āFor example, if youāre trying to convince people to boycott a segregated store, your object is to convince them that boycotting the store will have a strategic effect, not that desegregation is morally important. For whatever reason, on a cognitive level human beings have a really hard time with this. Smucker cites an example of a Lefty roleplaying session where people were tasked with selling an action to people who agreed with them on principle but didnāt see the strategic merit of the action. Surprisingly, the sellers couldnāt make the conceptual switch to sell strategic merit: instead, they doubled down on THIS ISSUE IS IMPORTANT ā even though it had been stressed to them that the people they were selling to bought into the importance of the issue. People react poorly to āthis is important, so do WHATEVER I SAYā; they want to be convinced that what youāre proposing will work.ā
āBob Wing, a grassroots organizer, explains this nicely: āIf winning feels impossible, then righteousness can seem like the next best thing.ā But righteousness is not conducive to getting normies to join your team if your team cannot demonstrate ability to, at least sometimes, win.Ā Nor does righteousness help you make real inroads with regular people.ā
like, the most compelling ships for me always stem out of one thing: the characters have a profound, ongoing effect on each otherās senses of selves. when they are apart, the charactersā actions are still affected by each other. the way they approach the world changes because of the other.Ā
which is this deeply Austenian view of ideal romantic relationships as mechanisms by which we come to know ourselves better and become better versions of ourselves. good romance, for me, is always tied in with a sense of self-actualization, and the way in which a beloved partner allows a person to know themselves better.
Bear religion probably fucking rocks. You're a fucking bear, you're the deadliest thing on earth, once a year an endless supply of salmon just flings itself up the river to gorge on and then you nap for 3 months.
The most delicious food in the world is protected by tiny demons who can defend it from everyone except you. Your natural armor is thick enough that you can just eat the damn hive while they buzz around you. God's chosen animals right there
Regular bears tell stories of angel bears sent by the Bear God, pure white and twice as strong as any normal bear could be, who rule the summit of the Earth and kill all who stand in their path.
And they are right, those bears exist and totally do that. Humans just have fake angels as a cope.
love the idea of bears being the chosen species actually. having a near death experience and glimpsing heaven and realising it's just full of bears, no humans at all, humans not ensouled actually, humans an accidental byproduct of God's plan for bears
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But, one issue that has remained unaddressed throughout the entirety of the LOZ canon and apocrypha is the lack of a royal mint.
This implies that rupees are a commodity (a physical material that has value) rather than a fiat currency (a currency not backed by a commodity but by faith in a specific government that ensure it's value).
Most modern governments use Fiat currencies because:
"Fiat money isn't a scarce or fixed resource like gold so central banks have much greater control over its supply. This gives them the power to manage economic variables such as credit supply, liquidity, interest rates, and money velocity." [1]
We can see evidence of Hyrulean government's failure to manage their economy during the runaway inflation of Wind's era
This graph depicts the price to buy an arrow in each specific era of the Legend of Zelda games. The price of arrows between Wind Waker and Phantom Hourglass jumped by two rupees and arrow, indicating inflation.
The Origin of Rupees
So if Hyrule's Royal Family isn't minting rupees, where do they come from?
The Hyrule Compendium entry for blupees mentions that "these peculiar little things have a penchant for collecting rupees" but the identity of the compendium's author is unverified and so is their research.
The unregulated nature of Hyrule's commodities-based currency becomes a problem in Tears of the Kingdom, when Koltin asks Link to slaughter all 167 bubbelfrogs.
The life cycle of blupees, bubbelfrogs, and the King of the Mountain requires further study but it is evident that when a blubbelfrog is killed, a blupee is generated. So Link's quest to collect bubbelgems introduces 167 more blupees into Hyrule's ecosystem. These 167 extra blupees eat, drink, and more importantly to us, shit.
So how much did this quest impact Hyrule's economy? To answer that question, some math is required.
The first number we need is the average amount of rupees that blupees shit. To determine this, I shot 30 blupees and fitted the resulting data to a standard distribution.
Blupees Moneybags Georg who shat 51 rupees was an outlier who should not be counted and thus was removed from the dataset.
