#IM IGHT AS WELL LEVEL HER

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great homestuck rereading discussion T+15 (Feb 25) (contd.)

(30 image limit bite my ass once again :middlefinger:)

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SF 19:00 > love this panel! so mysterious! id expect nothing less from the great TT :33

SF 19:00 > [You'll need every advantage you can get.] idk why but this sounds ominous :{{

SF 19:00 > wait that wallpaper is soooo cool

SF 19:01 > i also swear ive seen that art before?

SF 19:01 > so cool though

SF 19:01 > wait let me search somethin rq

SF 19:03 >

SF 19:03 > i knew it

SF 19:03 > this is so cool though and i do think it suites her

SF 19:04 > ...i wonder if well ever see TG and GG's wallpapers?

SF 19:05 > some speculation: TG seems like a cool dude who likes to rap. so maybe snoop dogg? Kanye West? Eminem? maybe a rad and awesome collage of his favs?

SF 19:05 > ok so for GG... really too mysterious for me to guess at rn

SF 19:06 > maybe something plant related? like their username?

SF 19:06 > ok anyways back to readin

SF 19:06 > why is a lab singnal unsecured?

SF 19:06 > wait...

SF 19:07 > theres 413 again...

SF 19:07 >

SF 19:07 > well at least theyve reconnected

SF 19:08 > i relate to this kid on a spiritual level i think

SF 19:08 > also timers now down at 40 sec? maybe we shouldnt have done that violin solo after all...

SF 19:09 > [EB: so what is it, like an apple or something? EB: what good will that even do? TT: We'll see. TT: I've found no evidence that anyone has successfully created the item. TT: And the content of the card appears to be variable from session to session. TT: In one instance it was described as an "eggy loking thign" [sic].] rose why so verbrose ._.

SF 19:09 > tho eggy loking thingn is beautiful

SF 19:09 > :33

SF 19:09 > egg

SF 19:11 > well door problem solved. john when you learn carprentry please put your hinges on the opposite way next time thank u

SF 19:12 > yea but you fixed his hinges issues so doing it was worth it i think

SF 19:12 > he is free <33

SF 19:13 > me when im an epileptic seizure causing thign

SF 19:13 > ayo 2 news

SF 19:13 > blessed

SF 19:14 > also tree

SF 19:14 > wait... its the apple

SF 19:14 > [S] john take bite of apple...

SF 19:14 > lets do this thign

SF 19:15 >

SF 19:15 > is... is he dead???

SF 19:15 > what??????

SF 19:15 > where john

SF 19:16 > wheres my boy

SF 19:16 > my silly goober man

SF 19:16 > :<<

SF 19:16 >

SF 19:17 > epic rap battles of history: coughing john vs hydrogen meteor

SF 19:17 > i dont want him dead tho :,<<

SF 19:17 > at least the song was amazing?

SF 19:17 > wait his dad was in the house as well

SF 19:17 > uhh this aint good

SF 19:18 > ight. curtain close and a third newspost

SF 19:18 > donation commands?

SF 19:19 > heheh lol problem sleuth

SF 19:20 > [I thought it might take about one month, but it turned out to be more like two. And by "this point in the story", I guess I mean "the beginning". Really everything that's happened so far probably serves as more of a prologue than a first chapter.]

SF 19:20 > but why kill off john?

SF 19:21 > [55 days, 247 pages (with 295 images). That's a little more than 5 images per day, which is almost the exact pace I set with Problem Sleuth over the course of a year. I was very surprised to learn this! Mostly because many of these Homestuck pages are a lot more detailed and labor intensive, especially with the Flash animations mixed in there.] what. hussie is not human. no way. how

SF 19:22 > so thinking about important dates... the comic was started 413 (keeps appearing everywhere) and this doofus up and dies on 607? inconcevable

SF 19:22 > i wonder if this number will keep appearing as well. and for that matter.... let me check......

SF 19:23 > ok... rose appears on 526

SF 19:23 > do these mean anything? probably not

SF 19:24 > butttttt its always good to keep in mind i think

SF 19:24 > well i suppose i can finally answer the questions for "day 2"

SF 19:25 > and time to upd8 my page count to 247

SF 19:25 > FINALLY

SF 19:27 > Favorite Panel: Favorite Pesterlog: Favorite Flash (if applicable): Takeaways:

SF 19:27 > second time ive seen the above, and it certainly wont be the last

SF 19:27 > (i am slow)

SF 19:28 > brb reading through my archive of what ive written so i can make a better decision and try to avoid recency bias

SF 19:29 > this is still funny to me lol

SF 19:29 > bonk bonk bonk :33... a little sad now tho :,<<

SF 19:30 > this was funny

SF 19:32 > amazing panel

SF 19:33 > and of course we met emily rose today

SF 19:33 > i stand by what i said earlier :33

SF 19:33 > and here!

SF 19:34 > ok... ive skimmed stuff and forwarded my fav moments... lets do this eggy lokin thign [sic]

SF 19:39 > Favorite Panel: i honestly cant decide between 174, 223, and 238 Favorite Pesterlog: i dont really remember there being as many, so ima say the recent one (p240) with eggy lokin thign because thats funny Favorite Flash (if applicable): i really liked the violin one with rose (p222)... but also that last one felt SUPER impactful. like, the music was amazing... but john dies! probably. idk. i hope not but it sure looks like he did somehow rip :,<< Takeaways: rose is cool. nough said

SF 2/25/25, 19:41 > { (forwarded from #homosuck | tuesday) finally finished day 2 of the reread! i think john died or something though

}

SF 19:44 > wait just realized i can copy and paste emotes

SF 19:44 > i dont feel fear at this but lmao i genuinely didnt know this

SF 19:45 > we learning folks

SF 2/25/25, 20:19 > { (forwarded from #great homestuck reading thread [SW edition] | 1/14/25) [TG: like the size of texas TG: or just rhode island TG: theyre always throwing around these geographical comparisons to give us a sense of scale like it really means anything to us TG: but its like it doesnt matter its always just like: WOW THATS PRETTY FUCKING BIG TG: like mr president theres a meteor coming sir. oh yeah, how big is it? its the size of texas sir TG: OH SHIT TG: or, how big is it? its the size of new york city sir TG: OH SHIT TG: sir im afraid the comet is the size of your moms dick TG: OH SNAP TG: sir are you familiar with jupiter TG: you mean like the planet? TG: yeah TG: well its that big sir TG: hmm that sounds pretty big TG: i have a question TG: is it jupiter? TG: yes sir, earth is literally under seige by planet fucking jupiter TG: OH SHIT]

TG might be my favorite kid thus far lmaooo }

SF 20:19 > completely forgot about this convo rip. is it too late to change my fav pesterlog???

