continued to duel - and then, a lucky swing. Ducking under an attack that would have cut off his ear, Doruk swung for the middle of the man's toroso, hitting and cutting into the armor. The tiefling let out a groan of pain, but Doruk kept going, pulling out his axe, blocking a pained swing from his foe - though this time, flames fell from the sword and onto Doruk, burning his shoulder.
Doruk kicked a chair into the path of his foe right as Ikina came around behind him. The chair connected with the tiefling's legs, sending him staggering back. He moved enough that Ikinia's sword missed the gap in the man's armor. But a mithril blade was quite capable of punching through an unenchanted breastplate, or at least enough. It was little more than a nick, but the force of the blow traveled through the armor, hitting him in the center of his lower back. the swordsman staggered back more, but with Iknia right behind him, there really wasn't anywhere to stagger back into.
Doruk took advantage of the opening for all it was worth. Letting out an angry warcry, he swung, moving on the offensive. The tiefling had to move sideways to get around her, but that opened his flank wide open to Ikina...
On the other side of Penderghast, two robed humans were locked in a battle of their own. Bolts of magic and blasts of flame and frost flew from each spellcaster into the other, crashing into their targets or collapsing onto magical wards and shields.
Just a little longer...
Doruk took advantage of the opening for all it was worth. Letting out an angry warcry, he swung, moving on the offensive. The tiefling had to move sideways to get around her, but that opened his flank wide open to Ikina...
On the other side of Penderghast, two robed humans were locked in a battle of their own. Bolts of magic and blasts of flame and frost flew from each spellcaster into the other, crashing into their targets or collapsing onto magical wards and shields.
Just a little longer...
The Nexerus said
Good thing there aren't more people like you.
I didn't decide to try to turn keystone XL into a fucking Masada. The Tea Party did.
Nope, not stepping on my toes at all. We're working together on this story, so your character does her thing, and the other characters will do their thing, and we'll see what comes out of the blender.
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