Multiplying that average amount of rupees that blupees shit by the blupee population [2], gives us the amount of rupees being shat in hyrule.
As you can see, a lot more rupees are being generated during the events of Tears of the Kingdom than in Breath of the Wild. How big of a problem is this? Well, to answer that, we need to know the size of Hyrule's economy.
The Size of Hyrule's Economy
I deciding to determine the size of economy by collecting the prices of every item sold in Hyrule by every merchant (except Ramella, I forgot Ramella).
With the collected price data, we are able to estimate the amount of currency changing hands among the people of Hyrule every year.
So after all this, we can see that the amount of rupees being shat per year should cause significant inflation. And yet, you may recall from our first graph, the price of arrows hasn't significantly changed and neither has the cost of most goods and services across Hyrule with some limited exceptions.
So why aren't prices skyrocketing?
Because the Great Fairies act as the Federal Reserve. They regulate the economy by removing varying amounts of money from circulation via their enchanting services.
In Breath of the Wild, the Great Fairies collectively charge Link 11,600 rupees to wake all 4 great fairies.
In Tears of the Kingdom, they charge Link per individual item of clothing enchanted. This, in total, costs 78,280 rupees.
Accounting for a target 2% rate of inflation, the Great Fairies remove 3.28% of all rupees shat during Breath of the Wild. In Tears of the Kingdom, their rupee removal rate is 5.17% of all rupees being shat.
The Great Fairies are definitely removing less rupees than are being shat but most blupees inhabit far-flung locations that most Hyruleans are not venturing to in these chaotic times. I have confidence that the Great Fairies can adjust their rate of currency removal should the need arise.
But who is attempting to cause this inflation and why?
One thing has always bugged me about Tears of the Kingdom, it wasn't the emptiness of the depths, or the fact that it was easy to miss out on the paraglider, or even the fact that that one cutscene kept being repeated after every temple. It was that Koltin asks you, Link, to go on a rampage of ecological destruction, to hunt the species of Bubbelfrogs to Extinction.
Koltin is clearly passionate about his quest to become a Satori, but he also has a secondary motive, to help out his brother: Kilton.
Kilton started his own currency that competes directly with the rupee and admits as much.
Kolton recruits Link under false pretenses in order to destroy the Bubbelfrog population, increase the amount of blupees, and cause skyrocketing inflation. This would devalue the rupee and incentivize the adoption of mon as a currency.
In the end, Koltins crimes caught up with him and Link helped the Great Fairies stabilize the economy, but Kilton is still out there and who knows what he has planned next.
i know weāre both just messing around pretending to be whole but look at me. if the train was coming would you move. if the ground was falling from under your feet would you even notice or would it just be another tuesday for you. if somebody stabbed you could it hurt worse than you already do. what iām saying is that i love you but i think we both drive over the speed limit when itās raining. what iām saying is that i want to hold your hand and i understand about how you sometimes have to sit down in the shower. what iām saying is that iām here for you and if the train comes please move.
i wrote this 7 years ago, somehow. every day someone else finds it and whispers to me - oh, i understand this. something always turns in the wash of my stomach: i am so, so glad you feel seen. i wish you had no idea what this post was about.
i wrote this while working in a program for new writers. on wednesdays, two of the teachers would be contractually obligated to read our writing aloud to the group of 300+ teens. i had never read my work in public before. i had something like 6k poems and was panicking about it. none of them are good enough. sometimes the train is howling. it is hard, actually, sometimes, even as an adult.
and then i thought - what is one thing i wish i could tell all of them. each of these 300 kids. what did i need to hear, at 16?
i wanted to tell them about the day you wake up, and the sun feels warm finally. i wanted to tell them about carving a life out of soapstone, your hands turning bloody. i wanted to tell them that sometimes yes - it actually does feel easy. i wanted to tell them about weddings and cookie dough and long road trips. about albums of new music and old friends laughing and the sound of snow falling.