[little-bitty-froggy]

Cg(s)- Eddie Dear+Frank Frankly

Little(s) - Julie Joyful

Age- 5

It was a nice spring earning and Julie, Eddie, and Frank were outside in a nice flowery field catching or just watching bugs.

Frank and Eddie don't really get much time together due to Eddie being a mail man so they thought this would be the perfect time to hang out together. On the way there they met Julie skipping around and being her usual self. “HAY JULIE”. Eddie yelled crossing the street. “Hm”? Julie turned around to see her best friend Frank and his boyfriend. “Hiya fellas, whatcha doing”? “Oh, we're just going down to the flower field to look at some bugs and to catch up on things”. Frank said with a smile holding a small leather bag that he carries around for his books and notes. “OOOOO~ that sounds like a lata fun. Can I tag along”? “Sure why not”. Eddie giggled turning to his boyfriend. “Is that ok with you hun”? “Sure I don't see why not.” “YAAAAY~”!!! Julie jumped with joy as she ran over the boys.

—Time skip cause i’m too lazy——

They had made it to a big field of flowers of all different kinds, peonies, tulips, windflowers little rose bushes on the sides, etc. There were many different bugs to look at. Butterflies, bees, Beatles, spiders, etc.

Julie giggled as she ran threw the flower patches. “Guys look, these ones are orange and yellow too, just like my horns”. She said pointing at the tulips and then right back to her horns.

“It sure does”. Eddie gasped. “FRANK LOOK, this one's orange”. Eddie pointed to an orange and black butterfly. “Ooooo~ that's a mark butterfly”. Frank said looking very happy to be talking about his interests.

Meanwhile, Julie was in her own little world chasing the bugs and nationally falling over the ruts of an occasional tree here and there.

“Oof, dat one really hurt”. She quickly put her hands on her mouth and looked over at frank and Eddie laughing at each other in the distance. “Thank god they didn’t here dat”. She groaned (“i cant regress now, I’m with my friends right now. Ooo- but what will they say if they find out”). Everything was flooding her head till she started spacing out.

“Julie”? “Hay Juuuulieeeee, you ok”. “Hu, oh ya m fine”. Julie said trying not to sound so kiddish even thought thats her hole personality but today she was a little off. Her voice was a tad bit higher and she kinda slurred her words. “You sure cause we’ve been calling you for like two minutes now”? Frank sounded a bit worried. “Mhm, m fine, ima be ight back”. Julie then got up and started walking. She didn’t know where she was going, she just new she wanted to get away from the couple.

“Oof”. “Owy, owy, owy”! Julie cries, slowly turning into sobs. “JULIE”!!The boys cried out. “Are you ok”. Eddie says running over to the mentally younger. Julie is still sobbing uncontrollably. “Shh shh, hay everything’s gunna to be ok”. “M-m-m-m sowry”. Her sobs slowly turned into soft cries. “Theres no reason to be sorry, you just had a little accident, your ok, hehe”. Eddie reassures her. “M- what do you want me to do ki—oooh hehe”. Julie looks over at frank making grabby hands towards him. Frank gets down to her level.”are you little right now”. “Mhm” she blushes hiding her face from the two mentally older boys. ”Why didn’t you tell us”. “Cause is didn wan you to e weiwded out. I didn wan you to stwap bein m fwend”. Julie started to tear up. “I don’t know if you know this already but”. Julie looks up at Eddie. Eddie takes out a small stuffed bear and an orange,yellow,blue pacifier. “Im an age regressor too. Well a flip”. “Same here, and when where both small Howdy comes and takes care of us”. The two mentally boys looked over at Julie as she’s giggling ind stimming.

“Now, can we go catch buofwies”.

“Yes, yes, we can”.

Im so sorry that it took me so long.school has been tough cause i had a bunch of tests, but tysm for the request this was a lot of fun to make, especially with some of my headcanons.:)

[throwingideasatthewall]

Clone Wars        Brothers

I know of one of the weakest episodes the                                    weakest relation,

     I’m enthused          (No I’m not)

     Whoa,

      It’s red 

     WHY IS IT RED??

      You had one episode      about Ven         -tress

      Is it now her       show?

        Seriously,     what happened in that     �� episode?

   Hold up

  [Let        me        ch-          -eck]

    Nope still is season four

    Now with an      apparent drop in           quality

   Great

    [ *Cracks open*]

 Ai-     ght

   O-h

   B-ea         ten

   Ah      no,      he was shocked which yeah     should’ve     resulted in him being unconscious

   But     ,“beaten”?

     Not the word I would’ve use     there,  

    To be         hon-est,

    Cr-ea             -tor

     Oh he exist-      ed before her          *Spell           *             So,       He’s not        exactly Franken        stein here      (Frankenstein‘s          monster        if you’re being      damn specific]        Un-less..

    Any-how-

      Sense           Him,

       Bull            shit,

        But          Okay,

      (Seriously            Dooku is just having all the vengeance today,    

         Sav-age Op            -press

        I mean everyone’s pretty       equal on energy        so       I guess an experience                    And confidence                  (He can-                    )

             *Seriously what is up with the coughing thing I know that was a something from the Og,        But it has     to mean something,

 And have forseeable        consequences

  (Aka add to the story)

   “A threat..”

