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I'm going to try my hand at drawing my gf as a Pokemon trainer with her six favourite Pokemon for valentine's/our anniversary. Wish me luck!
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I'm going to try my hand at drawing my gf as a Pokemon trainer with her six favourite Pokemon for valentine's/our anniversary. Wish me luck!
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Got a drawing tablet, time to draw porn
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Seeing actual bushfire footage looks straight out of Hell... It moves so quickly and so powerfully, literally the trees just ignite. You firefighters are absolute legends, but please, don't die.
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HAPPY NEW YEAR FROM THE FUTURE! LOVE, AUSTRALIA
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Today ain't Christmas, it's garbage day!
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T H E N E R D / T H E L E G E N D
You are the wind at my back and the sword at my side;
D E L T A 4 4
together, my love, we shall build a peaceful world.
F A N B O Y O F F I R E E M B L E M
Just you...
S H I P P E R O F C H R O B I N
and me.
Welcome to my little personal den of Hell! Sorry, sorry, I meant my personal profile. Same thing, right?
I'm a roleplayer, same as any around here. I've been doing it for about five years now, coming up to six in September. Its been quite the time, thinking back. I started out fresh as can be, understanding the basics of writing but never quite knowing how to become better, or become as great as those around me. In the end, I did the only thing I really knew at the time:
Write as much garbage as possible and hope for the best!
As you can see, that particular tactic fucking failed. Jokes aside, I like to think I've developed a lot over the years, both as a writer and as a person. However, absolutely nothing can dissuade my weeaboo ways and supporting my OTP with all that I can freaking muster! If you haven't already guessed, said OTP is Chrom x Robin (Chrobin) from Fire Emblem: Awakening. Highly recommend the game, there's a reason (other than nintendo's cheapskate attitude) that it hasn't dropped in price, it's honestly the best place to start off in the series. And hey, maybe you'll end up addicted like me and want to buy every game on the 3DS like a fucking loony?
Speaking of loonies, the Fire Emblem Chrobin Comic Dub Project has recently finished, so for those of you who also appreciate the best ship in existence, I highly recommend it. Hell, even if you're not interested in that, I do highly recommend watching it for those into fantasy love stories. The quality improves drastically with each episode, so trust me when I say by the end of it you should be thoroughly impressed. It has helped motivate me in ways I can hardly describe with words, and so I thought the least I could do was put this out there. Maybe it's not for everyone, but I know it was the perfect thing for me.
"Do you think you can tip any of the scales in here?" "Chrom, for the love of Naga, I'm thinking..."
"So I heard."
"There are better places to take a nap than on the ground, you know."
There is a universe. No-one knows it's name, where gravity wasn't strong enough to bind matter together and no stars formed. And because no stars formed, no stars exploded. And because no stars exploded, no planets came about. And because no planets came about, there was no life.
There's another universe, no one knows it's name, where gravity was strong enough and did light the stars and planets came about and boy, they were gorgeous, planets in perpetual winter, planets in perpetual summer, planets that could rival the Garden of Eden and no bloody snakes! And on one of them, eventually, complex life evolved and one of the species developed large brains learned things like manners and dabbing, when they looked up at the stars and wonder what they were doing here. You called them octopuses, I suppose. Gosh, they were clever, for octopuses, and one of them, several million years in, almost wrote something in ink on the seafloor, a message to its friend. And the message almost read: "Hi! How are you?" And a few millennia later, space folder back on itself and, you get the idea. Goodbye Octopi.
There's another universe, where life formed on every planet, in every solar system, and it was carbon-based, it was silicon based, it was made of crystals and water and plasma, it was made of quantum fields and light, and everything was alive, everything was doing a boogie, and it was everybody's birthday, everyday, relatively, and everyone got presents, and they had over a trillion languages, some written down, some only spoken, some conducted telepathically, and they bought a galactic civilization together, as a perfect unity, sharing stories, sharing technology, speaking a common tongue, understanding everything about how the cosmos been put together. And finally, when everything was sorted, the galaxies were arranged into perfect geometric formations, transmitting pure love, and wisdom, and birthday greetings to all species in the universe, for all time. Papercuts never happened, coke came in glass bottles, no one even remembered the word for war, everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.
