#lucys-ddr

[looosey]

Came across this incredible jawdropping video while on a Youtube journey to learn how to twerk. And thought I must share especially to our lovely heels dancers this semester. @emill-lirios and @notesoncrocs and any one else who needs a little push to get into dance this summer.

[nokingsonlyfooles]

OK OK, Finish the feed and plug the thing

Been distracted by current events and guilty for lack of productivity, but you're not gonna look at it if I don't keep bothering you!

You clicked this yet?

YOU WILL! Oh-ho, yes. The water shall inevitably wear away the stone! Or you'll slip up while trying to scroll on your phone. I'll take either! Noooo, don't just close it out! It has found families and cool magic-punk shit and politics.... WAIT! COME BACK! I'M SORRY I MENTIONED THE POLITICS!

Known Readers: 3 (hi!), 1st Goalpost: 10

Known supporters: Still not asking but I'm gonna come back with another six pack next week. I'm too impatient to wait indefinitely for my vision and illustrating ability to stabilize.

And you get a sample, under the cut! Let's see, what am I feeling proud of today...?

[How about something from Meet the Roll-A-Dance, my narrative-form cast intro. You can meet most of the main characters this way! And see how they play Steampunk DDR!]

“All right,” Hyacinth said, stepping onto the dance pad. “I’m not going to be good at it, but I know how to do it, so I’m going first. You all have to play,” she informed them, pointing a finger. “Except maybe Mordecai.”

Mordecai snorted and folded his arms across his chest. “What, because I’m old?”

“Because you don’t breathe very well and I’m afraid it might kill you. But yes, also, you are old.”

“You’re not exactly young, Hyacinth.”

“No, but I have regular meat lungs that work better than yours.” 

“And whose fault is that?” he cried.

She tipped up her nose. “Furthermore, I am more than willing to humiliate myself to have a good time — which is not required, but helps.”

There were a few snickers from the group of them, Sanaam and the kids especially.

“Okay!” she said. “Don’t stand on the frame. Stand on the buttons, the left and right buttons. When two arrows come up at once, you have to jump and hit both. You need to hit the arrows when they come up to the line. They follow the music. This looks like a newer machine, so they’ll probably light up and disappear. Songs are here, difficulty is here.” She left it on Normal, her pride would not allow her to dial it back to Easy. She had played these things before, damn it. “I think that’s all, but it’s been a while since I’ve played. If I remember anything else, I’ll say it.”

She selected “Nina, Pretty Ballerina.” A simple tune of five notes played as a metal arm bearing a thick scroll of paper slid into the gaping space at eye-level and spooled from bottom to top. A thin gold wire across the top of the page flickered to light.

Nina, Pretty Ballerina — ABBA was printed at the top of the scroll. The paper began to roll. One of the boxes lit up with a ping. Sing Along! it advised.

“You are forbidden from singing along,” Hyacinth said quickly. She was trying to remember the damn thing after maybe thirty years. She did not require vocal accompaniment, especially a goofy-ass song like “Nina, Pretty Ballerina.”

There were rectangular punches on the scroll, lyrics, and arrows. When the punches reached the top, the band organ cranked up and cheerfully began to play. There were drums, whistles, a xylophone and the organ itself available, as well as various sound effects, such as the boo and a cheer. The arrows were magicked and they glowed. When they reached the gold line, they flashed and vanished.

Oh, my damn dress, Hyacinth thought, as she landed two steps and flubbed a third. It wasn’t as bad as some of the numbers David had put her in, but it was ankle length and it interfered when she picked up her feet. She hitched up the skirt in both hands, then rolled it into her left and held it against one hip.

Boo! the machine admonished her, regardless, blinking the sign.

“You hear it?” she said breathlessly, grinning.

Sanaam was grinning back at her, he nodded. Milo was rocking back and forth with a vague smile; he liked the music. Lucy was dancing in place with a big smile; she liked it too. Maggie and Calliope were watching the scroll, Erik was watching her feet. The General had her arms folded and was examining the ceiling.

Mordecai said, “It’s deliberately annoying.” He winced as she missed another step. “And flat.”

“I told you!” she cried. The Boo! sign was blinking regularly now, warning her against further errors. Aw, come on, she thought. Let me finish! I’ve almost got it!

Boo! The sign lit up solid. The roll spooled rapidly to the top and ejected.

“Crap!”

She got a smattering of applause. Mordecai and the General abstained. Lucy was particularly enthused. “Play it again!” she demanded.

Hyacinth bowed. She shook her head and threw down the skirt of her dress. “I’ve had my turn. Someone else try.”

“I wanna!” Lucy cried, lifting a hand.

“Well, you might be a little short for it, but okay…” Hyacinth read off the songs for her.

“‘Butterfly’!” said Lucy. “I want that one!”

Hyacinth punched it in. “B… 6…”

Lucy had absorbed that you needed to push the buttons and look at the arrows. Everything else had gone over her head. She also did not seem to notice that the machine was chastising her. She smiled the whole time. Calliope also smiled the whole time. Everyone else winced. The machine gave her twenty seconds of missing every single step before it ejected the roll.

“Aw, it’s so fast,” she complained. “Can I go again?”

“Everyone gets one song,” Hyacinth said, helping her down. “To start. You can have another later if you like.”

“Okay…”

Milo had a go next. He wasn’t familiar with most of the songs, but he did like that first one. He selected “Intermezzo No. 1.” It was by the same group. Also, it had a number in it. The scroll slid into place. Sing Along! did not light up for this particular piece.

He stood on the left and right arrows and considered the scroll.

That’s a little stiff. It needs oil.

So, what am I looking at here?

The punches were for the band organ. Vertical axis for timing, horizontal for which note and which instrument. Simple enough. But some of the punches weren’t playing.

