Peeling off the broken breastplate of a stoic knight who only fights and never speaks, just to realize thereโs nothing in there. Not metaphoricallyโthe armor is literally empty. It doesnโt appear to affect him. If the armor stays mostly in the shape of a knight, he just gets back up to keep fighting. But with the chest plate off he just sits there, equally impervious to curiosity as I reach up into the cavity where his body mightโve gone. Stubbornly, no answers are found anywhere in there.
So I forge him a new breastplate and on the inside, because I know he has plenty of room, I put a little pocket. Not big enough to hold anything functional of course. Just a little extra piece to see what heโll do with it.
He comes back next time with some grievous injury to his nothing, presumably from the massive shredded gash across his thigh plates. He sits and waits. I fix it for him. He is still nothing in there. I decide to add a drawing on the inside, of the type of beast I imagine could rend metal into scraps with a single blow. He puts it back on. He no longer moves as if he is injured.
Over time the interior of the knight becomes decorated with whatever odds and ends I could think to attach to the inside of a guy whoโs got room to carry it. What really gets me is that he never removes any of it. Never requests a change. Not even when I installed a curtain rod for a small tapestry, or a bud vase to carry roses for his beloved, or an accordion folder for letters. He didnโt say a word for any of the many, many drawings of mythical beasts that now fight forever inside of his shell.
There are plenty of other forges. Iโm not entirely sure why he keeps coming back here anyway. Weโre pretty popular, but he could get his armor fixed a lot quicker (and with fewer ridiculous modifications) literally anywhere else. I asked him if I could get a look at his nothing again. He flipped up his visor and nodded his head so I could take a look. It was the same as it had been, filled with drawings and trinkets and weird little fixtures Iโd put in there. I asked if he was annoyed by it, or liked it, or felt anything at all, but he literally only ever says nothing, so Iโm not sure why I asked.
Thereโs not much room left in his nothing now. When he comes back for repairs Iโve had to fix my own foolish additions. Some of these pieces are intricate and irritating to repair, but I fix them anyway. It feels wrong to take any of it away from him now, even though Iโve been rudely encroaching on his nothingness to the point where itโs barely even there. How he squeezes his nothing back into a body so full, Iโll never understand. But itโs a game to me now, finding a spot not yet filled and putting something there. A dark part of me wonders if he ever gets filled up completely, if whatever sorcery holds the nothing-knight together may break, and it will all clatter unceremoniously to the floor.
When he hands me his breastplate yet again, it is so shockingly disfigured that I wonder if being made of nothing has somehow kept him alive. No ordinary knight could sustain such injuries. So I fix it. And he waits, unmoving, in a quiet corner of the forge. Itโs like heโs watching, even though I know the reading glasses I put inside his helmet were just for fun. Iโm careful to put it all back exactly the way it was when he last left. Thereโs no room to add more this time.
He examines the breastplate, and pauses before putting it back on, like heโs looking for something. Is he worried about the fit? But it suits him just as it always did. He calmly points to a little space, about an inch, between a miniature shelf and one of many pockets. Thereโs nothing there. I ask him whatโs wrong, and again he points. Itโs the most emotion Iโve ever seen from him, and itโs barely anything at all. I take it to mean he wants something there.
I spend some time engraving a little snail in the gap. He watches, as much as nothing can watch. When Iโm finished he holds the breastplate, but he doesnโt put it on right away. I ask him if somethingโs still wrong. He says nothing, and puts it on. I tell him I canโt add anything else. Even if he could ask, thereโs no room left.
Next time he comes back, thereโs nothing wrong with his armorโhe lets me check to make sure. I ask him what heโs doing here. Out from one of many pockets, he retrieves a tiny rusted knife. Itโs in miserable condition, barely worth saving. I tell him I could make him a nice new one, but Iโll fix it if he likes. He puts it away and reaches around to find something else, a needle and thread. Better condition, but Iโm not a sewist and I tell him as much. He puts them away. He then retrieves a little twisted piece of wax paper. I open it. Itโs candy. I ask if I can eat it. He says nothing. I eat it. Itโs flavored with cinnamon. Iโm surprised he let me take it.