And yet, for a quirk in their evolution, because resources weren't scarce enough on the planets these species developed on, not a single creature in the universe was conscious. Food was eaten and no-one enjoyed it. Movies were released, and there was no laughing, or crying. No-one chuckled at a joke. Ever. Space collapsed back on itself, eventually, and there hadn't been a single moment of sentience in the entire history of creation.
There's another universe, where the strong force is too strong the weak force is too weak and nothing forms. Another, where life develops too late when the Stars have all gone beyond the light boundary and there's nothing to even see. Another with too many dimensions. Another with not enough. Another where time goes in the opposite direction, and species begin as gods, and wind backwards to cells, and never learn to survive. Another that only lasts milliseconds, and collapses in on itself, and heads straight back to oblivion. And that's how it just might be, across all possible universes, across all possible space times. Problems with the laws of nature, not enough resources, missteps in evolution. An atlas of dead-ends.
Then again, there is one exception.
There's another universe, a big one, where life is rare, where intelligent life is very rare indeed, the stars are very distant from each other, the laws of nature are very complex, it's extremely lonely for any species developing, and most never even develop at all, but somewhere, we believe, is a planet where the oceans are vast, and the climate is varied. Where the smartest species on the planet may have developed just the right mix of ambition and kindness. And if you were to travel there, to this unbelievably rare statistical anomaly, to this impossibly lucky planet, where evolution, biology, chemistry, nae, the laws of physics themselves have come together to create sentient intelligent life, you may be able to catch the native inhabitants singing for joy. Of what an impossibly lucky, and rare position they find themselves in. It is a chant of gratitude, a ritual of showing appreciation for ending up in perhaps the one universe, in the one solar system, on the one planet with all the basic ingredients for intelligent, conscious life.
It took a little while and a bit of explaining to New Horizon staff what they were doing and why Eliott needed her bracers removed. As a safety measure (if you could call it that), two highly trained Horizon operatives were stationed at the main exit, who also had the bracelet to put back on her immediately after training. Some would assume with Phoenix Dawn himself in the room that nobody would dare do something stupid, yet Horizon was always erring on the side of caution. With her restraints free, Eliott stretched and rolled her wrists eagerly. "Oh yes! This should be fun." Her eyes gave off the impression of some sort of sadist, their wildness possibly mistaken for evil. However, Yatzil in particularly would probably find the wild excitement familiar, as it was similar to her own wild look she gave when entering a fight.
She had to make sure it worked, however, so she moved over to where some of the training equipment for weight lifting was and began toying with the pressure waves. The rattle that the weights equipment adopted was certainly unnatural, almost as though it had become possessed. The more she held onto the weights, the more they rattled. She didn't want to get in trouble, however, so she muted her surroundings, absorbing the vibrations to use as kinetic energy. As she released them, the force created a brief gust of wind which may push someone inattentive off-balance, though wouldn't be hard to right, either. She clenched her fist and grinned.
"Alrighty then. I'm ready." Her focus returned to Dawn and the bots. He had asked her what difficulty level she would like. If she weren't able to use her powers, likely no more than a four, but since she had gotten permission... "How about... eight?" She'd never gone up against these bots. They had some similar types of automation back at the academy, but they didn't look nearly as state-of-the-art as these ones did. If ten was the highest level, then eight seemed like a good middle-ground between borderline sadism and being too comfortable. Assuming the power scale worked somewhat like how she thought it worked. Eliott made sure to stretch before the fight began. Since this was a training exercise, she probably couldn't go all-out. She assumed the walls of the gym were reinforced in case of... hero accidents, but even they likely couldn't hold out to prolonged vibration.
It wasn't long before she felt she was ready. She got into a battle stance, arms raised and hopping excitedly. And for the pervs out there, yes, they were jiggling. "Dawn, switch'er on. Lets do this!"
@Zhaliora Sorry or lack of activity here and in the PM btw, been bogged down with an essay. It'll be finished today, so I think sometime late tonight or tomorrow I can reply to the things ;)
Pilot - Pidgeon is an outstanding pilot, if a little reckless. Her track record is enough to prove this. She has an incredible ace kill-count, it's actually a little terrifying...