Is that supposed to happen? Did I screw up?

“Milo, you’re supposed to hit the arrows,” Hyacinth said.

Milo frowned. This music was unpleasant.

Oh, wait, I see. The punches it plays are contingent upon the arrows. If the arrows are entered incorrectly, then this set of punches engages. Correct entry plays a completely different set.

“Was he not here when I explained about the arrows?” Hyacinth muttered aside.

It’s meant to be unpleasant. The arrows are…

The scroll spooled and ejected.

Excuse me, I was looking at that!

Milo selected “Intermezzo No. 1” again. The scroll slid into place and began to roll.

Okay. I get it now. This is all code. The punches are code for the machine and the arrows are code for me. We’re supposed to compliment each other. It’s playing the music so I have an auditory cue for when to enter my part.

“Mordecai, do you think he’s hypnotized or something?” Hyacinth said.

If I enter my code properly, it will reward me with nice music. Let’s see, that means jump, and that means turn in a circle. Ah! And the arrows with trails on them are sustained. This is easy! I don’t have nearly as much to do as the machine!

The scroll spooled and ejected.

Milo selected “Intermezzo No. 1” again.

“Auntie Hyacinth, he’s had three plays,” Lucy said.

“He’s not playing,” Hyacinth replied.

Milo started to play. For the first little bit, he kept glancing down at his feet, but that threw off his timing so he quit it. The buttons were pretty darn big, anyway. It was supposed to be easy for him. It was a game. He landed his first jump partway on one of the spaces between the buttons and frowned at himself. He was disappointing the machine. He pulled back his shoulders and tried to be a little more machine-like himself.

Up. Down. Left. Right. Eighth note. Quarter note. Oh! The different beats are different colours! This is so simple. It’s telling me everything I need to know.

Except where the buttons were, but if he metered his motions and paid attention, they were no trouble either.

“Holy shit, he’s good at it,” Hyacinth said softly. This wasn’t a thing you were meant to be good at. You were meant to be sort of mediocre at it and just frustrated enough to keep feeding it coins.

The cheer engaged.

Hey! All right! Best possible code version!

What a nice machine. With all the information and the feedback, it was like it was holding your hand the whole time. He nailed the rest of the song, despite the code’s occasional playful attempts to get him tangled in his own feet.

When the roll ejected, it applauded him.

So did his friends.

He smiled.

That was really fun! I like doing code! Why am I tired?

He had just been pushing buttons the whole time. They weren’t even that far apart.

It’s rather fast, Milo.

He subtly shook his head. Ann, I work on an assembly line. Don’t talk to me about fast.

Calliope took his hand to help him down and she wrapped both arms around his waist. “That was really cute,” she told him. She planted a light kiss on his cheek.

He gazed longingly at the machine. Aw, I want to go again.

But, maybe breathe first. Maybe breathe for a while, actually.

Maggie wanted to hear “Butterfly” as it was meant to be played – not in punishment mode. She commandeered the pad next and selected the song. She was good enough to keep it from ejecting immediately, but she still lit up the Boo! sign at regular intervals. It did not help that Milo kept leaning in, pointing at the scroll, and saying NO LOOK NO LOOK, like she didn’t get she was supposed to be doing the steps on the scroll.

“I see it, Milo!” she snapped finally, and that got him to back off. She got through the song, but the machine was not overly impressed with her. It did not applaud. Yeah, well, screw you too. She offered it a sign of her own.

“Magnificent!” the General cried.

“What?” said Maggie. “What do you want me to do? Apologize to it?”

“Apologize to Lucy and Calliope!”

Maggie sighed. She dropped a sarcastic curtsy, with her fingers plucking empty air above her trousers. “I am so sorry Miss Otis and Miss Otis. I will warn you the next time I intend to be rude so that you may avert your sensitive eyes.”

“S’all right,” Calliope said.

“Huh?” Lucy said.

“That thing is a bad influence,” the General muttered.

Grinning and nodding, Hyacinth replied, “It’s meant to be!”

[You can, of course, read the whole thing at the site and meet everyone!]

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https://www.musikblog.de/2024/04/lucy-kruger-and-the-lost-boys-live-auf-der-ms-stubnitz-hamburg/ MS Stubnitz. Eine der tollsten Locations, die Hamburg zu bieten hat. Ehemaliges DDR Kühlschiff. Fahrtüchtig, überlebt zum Glück – trotz Lage – in der Hafencity. Das größte städtische Neubaugebiet Europas zieht finanzstarke Käufer*innen immer weiter in den Osten der Elbe. Deren Toleranz gegenüber einer über 20 Jahre alten, alternativen Kultur-Instanz ist sehr limitiert. Mussten sie […]

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[flammentanz]