   Dude you consider-ed Ven         -tress a threat last episode,

      ?

   (Like Maul was apprenticed to Si-d-ious who by all means should be higher on the chain of command than     V-en-           -tress-                -)

          (The power chain is all               screwy,)

             Though I do kind of give them points for addressing the criticism I had last episode, of grievous being assigned assignment way                         below his belt,

              Also excluding a few circumstances this is just constantly kicking with Grievous while      he’s down,

   And I’m honestly expecting a       Face- turn         any day             now

      (Like he got a glow up one episode before                it          promptly got            thrown away,            ,)             )            “ All       of us,”

       All of us         en-ablers,

    “Con-trol,”

    You can’t control       an adult human being           groomer             (Se-              ntient)                  .                A din-n                   -er

   Also why is the waitress bot                fle-e-ing

   Like wouldn’t it’s protocol dictate,         Either conferring with a customer or                Order-ing them to                       leave?

   Like why by any name       would you program your waitress bot            to panic               .                 And frigh        ten-      patrons?            .       Why           -         A-ight-           -         W-h

   Well,     that went on to long to be funny     (Having it just cut to him ordering a cheeseburger      now that would’ve been                funny,)

                Also       - the hell?

                  ?

Look nothing about anything that just happened indicated     that this guy was on a mission or         had any sort of plan other than       malician  

   You can’t show him openly participating in the      malici-an one second and then turning around and acting         intelligent     and on a      mission            .            Not without a transition     a whole lot more          Of emotion          And expla-

    Ex;

   “Where is it? You sa-”

    “Put her down now or I’ll call the           author-ities,”

      [Catch             -es               eye-             Backs              Away                -               Slow-ly                Runs into the alley/             cargo                way]                                       [Touches box-        has some kind of indicator

       [because of now-        there’s nothing there,            I have    no idea what to do with it-         Because there was       no indicator of what he’s referring to,

   Dude just touch the box and was like      ‘This must be a clue!’

    ??   [like you need to throw some sand-      or something on there-]

   I generally have not feck       what they were going for though

 [Objectivity      needs to reflect with what your chara       -cater    is saying otherwise I’m just going to assume they’re crazy]

        (Aka            you don’t need to put all the details out there           out-front                But you do need some indication.                (Again some kind of residue or                 substance on his fingers)

               Again I would have no idea what that would mean but I would have some indication that it meant something in the greater plan and I wasn’t just watching this character go  un-accountable

               .

     [Sorry but details are    im-portant]          -      ?     [So    she straight up track         ed him       right?]

   Because if I don’t see a        track-ing       chip on him. .        .        I’m        going          to be a bit        mad. .            .       ?             -          Yeah those dots are practically on top of each other so they must be in the same feck               in  din                -ner                -                  O-p.                   -      Oh back to this boring         plot          point,           .          Maybe it’s     gotten better from the      documentary, it was    . . .         ?           .        They are un-accountable that started a war and people that could and very possibly would’ve murder-    ed you at any point,

  (I’m not sure jumpiness         but generally              aggression       would be pretty well reason,              ( Actually jumpiness at the                  unaccountable’s              would be reasonable) 

           Also yeah I know her tone is still as dry as                sand paper                        -               Zero e-motion                          -               Hey still no               e-motion                 [A lower head and  

           Quick movement

           Aren’t emotions]

           Any puppet can lower                it’s head           and move quickly,

          There’s no regrets in her line there’s          no conflict. .         .           No inquisitive-ness there             what-soever-                    -             No rais.            -ing of the eyebrows or lightning of the        eyes,

      Nor lightning of the tone or          any energy,

   Do you know to tell her pupils didn’t widen or move in anyway nor did her body language changed at all

        ... or          her tone?

 [that’s how you tell it’s fe’cki’n        boring)]

     There’s no emotional consequence to this at all

    [Entertainment as a field that relies completely on empathy, on emotion, emotional stimuli

    If you don’t have that

   It’s not entertainment

  It’s an animation and logistical voice acting       how-to-course

    [not that that’s not of        value, just that             it’s not             as             advertis-ed,           Not as        promoted,          a problem]

    Again what does         any of this           mean?

                       [This is BOR-ING-                             ]                           -

    [Pretty sure      they’ve never met this        guy,]

      ?

     Why.              ?         [I know because my             amulet is pur                -ring,]               ]                    [ All said with    no emotion,                    -                    ]          -               [Hot cold hot cold      how the thing works      nobody fecking           knows-                 -               ]      [why does he look like a damn Muppet.]

      [standing out in the field.]

                [Why,]

[it just turned off five minutes ago what makes this time            so important?              ?

 Wow that had no emotion or     commitment whatsoever,]

    It’s a snake

    A sen-tient            snake,

  [ignoring any boom-er           symbolism]

  The heck kind of logistics        does that make?

   Like to make       sentient?

   It has to have the estimated amount of      accountable          energy,

       Of everyone else

   [Otherwise you’re just a cruel God]

   Like with Zila

   She had to be very         delicate

   *Em

So,how...  ?

[”I have no time for you,” * proceeds to attempt to fight them*         Constant characterization and consistency,  what?

 ?

[This is very     Stupid]

   -?

[Si-lence]

Oh, Ha Ha ha, it’s supposed to be funny because he’s a cheapskate despite that not being establishing no emotion being behind it , ha ha ha ha, so funny

            [Damn this movie]

[Revenge against selfish and entitled boomers can be funny]

  [Not in this case with no emotion]

  [Or establishment]

 [Making this unclear if it’s      kicking down at your own level]

               Feck you

            No Emotion!

   [No motivation         whatsoever!]

