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Princezam Sign Room stream title: The Dark Knight (april 28th, 2024)

The Weaknesses Of My Enemies

Minutes greatest strength is PVP but if all of the battles we have are based on his decision making, puzzle solving abilities or any skill that really isn't just PVP. I will always have the upper hand. The more evil and harm I do the more Minute will realize that his plan to not kill me or ban me is simply just holding him back.

Plans And Ideas I’d Like To Do

I want Minute to find something big thats really just part of my game. I want to place a bed and cover it in obby to see if they’ll ban me. I want to make 2 videos that will piss off the server + Minute. I want to force Jumper into killing me since shes the most corruptible. I want 2 innocent factions to blow up eachothers build to save 1. P1 has to blow up P2’s build to save their own < Example

Difficult Choices For My Enemies

If I want this to work out I need to force my enemies into making difficult choices that put pressure onto them. Right now I’m not doing a good enough job at that so I’m being taken Lightly. Because of that Minute and his team can’t grow, can’t learn, can’t deepen their resolve or anything. I want to see them break their limits and remove their morals. Break all of their rules. become their most chaotic selves and I can’t achieve that without constant pressure. The greater the pressure the deeper the revelations that will come from them. I need ideas that force my enemies to make difficult choices U.P...

My Purpose The True Meaning

MinuteTech wants a peaceful SMP with no violence or banning at all. a world willed with order and civil people. I on the other hand want the opposite of that. I want chaos I want fighting and for the people to kill one another. The two of us are fighting for Lifesteals Soul. We both want to control how the server functions and only one of us can win in the end. I want to do everything in my power to show Lifesteal that Minute isn’t as good as he’s convinced them he is. He’s worked so hard to craft a positive image of himself but i want to drag him down from that and put him back onto my level. The level that everybody on Lifesteal should be at. kill ppl smp.

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Minute places it on his head with a sigh. "What do you want Wemmbu?"

"Well. Do you really want to know?"

"We’ve spent enough time on worlds like these that I do."

"Aww. Are you getting tired of our escapades?" Wemmbu’s smiling more now, teeth parted showing his tongue behind them.

"And if I am?"

"I’d be disappointed if you were tired of us, Minute. I really would be."

"Of us?" Minute takes a step back, raises his sword about twenty degrees. "What do you mean ‘us?’" Because it could be a lot of things. Of all they’ve done together, of everything that Wemmbu’s done to him, and he’s done in return.

They play a lot of games, and Minute doesn’t know which one he’s referencing.

"Of us. Of you, MinuteTech the warrior, and of me: the cheat you keep trusting."

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hello character who is desperate to be a good person; i want to play a game. in front of you is the one person you will never be able to save. you have the rest of your life to make peace with this. there are no defined repercussions if you fail, but we both know you're going to attempt to win regardless. your time starts now

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when zam said he wanted minute to place signs earlier in his team gc apparently bacon said “can we make him gayer” 😭😭

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Baconswag week #1 Secret relationships

There’s one vital part of the Abyss plan that Bacon hasn’t told his teammates. Nor will he ever be telling them. It’s the real reason he’s doing all this.

Really, Bacon doesn’t give a shit about Lifesteal. It doesn’t matter to him if player activity increases. This whole thing is a very absurd and round about type of foreplay. It’s about driving Ash to follow his clues, to find him. It’s a test of wits, because that’s the only thing that either of them get off on.

Mapicc and Zam questioned why they needed this whole puzzle, why they couldn’t just go ahead and start voiding the world waiting for people to notice. And part of Bacon agrees. The void could consume all, and that could be fun for a while.

But whats next once the worlds gone? This cycle is doomed to repeat, so it’s best to enjoy each turn of the wheel. And this time around, Bacon wants to make puzzles; because Ash likes puzzles, and Bacon likes Ash.

And he knows damn well that Ash likes him back. He can read it on the wall, the bulletin board at spawn posting offers and deals. The subtle ways that Ash works his business deals, how his hand reaches across the table for more than a handshake.

Both of them have come away from a few ‘offers’ with far more than they had bargained for. Deals signed with a kiss under the cover of night.

Lets just say there’s a reason that IHOB has been such a successful restaurant, and it’s not just quality product. Having the commissioners favour helps out in a lot of ways.