“Nachts auf den Straßen” (1952) von Rudolf Jugert

Seit Jahrzehnten ist Heinrich Schlüter (Hans Albers) als selbstständiger Fuhrunternehmer tätig. Sowohl bei seinen Kollegen als auch bei der Verkehrspolizei verfügt der biedere Familienvater, der mit seiner Frau Anna (Lucie Mannheim) ein bescheidenes Haus bewohnt und dessen Tochter Lieschen erst kürzlich geheiratet hat, über eine ausgezeichnete Reputation. Als Schlüter eines Nachts bei einem auf der Autobahn tödlich Verunglückten einen Briefumschlag mit 20.000 Mark findet, beabsichtigt er zunächst, das Geld an die Polizei auszuhändigen, überlegt es sich jedoch anders, als er erfährt, dass der Betrag aus Devisenschiebereien stammt. Bei einer seiner zahlreichen Nachtfahrten nimmt Schlüter die attraktive Inge Hoffmann (Hildegard Knef) als Anhalterin mit. Er ahnt nicht, dass die wesentlich jüngere Frau von ihrem Liebhaber Kurt Willbrand (Marius Goring) gezielt darauf angesetzt wurde, einen Fernfahrer für dessen geplante kriminelle Transaktionen - den Schmuggel von Pelzen aus der DDR in die BRD - zu gewinnen ... Rudolf Jugerts stimmungsvoller und spannender Kriminalfilm zeichnet ein authentisches Zeitbild und wartet mit sehr interessanten schauspielerischen Leistungen auf. Das gilt jedoch nicht für den Hauptdarsteller, dessen wie üblich wenig nuanciertes Spiel mir auch hier nicht zusagt, sondern der statt dessen mit seiner Film-Liaison mit einer mehr als 35 Jahre jüngeren Partnerin ebenso für Fremdschämmomente sorgt wie der Versuch des damals 61jährigen - am Ende des Films erfährt der von Albers gespielte Charakter, dass er Großvaterfreuden entgegensieht! - Boogie-Woogie mit ihr zu tanzen oder er sich allen Ernstes als “moralisch Entrüsteter” das “Recht” herausnimmt, sie heftig zu ohrfeigen, da sie es gewagt hat, ihn zu hintergehen - während er seine außerehelichen Eskapaden mit ihr geflissentlich bagatellisiert. Hildegard Knef hingegen ist erfrischend als selbstbewusste und energische junge Frau, die sich geschickt zur Wehr zu setzen weiß. Den weitaus interessantesten Part jedoch hat der Engländer Marius Goring inne. Der Brite, der seine ausgezeichneten Deutschkenntnisse während seiner Studienaufenthalte in Frankfurt. München und Wien erwarb, liefert eine hervorragende Charakterstudie des ins kriminelle Milieu abgedrifteten und nicht zuletzt aufgrund seines Marihuanakonsums zur Linderung einer Kriegsverletzung permanent zwischen Manie und Depression, zwischen Zynismus und Verletzlichkeit schwankenden ehemaligen Jagdfliegers Kurt Willbrand. Wie in einigen seiner Filme stellt der begabte Hobbypianist Goring auch hier sein Talent unter Beweis und gibt sogar ein Chanson mit dem Titel “Schwarzer Kaffee” zum besten. Marius Goring und Lucie Mannheim waren von 1941 bis 1976 mit einander verheiratet und traten auch häufig gemeinsam auf der Bühne und in Filmen auf.

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Verona enlists Lucy, McCauleigh and Zed in tackling a cursed DDR machine.

During the dethroning of Charles, the Turtle Queen slips her leash and starts spreading her digital presence through the whole province. Time for a dance-off!

The machine affords them great flexibility in eroding her memetic control, but it also amplifies any attacks sent against them. They have to think on their feet to dodge and diminish the Bugge's counterattacks.

McCauleigh and Lucy man the dance pads, hitting their notes but mostly focused on weaving past the green-gold fisticuffs. Zed and Verona keep the machine from derailing, while also scrying on the digital realm to steer the assault toward the Queen's weakpoints. Lucy's hipster music taste also comes into play, as she queues a playlist favoring their strengths and the Bugge's weaknesses.

[dummy-thicc-demons]

Obey Me boys playing Friday Night Funkin’

I’ve been obsessed with Friday Night Funkin’ lately so take these headcanons.

MC introduced the boys to FnF....

Lucifer:

Won’t play unless Diavolo tells him to bc Luci believes himself to be above playing computer games

Will watch the others play and make comments whenever they miss a beat

Secretly wants to play though and he’ll give in to the desire in the privacy of his own room or study

If he’s feeling nice, he’ll let MC come and play with him, but it always get spicy at the end bc Luci isn’t going to let MC leave without paying a price

He’s pretty average at the game and he hates that he’s not perfect at it

Struggles between wanting to practice and wanting to stop lowering himself just to join the others

He doesn’t have a favorite Week but he does really like the track Winter Horrorland, and when the update comes out, he also likes the track Monster

Mammon:

Is actually kinda good at the game?? Definitely above average

This man is crazy good at dancing so rhythm comes easily to him and definitely freestyle dances to the tracks

Don’t ask him to play an instrument though because he’s hopeless in that area

Will try it to gamble with his brothers and makes them make bets on who would win or lose

I don’t know why I feel like Mammy would like Week 1, but once Week 7 was released, he falls in love with it

His favorite track is DadBattle and always bops his head to the beat

Will brag and always tells MC to watch him win then proceeds to lose

Levi:

Expert at the game

Because of his mad gaming skills, hitting the keys on time is easy

It also helps that he is fantastic at DDR

His biggest flex is being able to play all of the Weeks on hard mode

His ability comes from practice and dedicating his blood, sweat, and tears to gaming in general

He wants to know more about the plot and makes theories

His favorite track is Satin Panties bc he loves the duet sound is that really the only reason levi?

Satan:

Interested in the game but he doesn’t love it like some of his brothers

The music is not his taste but he’ll admit that they have their charm

He’s average at the game and he’s okay with it

He would practice but he gets too into it when he does play and ends up getting angry every time he loses

They definitely needed to buy new laptops because he ended up breaking them

Doesn’t have a favorite Week but does love the track Philly

He finds joy in the line “shoot them up and take them out”

Asmo:

Doesn’t play the game at all and is really bad at it anyway

He doesn’t want to be stressed and start sweating bc that’s unseemly and gross

Still really likes the game though and enjoys watching his brothers flail around, particularly Mammon

Likes most of the tracks but he’s not the biggest fan of Week three, Monster, or Winter Horrorland

He loves Mommy Must Murder and wants to be her as well as fuck date her

His favorite track is Senpai but he hates the character Senpai

Thinks Lemon Demon and Senpai’s third form are disgusting inside and out

Beel:

Doesn’t play often and would rather eat and watch because his brothers don’t want him to get his crumbs and grease on their laptops

When he does play, this man is a GOD

FnF just comes naturally to him and it both impresses and pisses off his brothers

Beel is a natural at the bass or the drums so it helps with his FnF skills

This man is just perfect at rhythm but pls don’t ask him to freestyle dance to the tracks

He likes the happy tones of the first two songs in Week 5 and gets hungry during Winter Horrorland

He likes what happens in Stress of Week 7 because he thought it was wholesome

Belphie:

Doesn’t play and doesn’t want to play

He likes just listening and dozing off

His brothers coerce him every so often but he’s just bad at the game

His favorite place to be is leaning on the shoulder of whoever is playing

His favorite Week is Week 6 because it’s chill

Doesn’t really care about the characters but he’ll like whoever MC likes

Will make fun of you if you lose or miss a lot of beats

Barbatos:

Do I even have to say? This man is perfect at the game

Will play if Diavolo or MC asked him to

He was caught off guard when he played Week 7 on hard mode

He still won but it wasn’t a perfect score

He only missed a few beats and no one noticed but him

It’s okay because he played it a second time and it was flawless

His favorite track is High bc he likes the chill bob sound and always has a small smile whenever he hears it

Diavolo:

Diavolo is so bad at it someone pls help him

What he lacks in skill, he makes up in enthusiasm

Absolutely adores the game, it’s music, it’s characters, and it’s concept

Will listen to the soundtrack often as a stress reliever

Will call MC to have tea with him as they play FnF in the garden

He loves the energy of Week 4 and his favorite track is MILF

Wants MC to wear Mommy Must Murder’s outfit

Solomon:

Heard of the game before but never played it himself until MC brought it up

Above average player

He plays with Levi sometimes and that’s where he gets his skill from

Definitely a huge fan of mods bc he likes the extra content and admires the work that other people put in

Doesn’t play on his own since he’s a busy magic man but he will play if the group is playing

Vibes to the music but won’t listen to it outside of the game

Teams up with Diavolo to try to get MC in the milf outfit

Simeon:

Another example of can’t play for shit

He can’t even use his D.D.D correctly and you expect me to believe that he can play FnF?

This kind of music is new to him and was startled and overwhelmed when he first heard it

Is amazed at Levi, Barbatos, and Beel’s mastery of the game

Plays whenever Luke or MC asks him to

He also likes to pester Lucifer and try to get him to play the game

Like Beel, he enjoys the happy vibe of Week 5

Luke:

Good at the game

He’s a quick learner so give him a few turns on a level and he’ll be able to beat it even if he isn’t perfect

Plays the game during his free time bc he thinks it’s fun

Will beep and aah to the tracks whenever they play

You’ll see him tapping his fingers in the table, and when you ask, he’ll tell you that he’s practicing

Secretly likes playing with the demon brothers bc they’re always so chaotic and entertaining

Considered cosplaying as BF but was to scared to ask Levi to help him

Lastly, here my OC just bc

Aniisha:

Heard about it from a friend in the human world and immediately fell in love

Average at the game but she’s practicing hard

Freestyle dances with Mammon

Like Luke, she will beep and aah whenever she hears a track playing

Loves watching the boys play she loves watching the boys do anything really

Favorite track is Ugh and lowkey simps for Tankman much to Levi’s distress and confusion

She also wants to wear the milf outfit but won’t agree to Diavolo and Solomon’s request unless they call her Mommy

[keonamariearelis]

Lucy: Erza’s unconscious! What do we do?

Natsu: maybe DDR?

Lucy: what?

Natsu: that thing you do when people can’t breathe.. DDR

Lucy: you can’t dance dance revolution on people’s lungs Natsu!

Natsu: you can try…

[grim-of-odd]

Lucy & Izzi Festival Starter

Lucy and Izzi were making their way to the game gallery.

"I hope I get to meet some CUTE guys at the game gallery!" Izzi said as she stops briefly adjust her top and reshapes the feather part of her skirt.

"I dunno Izzi, I wouldn't be too sure. What if they're taken? Lucy said as she was glacing at her phone while still being aware of her surroundings.

"Anyway, there better be some good games." "I bet there are some pretty good ones, maybe DDR or galaga." "Hmm, we'll see when we get there I guess". "you're not gonna regret it!"

[looosey]

Lucy's DDR: What I'm up to

Improving dance is a stepwise function I feel, and I thought this semester was a plateau because of how busy I was with my schoolwork and new relationship. However, some things that I've been up to with Donk might change that.

#1. WOD

I performed this piece with my team at World of Dance Boston (the video is from the week before WOD at Mocha Move's RTA show):

Footwork last semester taught me to count my music more, in order to be on time, and I think I started to think for myself more in this aspect. Now I'm thinking a lot about performance quality, like walking with purpose, facials, cleanliness, and head direction.

#2. Donk Show

Eeeeek. So this is actually coming up at the end of November (11/30, 12/1), so get your tickets this week at donk's instagram page here. I'm choreographing a piece and I've procrastinated all semester, which I lowkey am trying not to hate myself for. But with pressure, I'm churning out the material, and I think I'm balancing my vision with my skills as a dancer a bit more, which is good.

In general, I'm crunching in so much more practice this week, I think I'm getting faster at learning choreo. :) I still love dance a lot, and I just need to convince myself to get out into the studio more often. :0

[shinovii]

When's the album coming out?

Ahh, musical specials. The episodes that *MUSICAL NUMBER* always *MUSICAL NUMBER* has *MUSICAL NUMBER* a song playing *MUSICAL NUMBER* .......every two or three minutes. While the songs are catchy, I find myself worn out by the end of them. Even more so when later episodes incorporate a random musical number just because (lookin at you, Bob's Burgers, as good of a show you are). Anywho, let's begin!