Gun Training - Her pistol isn't only for show. She knows how to defend herself with it, though doesn't do much outside of flying anyway.
P O W E R S
Nothing - Pidgeon isn't an Exalted. She has no magic. Just a lot of guts.
E Q U I P M E N T
PDA and Language Translator - Everyone seems to have them, these days...
Grapple Hook - Pidgeon has a grapple hook with a 15m cable, able to penetrate and "hook" through most materials. Rarer, harder materials can't be penetrated.
9mm Pistol - A simple 9mm pistol, which looks surprisingly modern.
A I R S H I P
A one-of-a-kind ship, the AMV3, commonly referred to as the "Raptor", is an experimental craft under Pidgeon's own design. Incorporating elements of different techs into one, it is seen as quite remarkable that it can fly, especially so well. While the cockpit is of the more complex design, it allows for more three-dimensional flight regardless of surroundings, though works exceptionally well in-atmosphere. Supposedly the cost of the ship itself is so insane, not to mention the inflation Pidg has put on the blueprints, that nobody really wants to buy it. Plasma cannons, steampunk turbines mid-wing, and a magic-plasma hybrid for the rear engine makes it an incredibly complex beast to maintain, let alone fly. Yet Pidg keeps with it, and refuses to trade it for any other ship. She loves her Raptor, and in return, the Raptor sees her home safe...
M O T I V A T I O N
Pidgeon was born and raised a mercenary, and lives for coin as much as a good ass-kicking. She won't directly express her innermost desires, however something can be said about her fascination with the Veil...
P E R S O N A L I T Y
Pidgeon is a suicidal bundle of joy. Her reckless nature and passion for flying and being the best pilot she can be is motivating, especially from one so young. She has a deep interest in mechanics and loves to talk airships, particularly fighters. Put simply, she's a crazy airship nerd. Her ego is, by all accounts, an inflated mess. She likes to brag, sometimes at the expense of others, and will often make fun of other people for the sake of making others laugh. Yet, if she knows she has made someone upset, she will be the first to try and comfort them. Her care for her comrades is plain as day, and though she takes to a jovial nature, she can be serious where needed. Even if she is incredibly reckless on the battlefield, she will look out for her comrades, and especially her wingman, and, most importantly, knows when to quit.
F L A W S
Reckless - Pidgeon is a reckless pilot. Hell, she's a reckless person. Nuff said.
Weak Body - She is short and thin, and not exactly built to take a hit. She can run, but can't punch.
No CQC Training - Pidgeon hasn't been trained in the art of CQC. She knows how to use her pistol, but that won't help her in a fist fight.
Lack of Foresight - Pidgeon will do what she has to, consequences be damned! She doesn't think her ideas through well enough sometimes, and while capable of thinking on her feet, sometimes her ideas fall short and carry flaws.
B I O Pidgeon's life has always been on the smaller scale, though never lacking in excitement. Born to two bright minds, one a pilot and one a scientist, she was raised upon hopes of traversing Elysia and seeing the stars. Her parents line of work in particular revolved around the Veil, exploring regions close to it and how the Veil can influence not only physics as we know it, but the psychology of non-Devils closest to it. An ambitious study, to be sure, but they often needed cooperation from beings closest to the Veil to study physics data, so the psychology study was an interesting hypothesis to explore.
As a child, she often didn't get to go on these kinds of excursions. Pidgeon would be made to stay home due to the danger they presented. However, whenever her mother and father came home, they would recount their tales with incredible detail, archived within a journal which Pidgeon has kept in her PDA to this day. It inspired Pidgeon to want the same thing: to fly, to see the edges of Elysia, and see what this beautiful collection of worlds have to offer. And she would get that chance. Just not in the way one would expect.
Pidgeon's mother and father left on an excursion one day. They didn't come back. She was passed to an uncle who was abusive and a terrible caretaker, though thankfully didn't need to suffer long. Within a year, she was picked up by a certain Captain Nine Gales, family friend and the proper guardian her mother and father entrusted her to. It was at a time where, if Pidgeon had been left alone any longer, may have resulted in a different fate. Nine Gales came at the perfect moment.