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in another universe

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Do you like bacon and waffles

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before you ship something stop and ask yourself... Is this otp material? Make sure your characters are:

Obstinate and inflexible in their actions

Terrible for each other in most circumstances

Poor communicators

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Emergency Lifesteal Presidential vote results:

Reddoons -> Minute Ash -> Squiddo Mapicc -> Squiddo Minute -> Minute Cube -> minute 4c -> Minute Squiddo -> Squiddo Jumper -> Minute MidMystix -> Minute Baon -> Squiddo Spoke -> Squiddo Peentar -> Minute Roshambo -> Minute Spepticle x12 -> Minute Zam -> Squiddo

MinuteTech wins with 21 votes, Squiddo second with 6, Mapicc in last with 0

Minutes policies are:

#1 - bringing back the heart recipe. It's 8 totems and a nether star now.

#2 - kit change. Netherite weapons are allowed, diamond armor only still

#3 - next week the aether mod gets added for a day. Every session gets a new mod just for the day.

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Roses and Smoke week Ficlet 4

The world is over, Ash is used to being alone. He enjoys his companion, but he knows that all people are temporary. He fails to not get attached. (leads directly into #5) ao3

”Redd.“ Ash calls him to stop, not that it’s a wise choice with the hoard roaming behind them. But he can’t stand not having this conversation.

”Yeah, what’s up?“ Redd replies, trusting in Ash to stop moving. To turn his back to the monsters behind them to look him in the eyes.

”Um.“ Fuck. The only thing worse than not telling him is telling him. Ash likes what he has with Redd. And he doesn’t want to be alone in this wasteland again.

”Never mind, let’s keep moving.“ Shit. That’s not what he wanted to say, but it’s not safe out here, to tell him, to stay.

”Right. Uh, I think that hill over there could be a decent place to go.“ Redd tries, wanting some value from this interruption in running for their lives. Ash liked his life, and Redd’s life too.

Ash nods and keeps moving, listening to the repetitive clank of all the guns he’s found a way to carry. It’s a few hours with the desolate sun bearing down on them till they reach the top of the hill. The sun’s going down, they don’t have much time to build tonight’s shelter.

They do it wordlessly, they both know what to do. Ash and Redd have built this shelter a dozen times before, it will keep them mostly safe for the majority of the night. They don’t have supplies for anything safer.

Redd breaks their silence first. Ash still hasn’t found the courage to speak first, not after his failure earlier, he just lays in slight shame. ”Ash. I know that we’re really busy fighting for our lives, but can we talk?“

There’s a foreign softness to Redd’s expression. A frown on his lips and tears threatening his eyes; but that might be from the dust that swirled through the valleys today.

Ash doesn’t really want to talk. He needs to, sure, but that doesn’t mean he wants to do it. He pushes himself more upright to meet Redd’s slouched height. If this was going to happen, Ash can’t be physically lower than him. He’s already a worse person, he can’t take any more things over him.

”Yeah, Redd. What-“ he’s cut off.

”What are we?“ Redd asks. It’s not something that Ash could have anticipated.

”We, are. Survivors? Travellers in a vast and barren land?“

”Not like that. Not ”what are we“ but what are ”we“?“ Redd stresses the syllables but it does nothing to clarify the question.

”I still don’t know what you mean.“

”Really?“ he sounds legitimately surprised by that. Ash has no clue what is happening. ”Like, uh. You haven’t been feeling the sparks?“

”The only sparks I’ve seen are the flashes of my gun.“

”Oh. Okay then.“ Redd shifts his legs closer into himself, withdrawing as much as he can in a cramped shelter. ”Can we pretend that this didn’t happen?“

”Uh. Sure. Weirdo.“

”Goodnight?“ Redd offers, he’s done talking but Ash still has things to say.

”Redd.“ Ash stops him from settling down for the night.

”Yeah?“ A faint hope was on Redd’s flushed cheeks. It wasn’t that cold up here, does Ash need to worry about him getting sick?

”I’m sorry.“ Ash tells him, then lets out a big breath. The one that had been weighing him down for days now.

”Sorry for what?“ he asks him. Ash had foolishly hoped he wouldn’t have to elaborate. Alas, this world holds nothing but misfortune.

”Uh. Letting your friends die?“

”We weren’t close.“ Redd quickly refutes. It’s a callousness that Ash hasn’t seen from him yet. Is the apocalypse finally cracking him?

”I’m sorry for not caring about you.“ Ash elaborates. The words taste like sawdust in his throat. Suffocating and dry.

