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8 yrs ago
Dammit, smell! Why do you always lie about the taste of things!? Bread is never as good as you say it is! And vanilla extract tastes like petrified ass! PETRIFIED ASS!
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8 yrs ago
Using a phone on RPG. PROS: You can zoom in! CONS: fucking everything else!
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9 yrs ago
Glorious Math Teacher: "You know protractors, right? The rules we have for protractors are simple: Freshmen use these, don't put them in your mouth."
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9 yrs ago
Punching out Nazis and wrestling a yeti, sitting at home with some festive Spaghetti, rigging my boots up with high-power springs... These are a few of my favorite things!
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9 yrs ago
Still trying to figure out whether the Crusades qualify as actual wars, or a steaming hot mess of clusterfarkery best accompanied by the Benny Hill theme...
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I'm here, and I'm stuck in the middle with you.

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Whoops, sorry. Weekend was busier than I'd planned. Your responses will be coming shortly.
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Yes, Japanese imperialism has certainly been avenged by tainting our entertainment industry with anime. I mean really, what is the appeal of anime? The emotions are exaggerated to the point of deadening my sympathy and empathy. The children's anime is all a similar plotline and the rest is either oversexualized or bland obsession with violence. (Note that some exceptions may be out there. )


Completely ignoring the fact that the Japanese were the imperialists for centuries, and especially the few years before all these nukes and things.


I feel like Cowboy Bebop defies your generalizations here. I mean, there's violence, but it's fun violence, they don't spend 10 minutes growing extra arms and screaming or doing one attack and then explaining in great detail how many organs have started internally bleeding, when two guys meet up and duke it out, there are no power levels, just two dudes duking it out. They also don't hype it up for half the episode or pretend it's necessary to advance the plot, it just happens spontaneously, as struggles often do, whenever there's something on the line. Sure, there's fanservice, but it isn't rampant or shoved it your face. You kind of have to choose to take notice, as the narrative just completely ignores that kind of thing. ("Yeah, she's wearing an unrealistically tiny dress, but who cares!? There's something going on with Spike's history!... Still, though, tiny dress, in case you're bored later or some shit. I can't go thinking too highly of you, now can I?") And their emotions can be exagerrated sometimes, but that's usually during filler.

The appeal of anime is the appeal of the good anime. I'm sure in Japan there are people who think all Western Cartoons are all guns and explosions, emotionless and devoid of intelligent commentary, oversexualized and bland, and the kids' cartoons are basically the same thing but they're about superheroes. Yet there are nice animated things on this side of the pond too. Except hopefully they don't have... Whatever they would call weeaboos in English.
Hey, Japan wasn't racist! It hated everyone else equally!
@AeonSpiral

"Planeswalkin's something that just comes natural when you fall in the right hole, love." *Crunch!* *Crack!* *Spikt!* His cutters chewed off the maid's head, and he smacked it away like a golf ball, spattering small pieces into the sand next to him.

"There's worlds an' worlds an' worlds, an you're in all of 'em at once. But also not. There's holes though. There's holes in your world that go to all different kinds of places... Places like this, where yer heart took ya. I'm you, Love. You're me, too. But also not, on both counts..."

He prodded the maid's glass breasts with his clippers. "Heheh."
@AeonSpiral

"Yer planeswalkin'. Lovely day for it, too." The man says, moving on to the fingers of a toppled glass maid when he felt that the vines were pruned enough. He seems rather keen on facing away from her, still.

"You get to head to all kindsa nice places." *Crunch!* "Exactly wherever yer heart takes ya!" *Cring-gling!*

"Hotel's just a vehicle, though innit?" *Crakt!* "Don't think any of the employees know that, though. Seems only the guest rooms work." *Crunkle!* "The rooms know who y'are though. Known since before ye got 'ere. So do the worlds under 'em... So do I."

Keeping his hooded head low, he turns around, fixing his clippers on the under-chin bump of a glass trachea...

I feel pretty!

@Eviledd1984

The Clerk again shrugged, "I wasn't there for most of his time here. He was just... Wierd. Gawky, had this way of looking right through you sometimes. He seemed really intent on convincing us not to build the hotel, but he never told us why."
@AeonSpiral

The featureless glass clerk says nothing, sand gently drops from one of the chandeliers. The place seems devoid of life, save for a man in the corner facing away from her, clipping solid, vine-shaped sand aggregates that seem to be growing out of the walls. The whistled tune of "I feel pretty" echoes off the otherwise solemn, silent, spacious walls of the lobby.

"It's much warmer outside, love! The sun is perfect for the skin. Got a nice tan, me!"
@Eviledd1984

The clerk shrugs, "He didn't stay in a room, he just... Hung around, during construction."
@AeonSpiral

She rests easily... Or rather, as easily as possible. The sounds of whistling and gardening fade into the background.

I feel charming! *Snip!* Oh so charming! *Snip!* It's alarming, how charming I feel! *Snip!*

Dreams come slowly, but they are fast, blurred, nonsensical. Something cold touches her shoulder. Right next to her, A familiar head frozen in the spherical, faceless orb on top of a glass body. The glass is clouded by slight redness. He seems to be missing an eye, various other holes have been added in. Perhaps as an artistic measure?

The whistling stops abruptly.

"Are you feeling quite alright up there, love?" Says a voice remarkably similar to Eric Idle's. "You should come down! It's lovely weather out here!"
Okay. The following may be a touchy subject. But... here we go. Recent events have brought this to the forefront of my attention.

Putting this in a hider because, well, touchy subject(s). Don't feel obligated to read this.



Did you just precede a complaint about SJWs with a trigger warning?...

@AeonSpiral

The door opens, with some difficulty, seemingly pushing aside a large sand-drift that had propped itself up against the door. The hotel looks very different, half-flooded with sand, the air dense with a playstation-era yellow fog effect, and everything seemingly frozen in time... featureless Glass mannequins stand mid-motion amid the sand drifts. Pushed by the door, the bellboy shatters on the floor.

The gardener's whistling persists.

I feel pretty! *snip!* Oh so pretty! *snip!*

@DJAtomika

The clock's ticking seemed to slow as her mind raced. It grew louder, more drawn out. There was an incessant beeping noise coming from outside the room's door.

@Eviledd1984

"I'm afraid I don't know much more than what I told the girl..." the Clerk says, "He was a young-looking drifter, 20 at most, who carried a notebook with him. He protested against us through every step of construction, and threatened one of the guys in charge with a shovel, but I think he's been arrested now."
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