you will learn the pattern of the train. you will learn to close your eyes when you hear the engine rumbling. you will learn to let yourself have the grey days in their lily-soft numbness. sometimes it will feel like life is wet paint, and god has smeared your canvas across a sewer grate. sometimes it will be so boring it isnāt even pronounceable - the tenacious, soundless blankness. survival isnāt just ugly nights and wild mornings. it is also the steady, unimportant moments. it is just driving with your seatbelt on. it is calling a friend on the way home. it is burying your face into the fur of your dog.
when i had finished reading this poem aloud, the auditorium was silent for a solid minute. someone stood up to take a picture of where it had been projected onto a screen, and then three more people followed the action, and then - like a bad internet story, people remembered they were supposed to be clapping. kids came up to me after it - thank you for writing that. i think i hear a train coming.
i would write this differently now, i think, but it has been 7 years. i still live by the tracks. i also havenāt picked up a blade in over 10 years. the scars are still there, but these days i only pick up scissors to cut my hair. i know why you canāt tell your mom about it. i know how the numbness slips over everything, a restless horrible cotton. i know how when you dropped the dish, you werenāt crying about the broken glass. i know about feeling like all the roads have closed their exits, that you arenāt supposed to still-be-here - and yet.
i am still here, and still yours, and i havenāt forgotten. what iām saying is if any hope is calling to you - i know itās hard, but you have to listen. iām saying keep driving, but slow down the car. sit down in the shower, iām not judging you. we can stay in the dark with the good hot water and do nothing but stare. notice the stab wound. make it through another tuesday.
i know what it is like to miss yourself. do what you need to. come home to me. i am writing to you, my past self, from the future. iāll be waiting for you.
Kaiba from yugioh is objectively the funniest character ever. He lost at a card game to the plural kid at his school who he has a hatecrush on, and then got so mad about it he used all of his riches from his father's military arms dealing corporation to move the world to a futuristic card-game based economy just so he could beat that kid with as much style as possible.
Like imagine if the son of the Ceo of Lockheed Martin came to your school and you beat him at monopoly one time, and then you see him a year later and he's developed monopoly holograms so you can see giant metallic shoes moving around an actual city sized board. 3 years later and your country accepts monopoly money as actual currency.
5 years? your city runs on monopoly energy some fucking how, and the company's opened a theme park right across your street themed entirely around the Top Hat Piece because that's his favourite, he;s got a top hat shaped private jet, he keeps a top hat monopoly board piece on a necklace around his neck at all times. He sacrificed God so he could summon a Top Hat Piece in a high stakes game of egyptian magic monopoly once and it was awesome.
He wasn't even a born nepo baby. He was adopted by the billionaire CEO because he was such a prodigy. His dad was abusive as hell and eventually he challenged him to a game of chess going "if I win you have to hand over your company" and his dad accepted and got his ass beat so bad he killed himself immediately. Leaving this 15 year old with billions of dollars and no supervision.
He proceeds to take those billions of dollars of weapons dealer money and invest all of it in card games and video games and theme parks. He doesn't even gut the old company to start a new one, he just stops making weapons and starts making games. He doesn't change the company name. He doesn't even change the logo. Honestly the wildest power move to just totally overpower the fucker's legacy, damn, okay!
He also built a theme park to try to murder the plural kid before moving on to holograms and taking over the world but you know how it is.
The biggest misconception in public schools is that literary analysis is about proving you can be right or wrong about a book you read
Literary analysis isnāt about the book
Itās not even about being right
Itās about performing an investigation and presenting your case to the jury
It doesnāt matter if your defendant killed that guy or not. If you can convince the jury he didnāt, youāve won
And the incredible life skill of spinning bulletproof bullshit out your ass with a handful of facts and a prayer is soooooooo much more valuable than anyoneās ever gonna tell you
If the average tweenager knew that good media analysis meant you could force your English teacher to admit that fuckin- (rolls dice) Whatās Eating Gilber Grape is a metaphor for (rolls dice again) Why the crack cocaine epidemic is good actually- we would have far better literacy and critical thinking skills as a nation. And I stand by that
You could develop the magical psychic and illusory power to force the middle aged bitchfuck who makes you raise your hand and beg for permission to take a shit accept the premise that Cocomelon is a subversive and scathing artistic commentary on the pitfalls of modern democracy. Chat GPT essay engines are stealing this from you
The most significant lesson I ever received in Literature classes was that everything is actually about abortion.