One would imagine the Reiksgard Knight -- a sort-of mercenary ship with a sort-of mercenary crew -- as a poor place for a young girl to grow up. Admittedly, Pidgeon wasn't afforded the same education she would've had if her parents came back. However, in its place, the young girl adopted her father's love for airships. And, with the help and resources of those aboard, she began to create her own. The AMV, or Amazing Mobility Vehicle, was a design of Pidg's to create a fighter better equipped to avoid incoming fire. The first one was made of scraps and junk parts, barely able to fly, but told those aboard that she had an idea of what she wanted. A few years later, with some money working as an apprentice engineer and a bit more knowledge, she came back at her ship with the AMV2. This ship was far more capable than the first, and she even used it in several battles. It had the longest life of her AMV creations, lasting several years before getting shot down, forcing Pidg to parachute out.
The AMV3 is her most recent addition to the family, and by far the most advanced and complex. While she has about three years on her now, Pidg has made sure to fine-tune and upgrade the Raptor where she can. It's now a recognizable symbol of death to many across Elysia, having shredded countless ace pilots with her beautiful plasma cannons. The people of the Reiksgard Knight treat Pidgeon like family, and acts as the younger sister to just about everyone. They have helped shape her into who she is today, and she couldn't have asked for a more supportive and, err, interesting group to call such. She is forever loyal to Captain Nine Gales, and will protect the people of the Reiksgard with her life, as they would hers. E X T R A I N F O JUSTICE DRAGON BLOODED [PIDGEON THEME]
O C C U P A T I O N How would your character describe themselves? Is he a fighter pilot, a prophet, a priest, a captain, a mercenary, a monster catcher, a demon hunter. Skies the limit here. T R A I N I N G List and describe atleast 3 particular skill sets your character is proficient at. They dont have to be just weapons.
P O W E R S
Nothing - Pidgeon isn't an Exalted. She has no magic. Just a lot of guts.
E Q U I P M E N T
PDA and Language Translator - Everyone seems to have them, these days...
A I R S H I P
A one-of-a-kind ship, the AMV3, commonly referred to as the "Raptor", is an experimental craft under Pidgeon's own design. Incorporating elements of different techs into one, it is seen as quite remarkable that it can fly, especially so well. While the cockpit is of the more complex design, it allows for more three-dimensional flight regardless of surroundings, though works exceptionally well in-atmosphere. Supposedly the cost of the ship itself is so insane, not to mention the inflation Pidg has put on the bluerints, that nobody really wants to buy it. Plasma cannons, steampunk turbines mid-wing, and a magic-plasma hybrid for the rear engine makes it an incredibly complex beast to maintain, let alone fly. Yet Pidg keeps with it, and refuses to trade it for any other ship. She loves her Raptor, and in return, the Raptor sees her home safe...
M O T I V A T I O N What drives your character in life and what is their personal goal in this world? P E R S O N A L I T Y How your character acts. Be as broad or specific as you like. Flaws: All great heroes have tragic flaws. Substance abuse, PTSD, you cant fly a ship to save your life, or you just don't get along with people due to trust issues. If your race has a particular weakness.
Bio: Your character's personal history and major points in their life, maybe when and how you were chosen to be exalted. There will be very little I wont allow for someones backstory. Feel free to use worlds, races, empires, and events, again world building. Extra Info: Anything more, maybe a pet, a personality quirk, an asset you can utilize?
Eh, looking at all this, it seems like either the story will go nowhere and act as a sandbox/treadmill or it will take too long for players to become strong enough to make anything happen on a large scale. Seems better suited to a tabletop setting, because it'd reign supreme in a format like that.
Daddy Shwah already said it has a narrative focus, so I wouldn't say it's not going anywhere ^-^ And if there's a decent enough narrative in his head (which I assume there is considering all this), I don't see why there couldn't be any large scale changes in mind. And tabletop for an RP like this would be wonderful, but would also require him to make his own tabletop game from scratch. Plus, that would take away a lot of variety, which seems to be the focus here :3 Maybe if the scale were smaller, but this all seems pretty grand, making tabletop pretty hard.
Eliott didn't seem to be paying much attention to anything in her vicinity, even Silas. She was just enjoying being a complete idiot as she loosely clung to his frame, completely unable to support herself. He gave her a nudge, but that only seemed to make Eliott want to be more of an idiot. His request for her to get off, however, seemingly got through to her. "Aww man. Fiiiiine. Boring."