”What?“ It’s Redd’s turn to be confused, his face falls. ”Ash, what?“ Redd looks stunned at this. ”You don’t care about me?“

”I’m sorry, Redd. I didn’t mean it like that.“

”How could you have possibly meant it?“

”I didn’t care about you. I,“ Oh god here was the hard part. ”I do now.“

”What?“ Redd tries to understand the heart wrenching contradictions Ash gave him.

”When we first met, I only brought you with me so the zombies could eat you first. You were expendable.“

”Yeah?“ Redd’s sorrow has whipped back around to a smile. Ash feels his heart race.

”You’re not disposable anymore Redd, I want you here.“ Ash confesses, and this is where it all goes wrong. Ash has always been a loner, he’s always been alone. It was nice hanging with Redd for a while.

Now it’s over because Ashswag can’t have nice things. This wasteland was meant as a punishment for him alone. This world does revolve around him, and it wants to do him harm.

”Oh. Ash, I like you too.“

”You do?“ he’s stunned. This isn’t how things work for him. Only tragedy follows him. Sorrow, heartbreak and now Reddoons.

”Of course, that was what I was trying to say.“

”You were? Why’d you have to phrase it so weird?“

”Sparks fly is a normal euphemism for romance, why are you so weird?“

”I’m not weird, you’re the freak here, Redd.“

”Sure, sure.“ he’s amused and unconvinced. Normally Ash is very concerned with correcting people, but he enjoys the gentle rumble of Redd’s laugh enough that he’ll let this falsehood fly. For now.

”Can you do something for me?“ A light flush covers his face shortly before his hands do to hide it.

”Oh Ash, I’d do so many things for you...

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We can do this the hard way or the easy way. wink.

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Roses and Smoke week ficlet 2

Ash and Red argue after the results of the election. ao3

”Why are you even here? What are you getting out of this?“ The Commissioner asks the new president of Lifesteal. He had been killed a moment after inauguration, and hadn’t seemed that upset. 

”Cause you just revived me? Am I supposed to turn down your gift? Is that what you want, Ash?“

”No. I want you to explain yourself? What do you want?“ The Commissioner demands. Holding the perpetrator by the collar of his dress shirt. His suit jacket hadn’t survived the assassination.

”Calm down, Ash. I’m not against you, what are you even on about?“ There’s a false sense of confusion on Redd’s face that Ash could almost believe if he wasn’t so angry.

”Like hell you aren’t!“ If Ash’s face could be red with anger it would be, instead the outlines of his body stutter and shift. Glitching out.

”Ash, talk to me. What is this about? Do you want to discuss policy? Or is this personal?“

”Policy? You don’t have any fucking policy! You don’t care about this place! You don’t live here anymore, you have no stake in this!“

”I think that’s a little unfair of you to say. When have you ever cared, Mr. Apathy? You, Ash, who prides himself on his distance, who claims to be so far above everyone that no one is important.“

”What do you mean I don’t care? I’ve always cared, /you/ of all people know that. And this world needs care that you can’t give.“

Reddoons laughs at him, and Ash wants to punch him ”And you can? You think that you can save this place?“ he asks him.

”No, but you need to fucking try, Redd!“

”Try?“ Reddoons scoffs. ”Like you have? All /you’ve/ done for this place?“

”Yes.“ Ash pushes Redd away. He wanted to push him down, but Redd’s the steady-footed one of them. ”Yes, like what I’ve done. I killed Wemmbu, I removed his backdoors. I fixed all the damage he brought.“

”Redd what have you done except damage to this world?“ Ash asks him. ”What have you ever done on this world? What gives you the right to harm it?“

”I don’t see how I’ve hurt anything here. My lack of involvement is what made me such a good candidate in the first place. I’m impartial.“ Reddoons has that confident air to him, the one he puts on for negotiations. Full of posturing and lies. Words spoken without belief but full bodied.

”Impartial? You handed the server to someone who wanted to destroy it!“

”What are you insinuating about my running mate? What has he done that other people haven’t?“

”4CVIT is a terrorist! And you’re supporting him!“

”And honestly, I don’t see what issue you have with that. Didn’t you vote for Mapicc? Someone who’s gotten a lot closer to destroying Spawn than 4C ever got.“

”It’s not about Spawn!“ Which is a statement that surprised Ashswag coming out of his mouth. Hasn’t this been about Spawn? Wasn’t protecting Spawn his goal? He told Squiddo it was the only thing he cared about. And that was true when she joined.

But now? Now that Spoke was working with troublemakers like Wemmbu, Ash had to step up for the server. Keep the code clean and stable. As Zam fucked around bringing more interference from the void, Ash had been solely responsible with protecting the world.