   Oh yeah sure they say that his thing is fine his brother       whatever, whatever

   [That’s a whole lot of telling and        a fecking an inconsistent amount of showing

        * as well as [lower] quality

  If you want to put words      and explanations over things happening     go to documentary school

  ��[i’m sorry I’m just a little pissed about this being called anything but observation]

     If you want to do a thing      at least make sure to do it properly!

    [I’m a fan of en-        tertainment]

    [As well as observation]

    [Seeing either           mis-labeled is a damn        shame-            ]

     [Could’ve been pretty useful,]

     [Thanks to mislabeling         it’s damn wasted time]

        [And effort                -]

         [which again           damn shame                      ,           ]

              *apologies for the excessive use of                    [the word] “damn”

               Unf-ortunately I don’t have anything else to say          because there’s nothing much engaging,               happening on screen,

          [You know this could’ve been an honestly heartwarming message about        someone who’s been treated to tox behavior by their peers and        cre-ators, [.      em-bittered to the world ]     struggling to find value in themselves,            On a mission by said           pro-genitors,               And a sandstorm-             Cutting com-        munication,               To said          tox influences,

      Except for               one        (Semi)

  Unfortunately due to the lack of commitment      that didn’t happen,

 The scenes with his communication gets cut is     dry and tasteless, as well as         (emotionless)              ,         The    set up is non-existence       to poor taste.              -       And-

   [Well I have no interest in his goals so this action scene is       pretty pointless] -

           [Nor does this have any tension because these guys are Junk     -ers, We’ve seen Savage throw round heavier foes,  and we have no idea anything ~ about - this guy ~ to give this any tension -  no psy-chological weak      -ness or       dis        -like~           -                  [You’ve turned a concept that could be a less emotionally implausible       Franken      -stein,           Into           dry-wall]

    With no emotional         in-vestment

  [You know what would’ve been      fun-         [Done in        writer’s tense;

    If the snake and him had started to form a       bond; and if the snake had given him some kind of order like, don’t attack those people;

    Something           that goes against everything that he’s been taught;

     As well as the concept of people responding in           re-tribution;

     If he does;   maybe the snakes showing some          com-      passion,

      Since he knows what it’s like to be re-latively       helpless-

      Or just any sort of      em-otion-

       Because there is just nothing there~            ~No humanity there-

             No humanity-

              In this scene~

               Not even inhumanity

                [The evils in inhumanity

                  - Toxic                            humanity-

                       Or any                              - Self                          awareness-

                     What-so-ever

                     Any way

                     The story-

                     Continues to                    grate-

                    On my nerves-

                        Til the end-

                 [Oh look it’s fan-favorite; Maul

He’s     [Un-accountable-]

If only you had hadn’t establish- ed everyone else is     un- emotional      puppets

    And any outliers       as anomalies-

    There     might’ve been someone to bounce off of

     And give us a scale for how       “off         this is,

    As it stands ‘gruff’         is now a per-          sonality-                  -             And people randomly attacking and yelling things at each other is a pretty much norm,

       Great job taking all the emot-ion out      of your supposed to be      emot-ionally impactful moment

     .       *Re-veal

    [Good time to contrast any sort of feelings towards         -family-

        - it’s                 - wasted-                        -                       You know in the most emotionally charged                            reveal you wouldn’t think they’d want to hide the                    eyes-                         the most emotional part of the body-

                       [then again you wouldn’t be these writers-]

               NOTHING!

              [Was gained]

Well.

 What an awfully    cho-reographed         (Put to-gether)    (Coordinate)          Emotionless           dull                 And                un-entertaining               Mis- labeled            Observational                  Mess,    (With no harsh                      regards)                 (I pity the animation team                      that had their efforts so                         poorly directed.                         (Stitch-ed together).                          (Used)

                      (Po-orly.                          Exposé                      (Ex-ecute)

      Turning

         What could’ve been an emotionally tense and          F-ascinating story;

            About a person who’s been subjected to talk with behavior since childhood and even in a supposed partnership (in one’s supposed Gen) being sent on a quest, by one of said person (s)

             To find their older brother Gen(eration);

              Who has since given into enabling

               Getting cut off by a sand storm

              F(inding a less tox influence

                 -That seems to show some interest for his well-being,

                  The communications refusing to work after the sandstorm leading to the implication             that the toxic individual abandon him

             The emotional res-                 ponse-

            Getting re-abandoned by the less                tox individual-

            Encountering the older           tox enabling gen            -eration;

           Who not only physically assa              -ults him upon meeting

            But refuses to            ac-cept            That                   (Seeing as how                  Savage is 22                    (And an adult)                    It means he’s       fail-ed and become the very thing he’s                grown to                  dis-like,

                 And insist on staying focused on his      ven-   geance

        (Against one        group of enablers).               )

 (Expressing similar disposition to his abusers)

  (And attempting       to return to them;

    Having        gone       through         a world      of nothing        but        cruelty)

             Into;

      Cardboard cut outs enacting an           emotion         -ally           dead            story,-

         (With no proper         set up)

      [Not a yank - at the animation team.-  -Just the dead soul        -less nature of everything,

       Involved.]

 With      no self-awareness,

 About what a               dry-

[innerheadstories]

The hidden blades

    The inner halls lf the adventure guild was rather lively this morning seems a large amount of new adventures seeking glory and fame had joined recently fresh new porcline and copper tags wondered around the guilds main floor talking and laughing. On the upper floor where only the older and high ranked members were allowed sat Sinclar and Obron. Sinclar was clad in his typical black robes  and even in the well lit guild the hood kept his face hidden in shadows. AS for Obron his black plate armour seemed to obsorb any light that was around him keeping him coated in a dark and eveil arour of course that was to be expected of a dark paldin such as himself.  Sinclair raspy voice ame from his robes. "Such weak and frail lot wouldnt even be worth reanimating if they fell" He coughed from inside his robes. Obron siply turned his head to look at them from his helm before  grumbling somthign about being pathric under his breath and retning his attion to the drink before him.  Sinclar shook his head as he got up to go and find himself and his parner a new quest. While a mage a paldin may seem like a weak pair it handt stoped them from getting to the broze ranking of course they  had been in such a rank for a while The guild still didnt entrly tust them A black mage and a dark paldin did make a scary and odd pairing and hard to trust..