My regular teacher was out for the day, so the āthis guy works here but nobody quite knows what heās supposed to doā substitute was in for her. His name was Mr. Moony. I suspect, knowing more now, that Mr. Moony was the special education coordinator for gifted and talented students. But thatās all besides the point.
The only thing that mattered about Mr. Moony for this story is that every student knew you never learned anything when he was in, because he was always batshit insane. He would completely disregard plans, throw them away, and tell us to do something different.
When he came in, we had just finished reading Waiting for Godot. We were well on our way to an AP Lit exam, tired and worried, and we had a practice essay coming up based on this play. And he said, āyouāre all burnt the hell out, so Iām going to write an essay for you.ā We all cheered because, hell yes, a lecture day. We didnāt have to do shit. We could all tune out and stop caring.
And then he started going.
We were enraptured. This man deconstructed the two act play into a masterpiece, quoting ancient literature on theology and God, as well as personal details about the author, to reveal to us all that, actually, Waiting for Godot was the authorās roundabout way to show the anguish behind the politics of the pro-life/anti-choice movements, and the authorās criticisms of abortion.
He went on for a half hour, writing faster than we could really keep up with. By the end of his rant, we were all nodding along. At the end, he slammed his hand on the board and shouted āABORTIONā to really make his point.
āSo, do you all think thatās what this story is about?ā
The majority of us nodded, myself included. And this man looked at us, scrunched his face like Kermit the Fucking Frog, and went, āno the fuck itās not. I made all that up.ā
There was a beat of everyone feeling like their time was wasted. Some students very frustrated because they were trying to take notes and just realized it all was fabricated. One or two who were angry about being woken up to him shouting abortion.
And then he looked at us. āHow many of you only believe itās about abortion because thatās what I just told you to think?ā
Quite a few raised their hands.
āThen I did English good.ā
The rest of the time of class was spent with him teaching us various styles of analysis, though sadly my amnesia has claimed most of this part from me. I remember my belief in English being entirely shaken at this point. But at the same time, I also got what he was saying, and it opened my eyes to new things.
There is no right answer in literary analysis. Thereās just answers people want to hear, or answers that are compelling, or answers that arenāt those things. The answer that Waiting for Godot was about abortion was not something all of us wanted to hear, but he made the answer sound compelling ā and so we were riveted.
My next essay I wrote for that class was about the setting of the play, and how the entirety of Waiting for Godot centers on the anxieties of losing the modern family ā and even modern life as we know it ā to technology, and via that idea, the climate crisis.
I got a 100%. My teacher highlighted my (thankfully anonymous to the class) essay, particularly because the first sentence was ācompelling,ā due to my absence of proper grammar rules; Iād started it off by just saying, ātrees.ā
That was the day I really knew I loved English ā not just enjoyed reading and writing, but genuine love of playing with the language. And itās this love that I try to instill into my students.