Not even 5 seconds in, and already we get a song. Luna just so happens be recording her own song to upload onto "America's Next Hitmaker" (oh, it's one of "those" shows. That checks out) in hopes of catching her big break in the music world. However, second thoughts begin to cloud her mind as she fears the world isn't gonna like her piece, causing her to back out until she has a song that really hooks people. Suddenly, the music bug infects her as Luna starts hearing the family breaking into songs up and down and all around. Between Lana's simplistic work ditty, Lola's sensational show tune, Lisa busting more rhymes than Parappa the Rappa did in his own anime (yep, that's a thing), Lori and Leni's slow jam duet (complete with a hint of Leni and Chaz shipteasing if I'm not mistaken), Luan's over the top Animaniacs-Tiny Toons-esque zany lyrics, Lucy's somber tones, Lynn's jock jams, the 'rents countrytime romance, and Clincoln McCloud's DDR techno beats, Luna is at a massive crossroads on what kind of song will wow the people. That worry subsides once a catchy and trendy pop song has everyone dancing all over the world (even the Casagrandes couldn't help but shake it), leaving Luna to believe that's what everyone wants to hear............I dunno about that.

*MUSICAL NUMBER*

So........many..........songs! Most of them where actually quite an earworm to me. I'd say Luan's wacky song was my favorite out of all the non-Luna songs. Had me clapping in awe. Of course, this "is" a Luna episode after all, so naturally she's got the spotlight. The songs performed by her were quite the musical treat. Seriously, Nika Futterman has an awesome voice, making each song have lots of passion and energy behind each lyric (can't help but be amazed, right?). I do have to mention Lori and Leni's duet, cause I got caught off guard by how good that was. However, the plot was the low point for me. It wasn't horrible "at all", but it's a standard plot for characters with a love for music. It works, though, and it ends well. All I can say is........this episode rocks alright.

Also, too bad Luna didn't make a Gorillaz reference. Oh well...

Not bad for a Black Friday musical special. Better than going shopping, that's for sure (no way I'm fist-fighting people just to buy stuff. I'll just watch the fights). Can't wait to catch more new episodes later on. I wonder how that "Racing Hearts" episode will turn out when it airs (hopefully it doesn't rush anything). In any case, until next time, Loud Crowd!

[macaroni-0verlord]

@nyamafriend things to be aware of for Saturday

•I have three cats, Lucy (white), Mello (black), and Arthur (tuxedo)

•they really like boxes

•I just painted my room and it looks vv nice

•Uhh I have an altar for my Wiccan stuff but other than that I don’t have any other witchy things

•There will be a lot of NateWantsToBattle music

•and FOB

•and P!ATD

•and Green Day

•and various musicals

•I’m gonna see if we can get helium balloons so I can fill Nigel up

•My room is covered in posters, I have three Star Wars posters, one huge SPN poster of Team Free Will™, I have a FOB one, a Green Day one, two Doctor Who posters, a signed Britney Spears poster, a clique flag, and a trans flag so yeet

•I have the Miles picture on my bulletin board

•Nigel and Jerry are queens and they rule my room

•Speaking Of Jerry, he said that he’s gonna dress up for the event, and idk what he’s gonna do, but be prepared. He did ask me to paint his nails for him so there’s that

•I’m planning on watching bootlegs all night on my projector, and then whenever we wanna sleep then you can have the air mattress

•I don’t take my binder off until it hurts so-

•We have three bathrooms so you can try to fit in the sinks if you want

•We might have a bonfire and roast marshmallows, idk

•WE’RE DEFINITELY HAVING A WATER BALLON FIGHT

•Luke is my bestest friend and he’s smol and innocent so you must protect the child

•Ashton might bring his horse mask-

•My cupcakes are gonna be gay

•We’re definitely gonna have a DDR competition at GA

•And we’re gonna play Mario Kart 8 Delux

•and Smash

•And probably Jenga too

•We’re getting pizza at GA too

•yea I think that’s it

[lilfunkers-fnf]

LF future headcanons under the cut

Kinda an attempt to celebrate 200? Idk what to do for that so I’m working through it.

Keith is still the same as canon except he isn’t as stupid, he just can’t take anything seriously due to trauma, especially relationships. That’s why him and ayana broke up

Lucy is the same as canon, just more people smart than book smart. She can’t tell you what the math problem answer is but she can help you with your emotional problems.

Pico has changed… he’s still pretty kind and polite to his friends but when it comes to get the job done, he’s pretty focused. Has a strong sense of justice and often kills off horrible people.

Whitty, now not having the Greater Good on him, was able to ease up a lot more. He’s a lot more like his date week self, and is pretty awkward. Still loves saying words he shouldn’t though

Hex and Carol are the same as canon except Rich Guy hasn’t died yet.

Sunday is still slightly like canon but wants to change the world for the better. At first they thought that it would be best via communism but some advice from her friends made them change their mind.

Tabi and Agoti never suffered at the hands of dd (bc he’s not going to be an asshole in my aus, ever) so they run a cover band with Whitty of old songs n stuff. When they do release solo albums some of the public claims that they ripped one another off but they just use the same computer and some of the same assets. They just vibe man

Ena and moony regularly make trips through the back rooms n stuff for YouTube

Kapi is still the ddr master and now he streams a lot on YouTube

The goth punks just cause a little bit of chaos for fun and now that most of them are out of their shit situations, they can enjoy life to the fullest.

Sky actually adjusted pretty well to her new surroundings and is coping pretty well

Kasumi… yeah where do I begin with her. She’s gotten rid of her glasses after a spell to fix her eyes, tamed her hair quite a bit and swapped the giant scarf for wrist bands that hide her scars from the chains. However she still hurts. She claims everything is hunky dory but she still doubts herself on quite the occasion and has had to block out quite a bit of her memory due to the traumas she suffered so she doesn’t remember things quite well. Everything kinda feels like a haze to her. But at her core she’s still the same sweetheart.