        Down on the main floor. A younge Aladrin looked as his porclin plate tag that reflected in his sharp intellgent golden eyes with a sigh. He pushed his long silver hair back over his long pointed ears his golden skin making him practically glow in light espically when his clothing were dark blacks and browns. But even in the dark colors it was easy to see his clothing was expertly made and of high quality . Man this sucks I was hoping I could at least start off a copper. The  priest's clapped him on the back . "Come now dear brother you cant charm your way into a higher rank. You must start on the bottem like everyone eles."  The female Aladrin shook her head Her butifull silver hair hung down her back in intrcate barids and her skin was the same beatufil gold as her twin. Her own golden eyes shown with amusment and love her white and blue robes marking her as a healer. The magical staff she carried was a lovely dark brown elderwood with a small bell on top that chimed softly as it tapped the grond.   as The male chuckled ."Why not been able to charm myself plenty of other places." She rolled her eyes "I really dont need to know where that tounge of yours has gotten you dear brother." She shoved at his shoulder lightly.       "Think fast shorty. "Came a loud shout just before a Large warhammer was swung at him. He only had just enogh time to grab his sister and jump back as he turned around His hand on his raipier before he relised it was a large golith in hard leather with runes caareved into it. "Hahahaha I knew it was you Valkier." The elf smiled Taking his hand off his Raipier. "Jugo is that you" The Large golith male  laughed as he place his hammer on his shoulder "The one and only" He chcuckled Over seven foot tall and broad as a tower shield The golith wore leather that was covered in intricate rune symblos  that also match the ones that were tattoed on his bald head. Valkier laughed "Good to see you I havent seen you since the last treity sighing." He nodded "I see you decide to finally come to the adventure guild like I told ya." He laughed.    Valkir nodded "Well me and my sister decide to leave the kingdom on our own and explore the world I assumed this was the best way to do it" He sighed "OF course these ceramic plates dont give us many options for quest" He sighed BEfore motioning to his sister "This is Seresa my little sister" The small prestes smiled and bowed her head. "ITs a pleasre to meet you. And im his twin not his little sister" She said shoving at him. The Giant smiled and bowed his head back placing his hands together ."Blessing of   Kavaki be with you" He smiled as she smiled plsently. "So you both just joined up." The male nodded "Yes we are new members still cerimic class was hopping for copper at least but what can ya do. how about you." The giant held up his own copper plate. "Still low ranking untill recently I was a lone adventure and was having trouble getting quiest that I could fufill."  He smiled "Thats why I teamed up with my compainons. A large snake man sleithered up next to his right while a small shy girl in gold and blue robes came up to stand on his left her skin was pale and her silver hair and eyes made her look almost blind. "This is Shalti she is a changling. She bowed her head and in a quiet voice. "Its a pleasure."     "And to my right is kalji a Yaun-Ti" He is from the nomad tribe in the desert plains. The snakes scales were a red rust color and  his deep red seemed to see stright threw to the core of a person his ownly clothing was a loincloth around his waist as well as leather padding on his shoulders and the staps that held his swords and quiver of arrows on his back. "ppppppleasssure" He said as he bowed his head.       The snake looked up at the Golith I have some busssniess in town to attend to, I will catch up with you later" He told him before leaving threw the front door. The changling nodded "I need to go turn in our last quest and find a new one so why dont you catch up with your frineds she said with a little bow before pulling her hood up and heading off in the grouded main hall.     Jugo smiled  "Care to join me for a drink." He smiled The two siblings nodded as Jungo and them all headed out into the crowded town to go to a tavren that the golith must have known well since no one seemed to pay his precenes any mind."    The golith and the elfs talked and drank and ate. The golith explaied the hierarchy of the guild and the levels as well as the way quest worked and collection of payment for adventures and how the guild would rank the quest according to diffuclty and only certain levels could take certain task. It seemed that thye could take any quest of there current rank and bellow but they coudnt take any quest of a higher level unless at least one of their members were of the proper rank.        Valkir smiled "So how did you join up with your comanions seems a bit of a odd Trio." He said taking a drink. "A golith A Yaun-ti and a Changling." Seresa nodded taking a small "Yes I do admit it is a little odd." She said. Jungo laughed "YA Like a pair of twins being a priest and a rouge are normal" Valkir laughed "Cours it dose I got all the evil and she got all the good" He laughed "We are the perfect balance to one another." Seresa rolled her eyes. "At least that what he tells everyone" She smiled "but never the less still I thought you were more the solo type." She asked cocking her head to the side her bright golden eyes curios about the golith and his compainons. Jungo sighed "Well as I said its hard to take a lot of missions as a solo act." He told them. "I mean dont get me wrong streght is great and my god gives me protection and prowess to fight on equal terms with most monsters........at least one on one or even 3 and 4 on one for some of the smaller ones.....But clearing out a colbalt hive is a bit hardered\ by myself. "The other two actully happened upon me that way they had taken the same quest as me before it had come up that I had taken it. Only they took longer to prepair than me so I was able to get there first" Valkir nodded ."So wht they came upon you after you had already cleared the place.     Jugo shook his head. "No they found me after I had taken out a large group of them but had also been hurt pretty badley" He lifted his leather armour to show the deep jaggad scar in his side. They gave me a healing potion and helped get me back on my feet and together we finished the quest....after that we decided to stick together as a party for a while we found that we were able to cover each others weakness pretty well." HE said. "See Kalji is a Ranger and is a amazing shot with a bow. So he has a lot better range than any of my spells could ever reach and the pair of curved swords he carries....well he could probibly stand on pair with you and your raiper" He said motioning to Valkir. As for Shalti she is a illusion mage and combine that with her own natrul abilty as a changling she is able to sneak in and out of basiclaly anywhere not to mention she can scare the hell out of damn near anything." He told them downing what was left of his piant before signalling the barkeep for another one.     The sibling nodded ."I can see how it would be handy because add them with your strenght and own magic it makes for a pretty strong party." Saresa said as her brother nodded ."Although if Kalji is as good with those swords as you say I may have to have a duel with him and see how good he really is." He grinned. His siter giggled "Really worried someoen might be better than you" He looked offnded "Better than mua you know how long I been using this blade of mine" He said patting the sheeth of his rapior been with me for damn near a centrey now." She rolled her eyes "Dosnt mean your as good as you play your self up to be" She teased while jugo laughed "ight ght ya two." He smiled looking at them. But as good of a team as we are we could actully use you two with us" He tol them as the bother raised a eyebrow "Really" he nodded          Jugo smiled "So you two want to join up with us" He smiled "We could use a priest and a thieif......I mean rogue" The elf laughed while His sister grabbed his ear "What have I told you about that brother" he laughed as "He said Rouge you know I dont do that anymore." She glared at him "They why are you holding that nobles coin purse " he chuckled "Much I dont do that much anymore" She sighed letting go and shaking her head. "Your such a pain."  Before looking back to him. "But you all seem so strong already what could we offer." She asked. Jugo smiled "WEll dear my magic is more war magic than healing so at best I can heal small wounds im much better at making my team stronger and able to take more punishment but with you and your abilitys you could help make sure none of us are taken to the afterlife before our time." She smiled blushing a bit. "Well I dont know about all that Im still learning and havent had much experince in actully using my healing abilitys other than small injurys and such." Valkir shook his head. "Shes being modest she is actully more powerfull than she lets on" He looked at him. "But if you ranger is so good wit his swords and you changling can get in and out I dont see why you really need me" Jugo shook his head. " Me and Kalji could use help on the front lines just the two of us trying to protect the two girls is a lot of work and while Kalji is good with his swords I dont think I know how fast you are with your little poker there you can intercept anything that would try to rush past us, He smiled "Besides when Shalit dose infiltration espically into high class areas lets face it your able to pass as noble and high brow much easier than me or him. Both of you are." He showed him a quild quest "We thought about doing this but sending her in alone didnt seem right with you two she would be safe incase somthing happend."       The contract was infiltration and information gathering. There was a party being held by a high dwarf lord but there was suscprion of curruption and political munipulation at play. "If she were to go in alone and get found out it could be bad for her. But with you two with her if somthing happened we would know shes in good hands." The two sibling thought about it "Well I mean I dont see a downside pluse like you said its easier to get things done with a party." Valkir said to him as the golith nodded "Aye" Seresa looked a little aprensive though "I mean it would defntly be a advantage but...I dont wanna hold you all back." The golith shook his head. "Ya wouldnt hold us back lass I know you have more power than ya think and with us we will keep you safe so you can improve." He told her with a smile      The small eldrin girl blushed but nodded ."A..alright then." She smiled "Ill do it Ill join up" As the golith smiled "Good We will be all the better for having you." His compainons entered the bar. The changling was only able to be idetified by her bule and gold robes as since she had changed her apperince to that of a human to walk the streets. The Yaun ti slithered along next to her. "Jugo we have our next job seemes there is a group of mercchants wanting a escort threw badit territory." Jugo nodded "Sounds good" HE smiled as he motioned to the eladrins. "I got us a couple of new recruites though so make them feel welcomed." THe snake nodded "Welcom abord then" The changling nodded seaking softly "Pleasure to have you"     Valkir looked at them. "Just like that no questions or anything." The snake shrugged his shoulders. "Your good with Jugo your good with me he seems to know you good enogh' He said "I assume he hass resaons for wanting to bring you along." He grinned "Just make sure you dont slow us down." Valkir grinned "Speak for yourself you think your able to slither faster than me." The yaun ti grinned "I like him.' He said to Jugo. He laughed shaking his head. "I figured you would. Anyway Valkir Saresa welcome to the hidden blades."