A List of all the lesser-known sorcerers/sorceresses in Arthuriana
A.K.A. Everyone who's not Merlin, Morgan le Fay or Ninianne/Vivien/Nimue. 'Cuz they're oversaturated
Taliesin the Bard (Welsh Mythology)
Ambrosius Aurelianus (Historia Brittonum)
Uther Pendragon (The Welsh Triads)
Menw ap Teirgwaedd (Welsh Mythology)
King Arthur (?) (Welsh Mythology)
The Nine Witches of Ystawingun (Pa Gur)
The Nine Witches of Caer Lloyw (Peredur)
Orddu the Witch (Culhwch and Olwen)
The Nine Sisters of Avalon (sans Morgan) (Vita Merlini)
Queen Ganieda (Vita Merlini)
Queen Guinevere (De Ortu Waluuanii/Enfances Gauvain)
King Melwas (Welsh Mythology)
King Valerin (Lanzelet)
Malduc (Lanzelet)
Sir Tristan (The Welsh Triads)
Iseult the Elder (and possibly Iseult the Fair herself) (Tristan and Isolde)
Thessala (Cliges)
Eliavres (Perceval, 1st continuation)
The Maiden of the White Hands (Le Bel Inconnu)
Mabon the Enchanter/Mabon ap Modron (Le Bel Inconnu, Prose Tristan, Post Vulgate)
Evraine (Le Bel Inconnu)
Lady Tryamour (Lanval/Launfal)
Klingsor (Parzival)
Kundry (Parzival)
Giramphiel (Diu Crone)
Gansguoter (Diu Crone)
Enfeidas (Diu Crone)
Fairy L'Orgueilleux (L'Atre Perilleux)
Queen Morgause of Orkney (L'Atre Perilleux)
King Celidoine (Vulgate Estoire de Graal)
Guinebal (Vulgate Merlin)
Master Elias of Toulouse and his fellow clerks (?) (Vulgate Lancelot)
Vortigern's Clerks (Vulgate Merlin)
Lady Gamille (Vulgate Lancelot)
Lady Brisen (Vulgate Lancelot, Le Morte D'Arthur)
Lady Sebile (Vulgate Lancelot, Le Propheties de Merlin)
The Queen of Northgallis (Le Propheties de Merlin, Le Morte D'Arthur)
The Queen of Sorestan (Vulgate Lancelot)
The Queen of Eastland (Le Morte D'Arthur)
The Queen of the Out Islands (Le Morte D'Arthur)
The Lady of Avalon (Le Propheties de Merlin)
Queen Crisea (Post Vulgate Queste del Saint Graal)
Tanabos the Enchanter (Post Vulgate Queste del Saint Graal)
Darnant the Enchanter (Perceforest)
Hellawes (Le Morte D'Arthur)
Annowre/Elergia (Le Morte D'Arthur, La Tavola Ritonda)
Lady Lynette (and possibly Lyonesse) (Le Morte D'Arthur)
Pulzella Gaia (Pulzella Gaia)
Sir Fellone (La Tavola Ritonda)
The Green Knight (Bredbeddle ver.) (King Arthur and King Cornwall)
King Cornwall (King Arthur and King Cornwall)
Archimago (The Faerie Queene)
Acrasia (The Faerie Queene)
Busirane (The Faerie Queene)
Duessa (The Faerie Queene)
Telorique (Memorial das Proezas da Segunda Tavola Redonda)
Notes:
This list is tentative and subject to change.
The list discounts Saints and other Christian Holy Persons (such as Galahad). It also discounts characters with "superpowers" (such as Kay and Gawain). In general, the focus is on "Spellcasters"/Magic as an art or skill (Admittedly, the line is very murky).
Fairies (and Goddesses) are included due to the Medieval writers' efforts to rationalize such figures as enchantresses and sorceresses
And this is the other foot - though super powered knights are definitely a grey line I am going to have to explore why Arthur and Pendragon made it on this list
Arthur is included on this list due to a combination of his various accounts of wonder-working in folk stories and his status as a bard in the Welsh literature. However, it is open to interpretation, hence the question mark.
Uther Pendragon is described in The Welsh Triads as a keeper of one of the "Thee Great Enchantments of Britain", which he taught to an apprentice: the enchanter-knight Menw ap Teirgwaedd, who is also on this list.
if you told vin diesel fast and the furious you were gay he'd be like "Some people like driving stickā¦some people like driving automaticā¦what matters is you cross the finish line.." and then he'd rev up a dodge challenger and drive through a building and kill 16 people
If you asked if he was cool with trans people, he'd probably say "sometimes, aftermarket parts are the only way to get the vehicle you really want. Everyone should have the right to hot rod."
I was once talking to my 75 year old Chinese dad in passing about a trans friend of mine not getting along with her family and he asked why and I said err, because she's trans, dad.
He asked: "Oh, was she the only son or something before *waves hand*?" and I was like, warily, no she has two brothers. And he responded with a great deal of confusion: "Then what's their problem?!?!"
Later on: "Anyway, even if she WAS the only son, that's not her problem, that's THEIR problem. They should have had more sons if they were going to be bothered about it."