And he liked that. Ash doesn’t like the idea of nurturing. That’s what always prevented him from running a world. But owning a world meant protecting it, and that’s what Ash has been doing for Lifesteal. Like a lord offering peasants shelter in his castle walls.

”Then what is this about, Ash? If it’s not Spawn, if it’s not policy? Then what else is left?“ And the keyword there is left. Reddoons left Lifesteal, he was seeking better lands and only came back here when people asked him to.

There wasn’t any of the closeness that they had before. Redd was nearing a stranger compared to the man Ash had known before. Sure they kept in touch, but text and calls can’t compare to having him next to him, in arms reach.

”It’s about you! You don’t have a say here, you haven’t been here!“

”Oh,“ the bastard has the gall to be taken aback, ”Did you miss me, Ash? Is that what this is about?“

”No!“ yes, of course. ”Uh,“ No Ash was right the first time, don’t back pedal. ”Maybe. Maybe I did miss you, Red. Would you even care about that?“ Ash pointedly doesn’t look at Redd as he confesses this. He can’t, tears don’t fall from his glitched eyes but Redd knew him well enough to know if he wanted to cry. Maybe he still does.

”Ash,“ Redd says with all the weight in the world. That single syllable is spoken like a prayer. ”Ash, I missed you too. Did you think I didn’t? I kept inviting you but you never wanted to come. I figured you didn’t care about me as much anymore, so I stopped bothering you.“

”Idiot.“ Ash chokes out, crossing the space between them, pressing his head against Reddoons’, as Redd wraps his arms around him.

”Yeah, I can be pretty dumb. I’m sorry.“ Redd confesses as if that could make anything right. And it does, not by much, but a little more than Ash expected.

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And anyways, your kisses were stupid

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Roses and Smoke Week day 1 ficlet

ao3 link

The night’s air was heavy with smoke between them. Nearly obscuring Redd’s view of the pretty divine thing on the other side of the table. A candlelit dinner between them as the Ash does his best to discern Reddoons’s true intentions.

According to the rules of this date Ash wasn’t allowed to look into his human mind to find out. Redd hopes that the God complies with the challenge. The divine always think them so above humans, but Redd thinks that they’re not so different.

This ‘date’ was a meeting between minds, two people who think they’re above the rest. One of which could smite the other out of existence if he looks at him wrong.

But Redd’s not scared. He can’t make any grand sweep statements that Ash can about the nature of mankind or reality, but Redd knows how to make an offer.

”Well, this was nice; I suppose.“ Ash tells him, leaning back, creating a distance between them that gave Redd shivers.

”So we have a deal then?“ Redd smirks, Ash claimed to be unconquerable, but resources are what win a war. Supply lines and cutthroat policies.

”I think we might.“ Ash relinquishes, he frowns but it doesn’t meet his eye. In that dark purple abyss Redd sees amusement. And that had been the goal. What else could a God possibly be after if not a good time?

Reddoons stands up, offering a handshake across the small dinner table. Ash takes it, and gives it a strong squeeze. Stronger than a human grip should be; a warning to not think he’s won. Redd ignores it.

”Great, so when can I expect to see you again?“ he asks, as the air around Ash pulses, Redd wants to flinch but he’s worked to steady himself against Ash’s tricks.

”Hmm.“ Ash enunciates, making a show of his thinking. ”Same time next week?“ he winks, before disappearing in a puff of smoke.

And this is when Reddoons knows he’s won. His prize? Another date with a God. The favour of the divine. Some people say that being a chosen one is a trap, but not if you still have a spot at the negotiating table.

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Alt title: Men only want one thing, and it’s disgusting. They want to die in a war. 

Based off of Feinberg’s video: Dominating $100,000 Hunger Games Tournament

Feinberg chases down the last man standing against him and his team. Dasnerth and Fruit cover him with their gunfire, as Fein pursues. It’s not long till he trips over his bullet wounds and Fein stabs his weighty sword into him. Once, twice. Three times and he’s sure the body is still.

This is what victory feels like. A heavy silence and blood staining the ground. The scent of gunpowder fills the air and the last three men alive take a moment to relax. If Fein’s heart had room for anything besides the manufactured adrenaline pumping through it, it may have panged for Couriway’s absence.

Fein is perfectly aware of Dasnerth’s gun pointed at the dead man beside him. How easy it would be to finish him off. They all know that it’s last man standing, not last few.

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draft one for our presidnetal candiate