He keeps bringing me candy now. His armor is the most laborious to repair out of every client my forge serves, but itโs my own fault so I canโt complain. Sometimes he keeps me company while I work. I wonder if he is trying to tell me something when he hands me mints. I wonder again at the lemon lozenges. He stares at me when I eat, as much as nothing can stare.
One day he brings me a little jar of honey. I thank him, I tell him Iโll save it for dinner. He watches me work, he puts his repaired armor back on, and he stays. My shift passes slowly, and when I finally pack up to leave itโs dark outside. He follows me out of the forge. I ask him where heโs going. He points to the jar in my hand. I ask him if he wants to watch me eat it. He says nothing, but the nothing-knight clearly wants something, so I open the lid and dunk my finger in the honey. I try not to get any on my chin. He stands there, inches away, watching me try to consume this jar of honey without a utensil. It tastes like clovers. About half the jar is left when Iโve finally had enough of pretending to be a bear, but he doesnโt move to leave.
I ask if heโs going to follow me home. He says nothing. I tell him he can if he wants to. Again, nothing. I start walking, and he follows at my side. I know heโs not going to say anything ever, so I fill the silence. I tell him Iโm grateful for the sweets, I tell him about how his various components are made, I tell him Iโve never met anyone made of nothing before. I tell him itโs a rare opportunity for a smith to work so much on the inside of something. He says nothing. I tell him again how much I like the candy.
It occurs to me that maybe filling me with sugar is as close as he can get to filling someone elseโs empty armor with trinkets. Iโm not sure if thatโs really why he does it. I tell him I donโt have room to be filled with anything on the inside, not like him. Iโm not a container for much besides food. He offers me another piece of candy. Maybe he likes containing something, the way I like to feel full. Maybe itโs nothing at all.
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I didnโt edit this even a little bit. Thanks for reading!
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Old Amiga lesbian who's tired because she's not been #hot# for many years who meets a young spry alienware girl and they fuck nasty and y'know what I think you get the point
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The original hand-built wirewrap prototype Amiga computer... that's a dozen boards of mostly 7400 series logic to approximate chips that hadn't been created yet.
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me: so this should the place yea. i saw a weird ass fuckin dog in these sewers. nasty ass fucker. yeah it should be around here. oh yeah real quick just a reminder you can use the right trigger to equip your flashlight and aim it an enemy
my friend: can you stop saying shit like that its weird. i dont like it. (takes her flashlight out and points it down the empty sewer)
me: (smirking like a total piece of shit) oh yeah if you wanna reholster it you can use the b button to attatch it to your belt
my friend: (holstering her flashlight) i know how to holster a flashlight dude. why do you keep mentioning buttons.
me: no reason. the weird dog should be somewhere up ahead. i know its loading zone is near. oh by the way, totally random piece of advice, but when near a non playable character or enemy, you can use the L+R triggers at the same time to grapple them and then hit a to kiss them on the mouth passionately
If you use Firefox, you can go to the about:config page, search for "media.mediasource.enabled" and double click on it to set it to false. After you restart Firefox, all youtube videos will load entirely even when paused! This also affects other streaming websites :)
go to About:config
find media.mediasource.enabled and toggle it to false
find media.cache_readahead_limit and change it to 9999
find media.cache_resume_threshold and change it to 9999
additionally if you'd prefer mp4 to webm
also in about:config, find:
media.encoder.webm.enabled
media.mediasource.webm.audio.enabled
media.mediasource.webm.enabled
media.webm.enabled
and toggle them all to false
note!
this will limit video to 1080p
and use https://addons.mozilla.org/en-US/firefox/addon/dont-accept-webp/ to kill WebP
Fuck Google
There's a veracity to this drawing that made me tear up a little. It should be such a shitpost idea, but there's real thought to the design here- it looks like Gordon Freeman transitioned, not like she was hit with a magic ray that gave her idealized facial structures and proportions.
Thanks for making and posting this, it legitimately made my night better. She's perfect.
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