Sen is just bitter with how fucked the world is. He still wants to protect his human however he can. He’s still pretty cuddly towards Kasumi however.

[orangeright]

Rhythm Game Song of the Week - EeL - 777

This week, as it’s 7/7/2017, it’s time to get lucky.

This song has lyrics and vocals by commissioned artist EeL. EeL had quite a few songs credited to her in Bemani from 2002 to 2004. All but one of them was composed by Tomosuke, the exception being Lucy from IIDX 10th Style. 777 was her debut, making its first appearance in pop’n music 8.

The lyrics can be a bit peculiar. It seems to reference The Little Mermaid, and from what it looks like, it takes more inspiration from the Hans Christen Anderson original.

I got love, I'm happy. I wanna be a little mermaid. And the last, sadly sadly I become a something else, so... I got love, so the end. I wanna be a bubble of sea. ta tara tata … It's OK!

Well, at least she’s OK.

The song was crossed over into GuitarFreaks and DrumMania in a different form, to fit more with the guitar and drum-based gameplay. It has more of a punk feel, lacking the “hardcore rave” ending of the original and adding more guitar courtesy of frequent contributor Mutsuhiko Izumi. This version was crossed over to DDR Universe 3 and the first REFLEC BEAT.

The original pop’n version was crossed over into a somewhat interesting version of DDR that was only released in Europe. It was based on Winx Club, and features songs from Winx Club and a bunch of pop’n crossovers! It certainly made it slightly more interesting for non-fans, though the charts left a lot to be desired.

[ohgodsnowwhat]

Fantasy in Metal

Yes; I am posting my first fanfic after my second fanfic. I'm a rebel like that. I have also come to the conclusion that I suck at endings, which may be why I don't always finish what I start. Oh well. Please feel free to offer concrit. I'm not used to writing stuff that isn't one-on-one smut. Thanks to @neko-otaku13 for her encouragment on this!

The light had returned to Lucis – to all of Eos, for that matter. King Noctis and Lady Lunafreya, the Oracle, had passed over into the realm of much-deserved happily-ever-afterlife.

Prompto, Gladio, and Ignis, however….

Look, not even Astrals are perfect. Clerical errors happen.

****

“What do you mean, they’ve been reincarnated into another universe?” thundered Bahamut at the little fennec fox. “For their service, they should have been transported to the same region as King Noctis and Lady Luna!”

“I’m sure they’ll be fine; those guys always manage. Nothing to be too concerned about, but when their time is up here maybe, um, you can take a more personal interest to see that they get to the right place? I was supervising the moogles in charge of reassignment, and with the chocobos on strike there were some issues getting everyone to the office. We are lucky that there aren’t more souls floating around in Limbo!” Carbuncle looked up at the Draconian Astral, gulped nervously and said, “But of course I will supervise their next reassignment myself.”

“If they had been born into their new roles it wouldn’t be so bad,” offered Shiva, “but they have been, well, stuffed into pre-existing personas! This is a DISASTER!”

“At least they will be worshipped as gods in that realm,” put in Ramuh.

Titan sighed and poured himself another whiskey-and-soda.

****

Charles Offdensen pushed up his glasses and massaged the bridge of his nose. He had been going over the band’s financial statements when he was hit with the idea for a new recipe. This was odd because he didn’t cook; Jean-Pierre was more than adequate to fulfill his nutritional needs. “I must be working too hard,” he thought; when he was interrupted by another thought, this one in a more refined tone of voice: “Nonsense! It is a duty and privilege to serve one’s liege! And furthermore… One moment, where am I?”

****

Nathan Explosion was busy, working on the 67th of his hundred beers and putting the final touches on “Go Forth and Die”. Except… those weren’t the words he originally wrote, were they?

Trapped inside a crystal Ten long years Hiding from the world Forgotten by your peers

“Huh,” he growled, “sounds more like the plot of a video game. Well, these beers aren’t gonna drink themselves. New song idea: Self-drinking beer.”

****

Toki Wartooth was in his room, happily working on his model planes when a little voice in his head told him that he should see if there were any new pupper videos. Toki was okay with this, and hummed happily to himself as he flipped on YouTube. After about a half hour, the voice asked about video games, to which Toki replied, “We amsk gots a room full of video games! Is you my new friends in my heads, little voice? Is yous gots a names?” “Well,” the voice answered back, “I’m Prompto, but where am I and how did I get here?” “I don’tsk knows Promptos but let’s go play DDR! Yous is Toki’s friends now!”

****

Pickles noticed that there seemed to be something a little off about his manager and bandmates. Nathan was doing a lot more reading than drinking; although he still churned out songs unnaturally fast, now they were more about crystals, lost kings, and something called “chocobos”. The latter made Toki ecstatic and he would go on for hours about them. This was puzzling as Toki was known to have had an austere and abusive childhood, and whatever these “chocobos” were, Pickles was sure they weren’t native to Norway. Skwisgaar, as self-centered as he was, had mentioned that to Pickles. Sweden was practically Norway anyway, but Pickles knew if he said that, the blond guitar-slinger would retreat to his room for a week to get over his sulk with the assistance of various GMILFs. Normally that wouldn’t bother Offdensen, as he didn’t have to worry about paying for abortions or child support (Skwisgaar was SO. MUCH. CHEAPER in that regard than the rest of the band), but Pickles had noticed that Offdensen was now more prone to lecture the band about personal responsibility, hygiene, and the need to be cost-efficient. Well, he WAS their CFO, but he hadn’t minded before… Were they in financial trouble? Even countries went belly-up from time to time, and Dethklok’s income when ranked beside the GNP of other countries was at a healthy and respectable 7, so maybe…?