She didn't even try to right herself, her body sliding off of him like it had suddenly become slippery. There was a loud slap as her hands and arms hit the ground to catch herself. Eliott's body was still as a plank, though given a few moments, she got to her feet with a groan. "Ow." Her arms and hands were red from the collision, and she dusted herself off, despite not collecting any dust. She looked upset. "Lemme fight one of them bot things; I can rattle it apart, watch!" Announced Eliott confidently, walking over to Dawn and the two robots. She gave one of the machines a firm kick, digging her heel into the metal, not that it was leaving any sort of mark. "Get these bracelets off and I'll win five out of five, and turn these guys into scrap metal."
She'd already begun stretching. She was going to fight one of these things at some point, it was just a matter of when she could get the bracers off. If she could get them off. She'd fight them with them on, at this point. She wasn't especially livid or angry. Just really, really salty...
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[row][cell][indent][indent][sub][color=pink][u] T H E N E R D / T H E L E G E N D [/u][/color][/sub][/indent][/indent][/cell][cell][sub][color=darkblue]You are the wind at my back[/color] and the sword at my side;[/sub][/cell][/row]
[row][cell][indent][indent][indent][sub][color=pink][u] D E L T A 4 4 [/u][/color][/sub][/indent][/indent][/indent][/cell][cell][sub][color=darkblue]together, my love,[/color] we shall build a peaceful world.[/sub][/cell][/row]
[row][cell][indent][indent][indent][indent][sub][color=pink][u] F A N B O Y O F F I R E E M B L E M [/u][/color][/sub][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/cell][cell][sub][color=darkblue]Just you...[/color][/sub][/cell][/row]
[row][cell][indent][indent][sub][color=pink][u] S H I P P E R O F C H R O B I N [/u][/color][/sub][/indent][/indent][/cell][cell][sub]and me.[/sub][/cell][/row][/table]
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[row][cell][img]https://i.pinimg.com/736x/46/d2/61/46d261b662f76cd8d0e365d016d051d3--nerdy-things-fire-emblem-awakening-couples.jpg[/img][/cell][cell][right][sub]Welcome to my little personal den of Hell! Sorry, sorry, I meant my personal profile. Same thing, right?
[color=purple]I'm a roleplayer,[/color] same as any around here. I've been doing it for about five years now, coming up to six in September. Its been quite the time, thinking back. I started out fresh as can be, understanding the basics of writing but never quite knowing how to become better, or become as great as those around me. In the end, I did the only thing I really knew at the time:
Write as much garbage as possible and hope for the best!
As you can see, [color=purple][i]that particular tactic fucking failed.[/i][/color]
Jokes aside, I like to think I've developed a lot over the years, both as a writer and as a person. However, absolutely nothing can dissuade my weeaboo ways and supporting my OTP with all that I can freaking muster! If you haven't already guessed, said OTP is [color=darkblue]Chrom[/color] [color=pink]x[/color] [color=purple]Robin[/color] (Chrobin) from Fire Emblem: [color=darkblue]Awakening.[/color] Highly recommend the game, there's a reason (other than nintendo's cheapskate attitude) that it hasn't dropped in price, it's honestly the best place to start off in the series. And hey, maybe you'll end up addicted like me and want to buy every game on the 3DS like a fucking loony?
Speaking of loonies, the [url=https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLeAWfrBMa2pytnTYnxAtiphQGJU3ojDD7]Fire Emblem Chrobin Comic Dub Project[/url] has recently finished, so for those of you who also appreciate the best ship in existence, I highly recommend it. Hell, even if you're not interested in that, I do highly recommend watching it for those into fantasy love stories. The quality improves drastically with each episode, so trust me when I say by the end of it you should be thoroughly impressed. It has helped motivate me in ways I can hardly describe with words, and so I thought the least I could do was put this out there. Maybe it's not for everyone, but I know it was the perfect thing for me.
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[right][color=darkblue][sub]"Do you think you can tip any of the scales in here?"[/sub][/color]
[color=purple][sub]"Chrom, for the love of Naga, I'm thinking..."[/sub][/color][/right][hr][table]
[row][cell][color=darkblue][sub]"So I heard."