Knowing what I know about chinese culture thereās something so beautifully simple about his logic of āno son to carry on family name/look after them in old age/all the other stuff? Skill issue! Shouldāve had more sons! Shouldāve kept the family unit strong yourself! Blaming your daughter for your own failure of family planning is W E A K!ā and then he learns there are more sons and it completely breaks his train of logic because if yes to more sons then why issue?? You have two others and youāre mad you donāt have three?? Whack. Greedy.
I can already envision him as an ancient lord of a powerful house looking down his nose at the latest messenger bringing gossip from the house of his offspringās friend and going ānow they have a daughter to marry into another family for powerful alliances and two sons to take over her former duties and somehow theyāre still complaining about their good fortune? They shall not survive the winter.ā and then sipping his tea with all the grim satisfaction of someone about to watch an unnecessary soap opera of drama unfold from a safe distance or something
That's a funny image for sure, though I think if there's a typology of Chinese philosophical mentality, there would likely be a spectrum from "Confucian patriarchal lord" to "Buddhist monk / Taoist hermit" and my dad renounced at 18, was a monk for a time, before coming back to work for his family since they were poor š¤· it was what 3 years after we gained independence from the British so the economy was probs a mess.
When he found and married my mom, he was nearly 45 and they had so much trouble conceiving that he went to a Guanyin temple supposedly "magical" for praying for children. When I was born (not a son, also an only child until now), my mom said, "when you prayed at the temple did you ask for a son?" He said, "Aiya, everyone is asking for sons, so I said any gender is okay. If I asked for a son, maybe we wouldn't have gotten a child because Guanyin's son quota is already used up. Do you want that to happen?" My mom laughed for days about "son quota" and continues to tell people about it today, but her honest answer was: "Any child is okay."
Jokes on them. They didn't specify a gender, so Guanyin Ma gave them a non-binary child!
More seriously: my dad doesn't care about sons. When I told my parents that I wouldn't marry or have children, I thought he might be disappointed, but he wasn't. Then again, maybe I should have expected that, given he tried to become a monk at 18 š¤Ŗ I think he said the thing about sons to poke fun at people who care too much about sons because he frankly thinks it's all a bit ridiculous. In his eyes, a child is a child, so what's the point in caring about gender? If the child "changes" gender, does it make a difference?
When I first spoke to my mom about trans issues, still closeted at the time, she said, "I don't understand why they feel the way they do, but they aren't hurting anyone so don't bother them. They are normal people just minding their own business." I said, "I agree, but on the topic of not understanding: Mom, do you think that when we reincarnate, we are always born into a body of the same gender?" In Buddhist stories, there was a lifetime in which Guanyin was reincarnated as a cow or ox, and in repayment for my birth, my dad does not eat beef till this day. Gender or species isn't constant in the cycle of rebirth. My mom said, "No, you're right. Whatever thing that carries on has no gender. I was probably male, human or animal, in one of my past lives." And she has supported trans rights even more ever since.
I love rambling and I have Arknights brain disease (instead of brain there is Arknights gameplay), so Iāve decided Iām just going to ramble about my favourite Catholic lesbian Fiammetta Arknights and archive it here because I like her a lot! Both as a playable unit in the game and as a character in a story.Ā
A quick overview of Fiammetta Arknights: sheās an angry phoenix and an Artilleryman sniper. That means at E2, she costs a billion DP to deploy, has a dummy thick attack stat, 5 rows of range, and her attacks do physical AOE damage. Her first talent causes her to constantly lose health ā she is literally burning up ā but when her health is over half full she gets a 25% attack boost, and at 80% health and above, she gets a 50% attack boost. This means she will often need a babysitter; while she cannot die to her own self-immolation, it leaves her with 1hp, so she will obviously die if an enemy sneezes on her at that point. Her second talent gives her a small attack speed boost when she isnāt using a skill, which only really synergises with S2, and is rather negligible in such a slow-attacking unit anyway.