Pickles decided then and there to visit Charles Foster Offdensen in his office.

****

Murderface didn’t care. He drank another beer, belched, and scratched his belly over the “Pobody’s Nerfect” tattoo. That had been some night when he got that – too bad, he thought, that he didn’t remember it.

****

“Yo, Robot!” exclaimed Pickles as he burst into Offdensen’s office. “I been meanin’ to talk to you about how you’ve been acting lately and-” He came to a sudden stop as he took in Toki and Nathan already seated across from their manager, heads close together conspiratorially. “What is this? I know something has been going on, but this better not be fucking with our bread and butter here.”

“Ah, yes… Pickles…maybe it is time to explain,” came the odd cultured voice that had been emanating as of late from Offdensen. “From my observations, I believe you would have a better grasp of the situation than, say, Mr. Skwigelf or Mr. Murderface.”

“Yes, that is true,” came the more typical Offdensen voice. “Pickles does have a greater intellect than he lets on, despite the mass quantity of chemical substances he indulges with.”

Pickles was taken a bit aback and tried to recover as best he can. “This better not be some touchy-feely type of intervention, ya douchebags. Because that is so not metal.”

****

“Ignis”, as the cultured voice called itself, launched into an epic tale of kingdoms lost, love lost, Hell even daylight lost; lots of attacks from every angle, deep and mysterious dungeons filled with monsters and demons beyond imagination, and eventual redemption at the price of a blood sacrifice. When it came to drug-induced imaginings, no one – hands down – could come close to Pickles, which is what finally made Pickles realize that he was being told the truth. It also accounted for, he thought, a greater element of story-telling in Nathan’s lyrics recently (although he could do without the gothic romance stuff – so not metal).

The “Gladio” voice that resided in Nathan chimed in… well, more like “contra-bassooned” in - with “It’s not all bad; I think this could be fun for a bit. I’ve always liked writing poetry and I feel I am good at this songwriting. Not entirely sure what you and your resident blondie mean by “metal” but I’m sure I’ll pick it up. And women! And beer! I don’t have to stay sober and celibate all the damn time to watch over everyone else’s dumb asses!”

Toki’s resident “Prompto” piped up, “Yeah! It would be like totally cool to be rock stars! I…” and here the sunshine voice faltered and whispered, “I just wish Noct was here with us.”

The tone was so heartbreaking that even Pickles wanted to comfort Toki, much like Nathan and Offdensen were doing, even though he knew it was really the three specters within his friends that were engaged in a cuddlefest at the moment.

After a while, Pickles grew visibly uncomfortable at the snuggly intimacy before him. He cleared his throat. “Um, hey… so…like… Is there anything we can do to get you back to where you belong?”

Offdensen qua Offdensen shook himself loose from the huddle and said “Well, if Ishnifus were still with us, he would probably be able to help. I am the new High Holy Priest, but not all avenues are open to me yet. Right now, though, the only person who could possibly assist is the one person we are absolutely unable to turn to for help. Nathan, Toki – I am referring to Mr. Salacia. “

“You means the big creepy fella?” asked Toki. “The ones who tried to haves us killed?”

Nathan perked up. “Yeah, that guy is bad news. Probably at least as bad as if not worse than that Ardyn fellow you were telling us about.”

Here is where Pickles felt he could shine. “I have a better idea – Nathan, remember that tribe you are related to in South America? Honey Mangoes or something like that?”

“Yaneemango. Chief Otoe is my grandfather, but yeah, why – Oh. Yopo. That released our spirit animal forms, but – “

Here the “Ignis” voice jumped in. “What? That may be the answer. How can we best achieve this? I have noticed geography is vastly different than what we are used to, but I believe we can make it there from this Mordhaus of yours in a matter of 4 days, including stops for curatives and provisions. Prompto, Gladio, we must confer with our host bodies as it will be them bearing any physical discomfort caused by this experiment.”

Nathan qua Nathan softly growls “Close your eyes and become the animals that you once were… Yeah, I’m down for this. It was cool becoming an alligator. But we have to bring Murderface and Skwisgaar – you too, Pickles.”

“Like I would turn down a chance to be an octopus again? I could play drums and guitar at the same time.”

****

Ignis had no problems with traversing a rainforest. Neither did his fellow Crownsguard really; Prompto just liked to complain about his feet hurting and question if they were there yet with a whine in his voice. Quite the trouper, he was. But despite sharing hotel rooms and tents around Eos and being accustomed to the sight of each other’s bodies, at least while they had corporeal bodies, nothing could have prepared Ignis for Murderface splayed out on deck completely nude. It was a small relief that rest of the band felt the same way, since the retching noises did nothing to deter the bass player from sprawling naked on a lounge chair while reverentially whispering “Ah, freeballing”. Ignis supposed he should be grateful the man refrained from urinating over the side of the boat, after it was relayed to him by Skwisgaar how a fish called a “Candiru” managed to lodge itself in Murderface’s urethra the last time they made this journey. While Ignis respected Skwisgaar’s talent, he had a limited tolerance for the man, as aspects of his personality were too similar to Loqi Tummelt for his taste. He felt that in Charles Foster Offdensen, he found a kindred spirit. They would often have silent conversations about the importance of lighting, and what separates the good lamps from the cheap lamps.

Gladio-within-Nathan thought this was a fine adventure; very few critters were trying to kill him, and the resident large, spotted cats kept to themselves and didn’t throw lightning bolts with the wrath of Ramuh at him. He was also silently communing with Nathan, and wishing he could stay a little longer – beer, booze, women, fame, money, lack of people trying to murder you just for being associated with royalty – yeah, a guy could definitely get used to this.