[/sub][/color][/cell][cell][center][img]https://pbs.twimg.com/media/DkvxGnlWwAEShes.jpg[/img][/center][/cell][cell][right][sub][color=purple]"There are better places
to take a nap than
on the ground, you know."
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There is a universe. No-one knows it's name, where gravity wasn't strong enough to bind matter together and no stars formed. And because no stars formed, no stars exploded. And because no stars exploded, no planets came about. And because no planets came about, there was no life.
There's another universe, no one knows it's name, where gravity was strong enough and did light the stars and planets came about and boy, they were gorgeous, planets in perpetual winter, planets in perpetual summer, planets that could rival the Garden of Eden and no bloody snakes! And on one of them, eventually, complex life evolved and one of the species developed large brains learned things like manners and dabbing, when they looked up at the stars and wonder what they were doing here. You called them octopuses, I suppose. Gosh, they were clever, for octopuses, and one of them, several million years in, almost wrote something in ink on the seafloor, a message to its friend. And the message almost read: "Hi! How are you?" And a few millennia later, space folder back on itself and, you get the idea.
Goodbye Octopi.
There's another universe, where life formed on every planet, in every solar system, and it was carbon-based, it was silicon based, it was made of crystals and water and plasma, it was made of quantum fields and light, and everything was alive, everything was doing a boogie, and it was everybody's birthday, everyday, relatively, and everyone got presents, and they had over a trillion languages, some written down, some only spoken, some conducted telepathically, and they bought a galactic civilization together, as a perfect unity, sharing stories, sharing technology, speaking a common tongue, understanding everything about how the cosmos been put together. And finally, when everything was sorted, the galaxies were arranged into perfect geometric formations, transmitting pure love, and wisdom, and birthday greetings to all species in the universe, for all time. Papercuts never happened, coke came in glass bottles, no one even remembered the word for war, everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.
And yet, for a quirk in their evolution, because resources weren't scarce enough on the planets these species developed on, not a single creature in the universe was conscious. Food was eaten and no-one enjoyed it. Movies were released, and there was no laughing, or crying. No-one chuckled at a joke. Ever.
Space collapsed back on itself, eventually, and there hadn't been a single moment of sentience in the entire history of creation.
There's another universe, where the strong force is too strong the weak force is too weak and nothing forms.
Another, where life develops too late when the Stars have all gone beyond the light boundary and there's nothing to even see.
Another with too many dimensions.
Another with not enough.
Another where time goes in the opposite direction, and species begin as gods, and wind backwards to cells, and never learn
to survive.
Another that only lasts milliseconds, and collapses in on itself, and heads straight back to oblivion.
And that's how it just might be, across all possible universes, across all possible space times. Problems with the laws of nature, not enough resources, missteps in evolution.
An atlas of dead-ends.
Then again, there is one exception.
There's another universe, a big one, where life is rare, where intelligent life is very rare indeed, the stars are very distant from each other, the laws of nature are very complex, it's extremely lonely for any species developing, and most never even develop at all, but somewhere, we believe, is a planet where the oceans are vast, and the climate is varied. Where the smartest species on the planet may have developed just the right mix of ambition and kindness.
And if you were to travel there, to this unbelievably rare statistical anomaly, to this impossibly lucky planet, where evolution, biology, chemistry, nae, the laws of physics themselves have come together to create sentient intelligent life, you may be able to catch the native inhabitants singing for joy. Of what an impossibly lucky, and rare position they find themselves in.
It is a chant of gratitude, a ritual of showing appreciation for ending up in perhaps the one universe, in the one solar system, on the one planet with all the basic ingredients for intelligent, conscious life.