Firstly, I really adore her kit from a gameplay perspective because it leans very heavily into the traits of her Artilleryman archetype, both in its strengths and its weaknesses: a huge attack stat (that can get even bigger), a huge range (that can get even bigger), and splash damage (that can get even bigger), all offset by a hefty deployment cost (which also gets even bigger if you consider how you need to deploy a healer to keep her healthy) and slow attack speed. This in contrast to operators like Mountain, who āfixedā the brawler archetype by justā¦ becoming a centurion. It makes for a strictly weaker but more interesting unit, IMO.
Secondly, I am constantly thinking about how interestingly her gameplay ties into her character and narrative. Sheās very notable for being able to attack when there are no enemies in her range ā an extremely unusual trait in AK. You can activate her S2 even when thereās nobody there, when most nuke skills (e.g. Cutter) require a target to be in range, and her S3 famously just pew pew pews forever. She isnāt strictly unique in this regard but itās rare enough to be of note. This has the gameplay advantage of extending her range through her splash damage, but Iāve always thought it also really fits her personality as someone who is driven, single-minded, somewhat ruthless, and uncaring of collateral damage. āI donāt care if itās irrational, meaningless, or futile - when I make up my mind to do something, I do it!ā
Iāve also been thinking about this artwork a lot and firstly, itās just a good fanart that goes really fucking hard and more people should look at it. Secondly, it made me realise that all three of her skills extend her range. S1 outright states that it gives her an extra row, but S2 and S3 can also hit the same distance because they both give her increased splash damage. Itās as though since that night in Kazdel, sheās constantly tried to reach further and further forward, as though desperate to close a gap. Some smart alecs will be like ālol just use S1ā ā but all of her skills are offensive recovery. No matter how hard she tried, she would still have been out of time. She cannot get anywhere by waiting; she has to be doing ā with nothing to shoot, sheās helpless. In contrast with almost every other artilleryman, she has no utility or crowd-control in her kit at all - with nobody to aim at, and no vengeance to exact, sheās useless. Isnāt that why sheās still so wrapped up in her vengeance and anger?
At the same time, sheās just about the only one left who still holds blame in her heart for that incident ā both toward herself and toward Andoain. She canāt let go of her guilt and resentment even after the people sheās avenging have found a way to do so. Itās to the point where her S3, the one that can most easily be interpreted to be showing her obsession and her borderline desperation, gives her a literal blind spot. Sheās so consumed by vengeance that she will shoot at ghosts, exert herself when there are no enemies, and barely sees the ones closest to her.
She is hardly the only character whose gameplay and story integrate like this; AK does this all the time. Leeās operator overview is one of the funniest pages on Gamepress. Shiny Nearlās s2 uniquely bypassing the deploy limit perfectly reflects her role as the Radiant Knight ā to arrive even when all other hope is lost, to be a beacon in the dark. But Fiammetta really is one of the most interesting and flavourful units in the game to me, from a variety of perspectives (including the shallowest but arguably most important ones of loving her artwork and theme song), and part of that is exactly due to the fact that she has so many flaws as a character and drawbacks as a unit.
Every other Arknights character is like āThis is Gabapentin, she loves donuts, jazz music, and eating pussyā and then you read her operator file and itās some shit like āAs a child in war-torn Russia, Gabapentin was beaten half to death every time she expressed a positive emotion, until she developed magic rock cancer. However it seems now after years of treatment with Rhodes Island, Gabapentin seems to be smiling more, especially when seen in the company of Operator Hockeypuckā
And Operator Hockeypuck is something like āa single mom from rural Wisconson with a knack for heavy machinery because it bears a striking similarity to the equipment she would use on the farm. She may or may not have committed felony murderā
There's a Chinese meme that the Yellow River doesn't need rituals to present sacrifices because if it's hungry it'll come onto the shore and eat the sacrifices itself.
#some netizens also say chinese people like unification because only a powerful unified dynasty can survive the yellow river and sometimes #also the chang jiang when they decide to flood and change directions and kill and displace millions #also only large dynasties have the resources to do hydroengineering to try and control the yellow river #yellow river be like: if you don't hydroengineer you die #but if you do you might also die heehee #āwe call these our mother rivers not because they are gentle but because we are too scaredā tags on above post
