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@flightlessbirdgirl
hey yeah so after yesterday i thought i should let you know that when you call me things like "severely mentally unstable and prone to frequent episodes of psychosis" or "a danger to herself and others" or "a himedanshi" that this is who youre talking about. so maybe just keep that in mind next time. thanks.
ghost of Moving Day yet to come: "Remember to take lots of photos of the apartment on the first day you move in."
why are people setting off fireworks for moving day? it's not that big of a celebration i don't think
I am the star-shot panther.
I was hunting the other night. The prey was a young woman of the nearby village, the kind of which I had taken many. The door to the house was unbarred and I went in and attacked her, but it was not a clean kill (as happens to any huntress from time to time), and she made enough noise that more humans showed up and made much more noise and brandished several weapons. Convinced that my meal for the night would no longer be easy as I liked, I left.
I did not learn until later that one if the other humans who came to help was a huntswoman of some actual skill, unlike most of the novices who have tried themselves against me. She had come from far away to slay me, as she had slain several maneaters before. A reputation is a poor thing to have with one's prey.
That night she and I both listened to the death-noises of the woman they had fought me off of. She lasted until morning. It upset me that I did not get to eat her, even though I had killed her, but that is sometimes the way of things.
I instead ate a bird that day, and slept.
The next night the forest was filled by the bleating of goats. Two of them kept calling out uselessly to each other. I approached, cautiously, to find each was tied to a tree on one edge of a clearing. I did not understand why they were making such noise when they could not even run. I took one and carried it off and left the bones and the horns and the hooves behind. I heard rustling in a tree on the other side of the clearing.
I slept in cover through the day.
The next night, I found where the huntswoman had hidden. She was up a tree, with a sight line to where the remaining goat had once again been tied up. That thing still bleated incessantly, even without a companion. I wondered why.
The human had surrounded the bole of her tree with dense boughs of compacted thorny brush. I could not climb it. I tried to pull down the palisade of hooked thorns. I did this from the opposite side of the branch the human was sitting in, as her perch had looked very precarious and I doubted she could turn easily. It was to no avail, the brush was attached too securely. I heard her rustle around on that branch though. I hope I scared her.
I decided to settle for the other goat tonight. There was more rustling in the tree as I left it. As I pounced for the goat there was a tremendous noise, almost like the crashing of a tree to the ground but without the preceding breaking of branches. The noise was accompanied by a flash of light and a sting of shattered ice in my flank. In shock I flipped around from the goat. I fled. The goat bleated after me, gloating despite its own wounds.
After a while I sat under some brush and licked my wound. Just scrapes, I had taken worse in duels.
After some time of that, I heard the distinctive cacophony of human beaters making their way through the forest. Light from their handheld fires made its way through the brush.
I wanted to ignore them, but they came towards my resting spot, their lights were very bright, they were very angry, and I was upset myself at having been wounded. I sprang up over a bank and let loose a scream which I knew humans found marrow-curdling. All of the torch-bearers fled, and dropped their flames, but the huntress who was at the front of their column held her ground. I, shadow and death in aspect, renowned and reviled in my killing, charged her.
I saw a star unlike any I had ever seen in the sky. It ate my eyes. It split into two. Scintillating echoes ran from nose to claw within me. Tides of sound flooded and ebbed. I knew there was no other creature in this forest to match my wealth of scathing rancor, though the huntswoman believed otherwise. My jaw shivered. A curved wall existed, cutting all things.
I awoke in an ocean of rotten blood.
Beatrice: Ohhhh...Battlerrrr....did you hear that Witches have figured out how to turn a sphere inside out...?
Battler: What's the big deal, then...? Isn't that easy? Just poke a hole through it!
Beatrice: But the point of it is to do it magically...! Using a sphere that cannot be pierced, creased or bent sharply.... but can pass through itself...!
Beatrice: If you say so, then try it, Battler!
Battler: Okay... here goes... I'll just pull the two halfs through eachother!
Beatrice: Watch out, Ushiromiya Battleeeer....! You're pinching it infinitely tight....!
Battler: Uwooooo! It's useless....! It's all useless....It is impossible to turn a sphere inside out...!!
Beatrice: Ohhhh...really...?
Battler: Is this it...a....sphere turning inside out...!? What the fuck!?
Beatrice: KYAHAHAHAHAHAHA....! I DID IT WITH MAGIC....! AHAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHAH *CACKLE*CACKLE*CACKLE*
"Gretel": ...Really? After being told it's magic once, you're not even going to try to think? It's like you don't even want to return home...
Battler: But, but... but! I really couldn't follow it at all! It's useless, it can't be anything but magic!
"Gretel": Pathetic... falling for her just because she's dazzling you with words? If it's too hard to follow, simplify the problem...
[OST: Core]
Battler: A... a circle?
"Gretel": That's right, a circle. It's a 2D simplification of her 3D "trick"... so it should be much simpler to explain, right? Think it's possible to flip it around?
Battler: ...Ggh! How should I know!? And even if it is... how the hell would that prove it's possible in 3D!?
"Gretel": Hm... yeah, maybe it won't. But... don't you think it'll be useful to consider anyway...? It's like giving yourself ammunition for the full argument, right?
"Gretel": Anyway, flip your thinking around for a second... the useful fact here is that it's not possible in 2D.
Battler: The hell!? Ugh, that's useless, totally useless... no good at all...!
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Wanting to branch out from solely ferry works for fanart :) so drew fanart of an anime I’m enjoying lots atm!
One time I was in an elevator with a short woman (who I did not know) and she commented on my height (asked the basketball question) and said she wished she was taller. I responded by saying I wish I was shorter, and she immediately looked at me and said in a patronizing voice, “No you don’t.”
I’m still upset about it to this day. Who the fuck do you think you are being so rude and dismissive of me. I didn’t chide her for saying she wants to be tall, but the second I say I wish I was shorter you treat me like I’m stupid? She doesn’t have even them slightest idea of the difficulties being tall causes me, but she was so confident as to correct me, a total stranger, about what I want solely because being tall is for generally seen as desirable in society even though it sucks ass.
sorry but it's not my fault that im just inherently more morally pure than you
it kinda sucks that i can't decide not to use my cane for a bit because then everybody assumes that i will never touch it ever again. and then when i start using it again the next day nobody will say anything at all to me unless its about my cane
someone should give me a ds
what the blue jays really need tonight is length out of bieber
my wife is hotter than yours
my wife has better opinions on the cultural impact of various retro rpgs than yours
my wife is hotter than yours