[colesrobot]

Ight so whats up gang

I found out yesterday that the girl I really liked and attempted to shower my love upon just completely likes someone else so that shit kinda sucks. Honestly I feel hella hurt cuz I woulda treated her so well and she chose some other mother fucker, and hes a freshman at a university hes probably a twat. I hope he treats her well tho cuz that girls been through it she needs someone too. I hate that my heart gets stuck on certain people, and I hate that girla keep breaking it over and over again. I just wanna get hit by a train like 5 times in a row. I got a new calcultor today so hopefully i pass my calc test tomorrow. Despite everything sucking my art is still thriving and i like that people are appreciating it. I wish I was like that cool level where I didnt wanna talk to anyone so everyone desired me bc i didnt want them but im just not like that and it sucks i show people love and try to talk with them. God.

[targsdaenerys]

why i do not like rose from star wars

it wasnt the movie that made me hate her. Nor the actress, nor anything surrounding it. No, not at all. In fact, i really liked her. Enough to name one of my sims kids after her.

She grew up, was pretty, was really got at art, made our toliet unbreakable. She even got two degrees from university. I was feelin very proud. She was able to get married to an attractive dude. All was well.

She got pregnant. Cool. I was planning on her havin the kid and then they could move out.

then she goes into labor in the middle of town. Fine. I usually keep them at home to have the kid but the hospital was right there so why not.

She goes and has the kid. Its a boy. I name him luke bc reasons. Im not keepin an eye on her, im taking care of her younger sisters at their house. She has another boy. Twins, ight. And then it turns into triplets. It earned an eyebrow but i mean i wasnt going to be dealin w them so who cared.

But then she has another. And another.

So at this point im just like what. the fuck. so i go over to the hospital to see what the f shes doin.

She walks out of the hospital. has none of her five kids in her hands. and is STILL. PREGNANT.

she turns around and walks back in. Good, i think. Shes gonna get the kids.