~Exurb1a[/hider]
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><img src="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/fr/1/1b/Fire_Emblem_Awakening_Logo.png" /><br><br><div class="bb-center"><div class="bb-h3"><font color="#ffb347">◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈</font></div></div><br><div class="table-responsive"><table class="bb-table table"><thead class="bb-thead"><tr class="bb-tr"><th class="bb-th"><div class="bb-indent"><div class="bb-indent"><sub><font color="pink"><span class="bb-u"> T H E N E R D / T H E L E G E N D </span></font></sub></div></div></th><th class="bb-th"><sub><font color="darkblue">You are the wind at my back</font> and the sword at my side;</sub></th></tr></thead><br><tr class=" bb-tr"><td class=" bb-td"><div class="bb-indent"><div class="bb-indent"><div class="bb-indent"><sub><font color="pink"><span class="bb-u"> D E L T A 4 4 				 	 </span></font></sub></div></div></div></td><td class=" bb-td"><sub><font color="darkblue">together, my love,</font> we shall build a peaceful world.</sub></td></tr><br><tr class=" bb-tr"><td class=" bb-td"><div class="bb-indent"><div class="bb-indent"><div class="bb-indent"><div class="bb-indent"><sub><font color="pink"><span class="bb-u"> F A N B O Y O F F I R E E M B L E M </span></font></sub></div></div></div></div></td><td class=" bb-td"><sub><font color="darkblue">Just you...</font></sub></td></tr><br><tr class=" bb-tr"><td class=" bb-td"><div class="bb-indent"><div class="bb-indent"><sub><font color="pink"><span class="bb-u"> S H I P P E R O F C H R O B I N	 </span></font></sub></div></div></td><td class=" bb-td"><sub>and me.</sub></td></tr></table></div><br><br><div class="table-responsive"><table class="bb-table table"><thead class="bb-thead"><tr class="bb-tr"><th class="bb-th"><img src="https://i.pinimg.com/736x/46/d2/61/46d261b662f76cd8d0e365d016d051d3--nerdy-things-fire-emblem-awakening-couples.jpg" /></th><th class="bb-th"><div class="bb-right"><sub>Welcome to my little personal den of Hell! Sorry, sorry, I meant my personal profile. Same thing, right? <br><br><font color="purple">I'm a roleplayer,</font> same as any around here. I've been doing it for about five years now, coming up to six in September. Its been quite the time, thinking back. I started out fresh as can be, understanding the basics of writing but never quite knowing how to become better, or become as great as those around me. In the end, I did the only thing I really knew at the time:<br><br>Write as much garbage as possible and hope for the best!<br><br>As you can see, <font color="purple"><span class="bb-i">that particular tactic fucking failed.</span></font><br>Jokes aside, I like to think I've developed a lot over the years, both as a writer and as a person. However, absolutely nothing can dissuade my weeaboo ways and supporting my OTP with all that I can freaking muster! If you haven't already guessed, said OTP is <font color="darkblue">Chrom</font> <font color="pink">x</font> <font color="purple">Robin</font> (Chrobin) from Fire Emblem: <font color="darkblue">Awakening.</font> Highly recommend the game, there's a reason (other than nintendo's cheapskate attitude) that it hasn't dropped in price, it's honestly the best place to start off in the series. And hey, maybe you'll end up addicted like me and want to buy every game on the 3DS like a fucking loony?<br><br>Speaking of loonies, the <a target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" href="https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLeAWfrBMa2pytnTYnxAtiphQGJU3ojDD7">Fire Emblem Chrobin Comic Dub Project</a> has recently finished, so for those of you who also appreciate the best ship in existence, I highly recommend it. Hell, even if you're not interested in that, I do highly recommend watching it for those into fantasy love stories. The quality improves drastically with each episode, so trust me when I say by the end of it you should be thoroughly impressed. It has helped motivate me in ways I can hardly describe with words, and so I thought the least I could do was put this out there. Maybe it's not for everyone, but I know it was the perfect thing for me.<br>	<br><br>	<br>	</sub></div></th></tr></thead></table></div><br><img src="https://alynerd.files.wordpress.com/2015/10/tumblr_nvrmdwbdkf1ruyji8o1_1280.jpg?w=840" /><br><br><div class="bb-right"><font color="darkblue"><sub>"Do you think you can tip any of the scales in here?"</sub></font><br><font color="purple"><sub>"Chrom, for the love of Naga, I'm thinking..."</sub></font></div><hr class="bb-hr"><div class="table-responsive"><table class="bb-table table"><thead class="bb-thead"><tr class="bb-tr"><th class="bb-th"><font color="darkblue"><sub>"So I heard."<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	</sub></font></th><th class="bb-th"><div class="bb-center"><img src="https://pbs.twimg.com/media/DkvxGnlWwAEShes.jpg" /></div></th><th class="bb-th"><div class="bb-right"><sub><font color="purple">"There are better places<br>to take a nap than <br>on the ground, you know."