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...why is my youtube feed full of Jordan Peterson videos? I've never watched any of his shit
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7 yrs ago
I'll top the bill! I'll overkill! I have to find the will to carry on with the show! On with the show!
7 yrs ago
@Metadude Well, why not. If it works, it works.
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7 yrs ago
You also gotta remember partisan jokes only work for those on your side. Like if I make afor joke about the bloody Union, I'll get the support of my Northern friends but push away those Union folks.
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7 yrs ago
Ja, uff da. Ække godt det der
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If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master; If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it, And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
What a strange day to join Seireitei, what a strange day indeed. News of a serial killer seemed to increase the tensions in the room, and Mia herself found the thought to be rather amusing. A serial killer is a perfect way to test her tactical mind, a fine opponent indeed. She'd read that serial killers tend to hold themselves to prideful standards, using their wit to get around being caught. One could almost call them highly intelligent to the point that they have abolished their moral compass in pursuit of their goals. Not that she admired those murderers, she simply found them fascinating. A type of people that chose to abolish anything human in pursuit of greater good or greater evil. Just like those men she'd read about in stories.
Well, that was their first meeting. Short and concise, without anything of note for the privates to work with. Dull. No need for her to prove her mental superiority then. A sigh came from her lips before raising up on her feet, walking out of the place with her prideful, dignified steps. She walked much like a noble woman carrying food to husband and friends of his, a trait of old. A trait much different to the young man rushing out, something she imagined being a man that really had to take a dump. What a fool.
Once out of the barracks, she took a deep whif of the air before moving towards her quarters. She had no rush, no need to waste energy, simply walking as calm as a rosebed back.
@KawaiiKyoukoI wouldn't have made that sample post quick. Prior to me starting this game, the players in this game had to go through a pretty rigorous review of their CSes and sample posts in order to get selected to be in this game. I don't approve everyone who applies. I only approve those who demonstrate they can post at the required level and demonstrate how well they can write their character or even carry a story. Your sample post does not show me those things, and therefore, I have to reject your CS. It is no offense. But I am running this game more strictly than my others.
Hmm.. oh well then. I'll form a better sample post later when I'm by a computer, I suppose.
[quote=@Holy Soldier] @KawaiiKyoukoI recommend you refer to the IC and read about Fairy Island. I also need a writing sample from you involving the character you wish to play.
Right'o. I made some adjustments to the current thing, and added a quick sample post.
Name: Mania Livington Age: Mania's age is uncertain, though rumoured to be around 200 through folktales. At sight however, she hardly seems to be older than 17. Sin: Lust Height: 5'3 Weight: 104lbs Hair Color: Auburn Eye Color: Emerald green Gender: Female
Written Appearance: The rumours of Mania's dazzling beauty are widespread, and the tales of her deeds are many. Yet should one meet her, one would almost feel disappointed. There's certainly some appeal to her, but the tales seem to hyperbole her otherwise fairly plain look. Short, she is. Her auburn hair falls down her back, the tips ending just below her shoulderblades in a dense, wavy, almost waterfally-fashion. Her headshape is that of a heart, with slightly puffed out cheeks that give her a slightly childish touch. Her eyes line up, and seem wide and impressed by everything, as if it is the first time she sees them. Her lips are fairly thin and unremarkable, and the nose is small and perky.
Her body is however in a fine hourglass form, and all her extended limbs seem small and fragile. Her chest area offers little to be impressed by, though her hips atleast show that she is of age. Should one undress her one would take notice of her defined muscles, not overly bulky but clearly there. Atleast she takes care of her physique.
Her preferred clothing is as tame as she otherwise seems. A generic, green and loose-fitting tunic covering her torso with a tight-sitting long-sleeved shirt beneath it. Her trousers are loose and of comfortable material, ending with a tight-sitting rim to her ankles. She does not seem to wear footwear at all.
Brand Appearance: The brand is a grey-ish mark formed like a web that cover a decent part of her abdomen.
Personality: Short-tempered, crass and childish is in many ways the easiest way to describe Mania when unsatisfied. She's quick to anger and resorts to violence quite frequently if stirred. She also seems to have a masochistic side to her, and she often searches for people that can quench her rather delirious desires. However should she be satisfied, her persona is completely different. Cheerful, friendly and quite the vicious gossipper is what one could describe her as. She much prefer being this person, and does her best to keep herself off edge. As such, she's often thought to be a person of desires.
Background: 'kay
Current Story: How she arrived at the outskirts of this particular village out in the woods, she doesn't seem to recall. And if she did, she wouldn't really heed it any much thought. Something about banishment was atleast in her memory, though for reasons she did not know. No, instead, the girl travelled about, keeping out of reach from those inhabiting the forests. Whispers and stories of her presence still walk about the populace, and once in a while a curious group headed out to find this rumoured beauty.
Weapon: At her right hip is a coiled rope clamped in place. When unfolded, it is a couple meters long whip with nails poking out. Something she had crafted in a time period she cannot remember, yet her skills with it seem unparallelled.
Ability: Black Widow's Song, an ability that causes her song to enthrall any that listen. It holds an almost intoxicating effect, altering their view of her completely to be the personification of perfect beauty tha the stories of her feats tell.
Trees, weeds, bushes. All there was to see is just more woods. A dense forest of nothing but more lumber and pathways that all lead to the very same spot that she now stood. It was frustrating, incredibly frustrating even, how she had spent the third day in a row to get away from this very spot. And yet, all she found was the remains of her own camp again and again. The same lump of rocks with the charred wood, the same compact spot where the tent had been and the same feeling of exhaustion. How much she wished someone had taught her how to navigate and maneouver around the forest. But no one had, and now she's stuck in this forest.
How long had she been there anyways? She was not sure, at first she hadn't really bothered keeping count. It wasn't annoying at that point, but now it certainly was. Horrendously so. The short Sinner reached for the coiled whip at her flank, pulling it off while her head pounded. Thwack. Thwip. Thweeen. The edged whip flew back and to, scarring the trees in her frustration. She kept throwing the long rope around herself for what might seem hours until her arms dropped and her body heaved for air. "BLOODY FOREST!" she cried out, finally succumbing to her need for air. It truly has been too long since her last night out.
That was a filler arc. Only saw it once, because it's bad. Only filler arc I like to rewatch is the Zanpaktou rebellion due to the awesome Byakuya v Koga foght
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">If you can keep your head when all about you <br> Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, <br>If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,<br> But make allowance for their doubting too; <br>If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,<br> Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,<br>Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,<br> And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:<br><br>If you can dream—and not make dreams your master; <br> If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim; <br>If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster<br> And treat those two impostors just the same; <br>If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken<br> Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,<br>Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,<br> And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:<br><br>If you can make one heap of all your winnings<br> And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,<br>And lose, and start again at your beginnings<br> And never breathe a word about your loss;<br>If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew<br> To serve your turn long after they are gone, <br>And so hold on when there is nothing in you<br> Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’<br><br>If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, <br> Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,<br>If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,<br> If all men count with you, but none too much;<br>If you can fill the unforgiving minute<br> With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run, <br>Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it, <br> And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!</div>