“congrats! You had a baby boy!”

wtf.

so i watch her. i watch this bitch walk out with none of her six kids, turns her pregnant ass around, and walks in to have another.

Oh no you dont.

But she had the aUDACITY TO HAVE ANOTHER.

At this poiint im stressed. Runnin out of names. Theres three alexs. and so i go to the house. shes moving out.

nope. Too many people in each house.

Now the little icons on the screen showing my house hold is being replaced by baby icons. I cant do anything but switch house holds.

So i switch to their son who moved on with his wife. And then i check to see what shes doin. hah.

hah.

she gets into a taxi with one of her nine sons and drive home.

i click on their house to see the family portrait thing and sure anough three of the kids are on the floor because there arent enough adults to hold them.

i switch to their house hold. shes standing out side the house. I cant do anything because theres no icon to click. And so i exit the game hoping for it to unfuck itself.

It wouldnt let me log back in. If this bitch broke my game i —

and it logged me in today. Cool. But her world is gone.

The dad was at level 10 in military.

The mother completed her lifetime wish.

All the adults had atleast one degree

And it all ended. Because of rose.

Fuck you rose.

[viralhottopics]

After the flood: ‘No tourists please. Help welcome’

On a journey through northern New South Wales and southern Queensland, Warren Murray meets locals contending with the aftermath of Cyclone Debbie

Light to moderate traffic is easing along the Pacific motorway connecting the Gold Coast and the Tweed, with no particular sign of storm damage or delays. But in Chinderah, just inside New South Wales and just off the highway, John Anderson is in full-tilt disaster recovery mode, contending with the aftermath of the flooding rains that ex-cyclone Debbie sent south.

At the Gateway Lifestyle Tweed Shores over-50s community, in between dealing with a stream of tradies coming in and out the office door Righto mate, do what youve gotta do, well pay for it Anderson describes how last week the water went through probably 140 cabin-style homes in this complex that he manages.

On Thursday the tide met the downstream flooding and we were inundated with a metre, metre and a half of water not a flood, but slowly rising water.

By Friday afternoon evacuation was well under way for those residents happy to go.

Gas bottles ripped off their moorings, leaking gas, electricity in residences filled with salt water, Anderson recalls. By 10 oclock Saturday night the park was basically isolated and only accessible by rubber ducky. He and his wife, Beth, opted to stay and keep an eye on things, sleeping on foam mattresses on the upper level of their manufactured home, with water swilling around on the floor below, until they could get out and about to assess the damage.

Days later, theres still so much to be done before things even faintly resemble normality. A jotting on the desk blotter says Copper gas line missing gone. Andersons mobile rings and flashes up the caller details: Shade Sail Andrew.

Out front of the park is a pile of ruined possessions that stretches for maybe 100 metres down the road. It represents in a lot of cases everything that people own, or did own. The villas are about 85% privately owned, 15% rented. Some people are insured, a lot are not because of the cost, being flood-prone.

Anderson lauds a magnificent response from the community, individuals who are pitching in to help out. The ladies from nearby Cudgen public school have been turning up with hot food, and in the top bit of the Gateway park where the water couldnt reach we had ladies there cooking sausage rolls and bringing them round. Just the most magnificent response.

Cleaning up after the flooding in Tumbulgum on the Tweed river, northern New South Wales. Photograph: Warren Murray for the Guardian

Double whammy

A short drive away in Tumbulgum its clear from the comprehensive inventory of household goods in jumbled heaps at the end of every driveway that some people lost more or less everything. A woman throws her hands up in resignation as a man adds more ruined belongings to one such growing pile. Everywhere is silt and sludge. At the entry to Riverside Drive a chalked sign says Please stop to help residents. Nearby a woman, looking newly arrived on the scene, unloads from her car a little yellow water blaster. It seems hopelessly dinky for the mammoth job at hand, but every bit helps and you know she will not go unthanked.

Compounding the heartbreak for Tumbulgum is the death on its doorstep of Stephanie King, 43, her son Jacob, 7, and daugher Ella Jane, 11, after their car plunged off Dulguigan Road and into the swollen Tweed on Monday afternoon. Daughter Chloe May, 8, managed to escape from the sinking car. I arrive on the other side of the river at 11.45am on Tuesday and line up with the rest of the media in a sludgy riverside park. We are being kept at bay as police divers continue their work after having to stop overnight. Even at this distance the water can be seen roiling with bubbles from their difficult work in the murk.

Pixie Bennett clutches a Jack Daniels in a can as she stands near me watching the recovery effort. Like everyone else she was stranded by the waters and stripped of everything that she couldnt get upstairs.

Sorry were drinking in the middle of the day but were still in shock its a double whammy for the little town of Tumbulgum, she says, nodding towards the emergency services at work on the opposite bank. She moved her car on to a high bridge before the water came but lost boxes of possessions when the water rose two steps from the top of our 13 steps. A plastic box floated past and she grabbed it, to find a Barbie dolls clothes packed inside. Our neighbour rowed over in a canoe and rowed us back next door so we could have dinner with them.

Further back from the river in Bawden Street, earthmoving contractor Ben May is opening the jaws of his Bobcat loader, plunging it into those roadside piles, clamping down on whatever he can pick up a fridge, a hot water system and then mechanically hoiking it into his tip-truck. Hes guided by concreter Geoff Percy, a 16-year Tumbulgum resident.

John Anderson, manager of the Gateway residential complex, with ruined belongings piled along the roadside waiting for collection. Photograph: Warren Murray for the Guardian

Good over-the-road mates, they have both been badly hit I lost my ute, lots of white goods, it was about seven feet deep through here on Friday but have turned away from their own troubles to help others. Nah, well be right, says Percy. The tip-truck went under but once the water receded Ben just changed all the oils and got it going. Well do this load and then head further up the street.

The words and phrases that come out at these times like resilience and community spirit can sound like cliches until you walk into the sort of situation that gives rise to them.