<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	</font></sub></div></th></tr></thead></table></div><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="A Hymn For Goldilocks">A Hymn For Goldilocks [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none"><div class="bb-center"><img src="https://static.tumblr.com/b572f57912d8b5345269f9dc72e04359/yveunmd/zEwn8f4ke/tumblr_static_4fc6jqggm90kg048ok0kkw0ww_640_v2.jpg" /></div><br><br>There is a universe. No-one knows it's name, where gravity wasn't strong enough to bind matter together and no stars formed. And because no stars formed, no stars exploded. And because no stars exploded, no planets came about. And because no planets came about, there was no life.<br><br>There's another universe, no one knows it's name, where gravity was strong enough and did light the stars and planets came about and boy, they were gorgeous, planets in perpetual winter, planets in perpetual summer, planets that could rival the Garden of Eden and no bloody snakes! And on one of them, eventually, complex life evolved and one of the species developed large brains learned things like manners and dabbing, when they looked up at the stars and wonder what they were doing here. You called them octopuses, I suppose. Gosh, they were clever, for octopuses, and one of them, several million years in, almost wrote something in ink on the seafloor, a message to its friend. And the message almost read: "Hi! How are you?" And a few millennia later, space folder back on itself and, you get the idea. <br>Goodbye Octopi.<br><br>There's another universe, where life formed on every planet, in every solar system, and it was carbon-based, it was silicon based, it was made of crystals and water and plasma, it was made of quantum fields and light, and everything was alive, everything was doing a boogie, and it was everybody's birthday, everyday, relatively, and everyone got presents, and they had over a trillion languages, some written down, some only spoken, some conducted telepathically, and they bought a galactic civilization together, as a perfect unity, sharing stories, sharing technology, speaking a common tongue, understanding everything about how the cosmos been put together. And finally, when everything was sorted, the galaxies were arranged into perfect geometric formations, transmitting pure love, and wisdom, and birthday greetings to all species in the universe, for all time. Papercuts never happened, coke came in glass bottles, no one even remembered the word for war, everything was beautiful and nothing hurt. <br><br>And yet, for a quirk in their evolution, because resources weren't scarce enough on the planets these species developed on, not a single creature in the universe was conscious. Food was eaten and no-one enjoyed it. Movies were released, and there was no laughing, or crying. No-one chuckled at a joke. Ever.<br>Space collapsed back on itself, eventually, and there hadn't been a single moment of sentience in the entire history of creation.<br><br>There's another universe, where the strong force is too strong the weak force is too weak and nothing forms.<br>Another, where life develops too late when the Stars have all gone beyond the light boundary and there's nothing to even see. <br>Another with too many dimensions.<br>Another with not enough.<br>Another where time goes in the opposite direction, and species begin as gods, and wind backwards to cells, and never learn<br>to survive.<br>Another that only lasts milliseconds, and collapses in on itself, and heads straight back to oblivion.<br>And that's how it just might be, across all possible universes, across all possible space times. Problems with the laws of nature, not enough resources, missteps in evolution.<br>An atlas of dead-ends.<br><br>Then again, there is one exception.<br><br>There's another universe, a big one, where life is rare, where intelligent life is very rare indeed, the stars are very distant from each other, the laws of nature are very complex, it's extremely lonely for any species developing, and most never even develop at all, but somewhere, we believe, is a planet where the oceans are vast, and the climate is varied. Where the smartest species on the planet may have developed just the right mix of ambition and kindness.<br>And if you were to travel there, to this unbelievably rare statistical anomaly, to this impossibly lucky planet, where evolution, biology, chemistry, nae, the laws of physics themselves have come together to create sentient intelligent life, you may be able to catch the native inhabitants singing for joy. Of what an impossibly lucky, and rare position they find themselves in. <br>It is a chant of gratitude, a ritual of showing appreciation for ending up in perhaps the one universe, in the one solar system, on the one planet with all the basic ingredients for intelligent, conscious life.<br><br>~Exurb1a</div></div></div>
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