Two ancient pinball machines sit outside a neighbours place waiting for disposal. In their heyday, Duotron and Firepower cost you 20 cents a go. The owner bustles back and forth clearing up, not wanting to be photographed. Hes had enough, says Percy. Here for 18 years. Hes leaving. Had enough of the floods.

Three quarters of an hour after I arrived, the grim task down by the riverside is more or less done. The bodies have been removed and a crane waits to fish out the still-sunken family car. For a while this site has been the focus of the east coast flood story. Now the cameras will swing north to Rockhampton, where the Fitzroy river is approaching its flood peak.

Everyone in Tumbulgum has been at it for days cleaning up. But it looks like they have only just started. It smells like a muddy cattleyard from my country boyhood. Leaving town theres a hedgerow of household debris tangled in trees along the riverbank.

On the road towards Murwillumbah, through Condong, the same scene repeats itself over and over. Flood-ravaged sugarcane paddocks, pile after roadside pile of everything from barbecues to microwaves to baby strollers to chests of drawers and other buggered stuff. It is like an endless waterlogged forlorn jumble sale. Where will the council ever bury it all?

The makeshift sign in bedraggled Condong is a bit more firm than the one in Tumbulgum. No tourists please. Help welcome. Understandable in the circumstances.

Geoff Percy at work cleaning up in Tumbulgum, with his mate Ben May working the loader. Photograph: Warren Murray for the Guardian

Above the floodline

A floodline can be a thin topographical boundary between chaos and business as usual. This is brought home when I pull into Murwillumbah. Nearest the river there are familiar scenes of mopping up. Competition for parking spaces pushes me further up the main street than I would have otherwise gone, until I find a spot in front of the old-fashioned Austral Cafe (Established 1919).

Inside, not so far above that fateful floodline, I get to enjoy a midday breakfast of bacon, eggs, and toast varnished with butter, all in perfectly dry surroundings. The walls are fittingly decorated with historical pictures of the districts past floods and fires, putting the current events in context.

Theres friendly chatter and laughter amid the tinkle of cutlery on crockery in the Austral. But snatches of the days inevitable conversations reach me as well. They found some of his gear on South Stradbroke Island It went floating past the boat ramp He slept through it, which is probably for the best Thats the hardest part. I mean were lucky, but

I think about the people in Tumbulgum making the most of their sausages on bread and whatever else neighbours have chucked together, volunteers have brought, or providence has left unspoiled. I hope they can dine somewhere like this when its all over.

The scenic route back from Murwillumbah to the Gold Coast is over the Queensland road that crosses the mountains via Tomewin to the Currumbin Valley. The road is damaged and open to local traffic only, but when a Falcon station wagon hoons impatiently past me and around the road closed sign, I decide to chance it. I have taken the route plenty of times on my motorbike, I know it well, Im in an all-wheel drive, it cant be too bad. And a trek back to the motorway through that landscape of muddied piles of ex-goods and former chattels doesnt appeal.

Its a mistake. The weather that caused all the devastation down below has left fallen trees, debris and landslips littering the road up here. Council crews are doing what they can to clear the way through, but like everywhere in these parts they are mere days into what looks like weeks or months of work.

At one blockage I wait behind a campervan for a bit, but then people start getting out of their cars, so I pull a U-turn. On the way down theres a Toyota 4WD lying on its roof at the bottom of an embankment. The Stop/Go man with one of the road gangs says things are better on the Numbinbah Valley Road, another of my favourite motorbike routes back to the Gold Coast. There are bad patches, he reckons, but you can get through.

And the road is indeed passable, but only just. It is still partly blocked or extremely damaged in sections. I find myself having to steer around tonnes of earth that a saturated hillside has disgorged into my path, or skirt patches where chunks of bitumen have been torn out by whooshing waters, or dodge areas where the road verges have collapsed away, leaving gashes that could swallow the car. On this familiar route it would be easy to lapse into an accustomed pace and come to grief. I remind myself to take it easy.

Theres a rural version of the recovery effort that is happening back in the Tweed Valley. Unsalvageable belongings being put out for collection, busted fences being put right. In one spot a little Suzuki ute is being used to pay out a coil of barbed wire along a boundary. Flooding has wrecked the road in areas where you wouldnt even have noticed a waterway before. Trees lie flattened in creek beds.

Not far short of Numinbah village theres been a huge cascade of boulders that looks like it should have swept the whole road away. Its down to one lane, marked by temporary guide posts. From the ridge above, the little waterfall that no doubt swelled to a roar and caused all this damage has shrunk back down to an innocuous trickle over the rocks.

Two pinball machines that finally met their match when the swollen Tweed river flooded into Tumbulgum. Photograph: Warren Murray for the Guardian

Things arent fantastic further west in the Scenic Rim country either. Beaudeserts state MP, Jon Krause, has been on ABC 612 radio reminding us that rural communities are likewise dealing with the effects of this natural disaster. Crops have been lost and ruined paddocks will take a lot of work to rehabilitate before they can be planted again.

Pretty soon Im back in suburban Nerang and not far from home. Theres the odd tree lying on the ground here and there, whipped down in the high winds of the previous days, roots having given up their grip on the soaked ground. Wed already had more than a week of downpours when the remnants of Debbie arrived and upped the tempo.

In the park across the road from my house a council crew is mucking out the kids sandpit. But thats about as devastated as it gets round here. The park is part of the local stormwater drainage system, and when the rain arrives the boogie boards come out.

Last year we put on a new roof on our late 70s, early 80s brick-veneer bungalow, and consequently had to follow the 21st-century regulations. That meant threading steel cyclone rods down through the walls, tying the roof to the concrete slab foundation.

Many of the houses around us in this brick-and-tile suburb are of a similar era, but still have their original roofs. Which means they dont have those rods. This time around the winds were less than cyclonic. If more of north Queenslands most extreme weather comes south in future years as feared, we may see those structures tested. To the north, the south and the west of us, there are thousands of people dealing with such consequences in the here and now.

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