Prompto liked Toki and could relate to the child-like nature of his host body; they had much in common. Animals, video games, models of aircraft (even though what Toki worked on was nothing like the aircraft Prompto was familiar with), not to mention a brutal and lonely childhood – Toki, much like Prompto himself, often exhibited a warm and cheerful exterior to hide the small, scared child inside. At least Toki had parents, but Prompto reflected that maybe having no parents was better than having parents that were outright cold and abusive. That clown, though… Prompto admitted to himself that Dr. Rockzo was on the creepy side, even for a clown; and that was saying something.

Offdensen genuinely liked and respected his spirit resident; he wished he had an army of Ignises around. He just wanted his body back with himself as the sole occupant.

Nathan thought Gladio was a bit of a tyrant with his extensive exercise regimen, but Nathan could appreciate the results in himself. For one thing, it extended the time he could go between liver transplants; for another, it gave him new perspectives and topics for writing songs. “Battle Coeurl” had gone quadruple platinum overnight! Dick Knubbler had practically came in his boxers when he heard that, and Abigail…. Nathan smiled slightly at the memory of Abigail practically dragging him to the floor for that one.

Toki was happy to have a new friend that liked the same things he did and could relate to a bad childhood. He felt sad at the prospect of losing Prompto, but he was excited to see if he would become a shamanistic bunny again.

Skwisgaar Skwigelf was completely unaware that anything had changed with either the robot or his bandmates. He continued running scales and arpeggios on his custom Thunderhorse and gloating to himself over how superior it was to Toki’s Snow Falcon. He experienced mild disappointment when Toki didn’t play “Stops Copies Me” at the gear library, something Pickles called “sporting goods store, ya douchebag – and now my blood sugar’s low again.”

Pickles was at a bit of a loss. He kind of wanted to have a spirit buddy to talk with, but at the same time he didn’t think he was ready for that kind of intimacy. He was actually pleased; he had been looking for a reason to go back down for another dose of Yopo, but it would have been awkward dropping in on his bandmate’s relatives without Nathan in tow. If he’s gonna die, might as well die high!

Murderface napped, occasionally belching and scratching himself in awkward places in his sleep. He was looking forward to being a white tiger again; as a bass player he didn’t get a lot of respect, but as a tiger? Wow! No one would dare turn a tiger down in the mix, or have the lead guitar player (that damn Skwisgaar!) record new notes over a tiger’s bass leads!

****

Both Offdensen and Ignis thought having hordes of Klokateers drag their boat over a mountain and through the jungle was a bit excessive, but not a single member of Dethklok showed any inclination of making the final trek under their own power. Gladio was fuming and silently berating Nathan for this lack of industry, and Prompto and Toki were too caught up in playing “I Spy” to pay attention.

They knew they had reached their destination when they found themselves surrounded by spears, which were lowered as the Yaneemango tribe recognized the faces on the mountain. Offdensen found he was able communicate their issues to the shaman, having briefly studied the tribe’s language after the last time the band ran off to experience Yopo. The shaman had recognized quickly that there were foreign spirits residing within, and agreed to perform the Yopo ceremony to attempt to free them.

****

“BOSS!” yelled a moogle to Carbuncle, “You gotta come here, Kupo! This realm where Noct’s entourage ended up is going to try to separate their souls, Kupo!”

Carbuncle scurried to the moogle viewing device as fast as his four furry feet could carry him. “Quick! Patch me through to Bahamut!” The communication device crackled to life. “This had better be important,” came the deep voice over the speaker. “Sir! The primitives are going to try separating their souls from their bodies! Can you please lend your assistance?”

In less than the time it took to blink an eye, Bahamut was in the control room. He didn’t feel there was anything he could do, but it would let the moogles feel as though everything was in order. He wondered for a moment if it was blasphemous on some level for an Astral to pray.

****

The fires were lit, the chanting had begun. The shaman blew Yopo into the faces of Dethklok and their manager/CFO/legal advisor/High Holy Priest of the Church of the Black Klok. From their bodies rose the form of a hawk (Skwisgaar), white tiger (Murderface), octopus (Pickles)… and instead of an alligator and a rabbit from Nathan and Toki, there were the ghostly figures of a mountain of a man with long dark hair, glowing amber eyes, and chiseled abs; a fluffy-headed blond with eyes like a sunny afternoon and a smattering of freckles, and drifting over from Offdensen was the figure of a tall, lean man with glowing green eyes and medium brown hair; although they could see remnants of massive scarring around his eyes, he had the most beautiful smile and he gazed peacefully back. The three linked hands, slowly dissipating into small blue glowing orbs, then a sudden flash of light as –

****

The moogle crew, Carbuncle, and even Bahamut were whooping it up in the control room. It was a success! Souls retrieved and Bahamut made a mental note to add a paycheck bonus for all those involved. Even himself.

****

The three Crownsguard found themselves abruptly in what looked like the throne room of the Citadel, before Niflheim attacked. Prompto was the first to recover, yelling “NOCT!!!!” as he barreled up the stairs and was met by a charging King Noctis, wrapping their arms around each other, swiftly followed by Ignis and Gladio. Tears were shed, and no one spoke – or could speak – for the longest time. There was no need. They were home.

[conniesschreibblogg]

„UNTERLEUTEN“ VON JULI ZEH

„UNTERLEUTEN“ VON JULI ZEH

1. Gesprochen von Helene Grass

Ihre Singstimme ist der Mezzosopran. Helene Grass lässt Juli Zehs Worte beiläufig zur Realität werden - unaufgeregt folgt sie der Fährte der Autorin, immer in Hinblick darauf, dass der Hörer die Atmosphäre aufnimmt. Helene Grass liest mit einem unauffälligen Lispeln, das sie wiederum so normal und unauffällig macht. Sie gehört zu Unterleuten und variiert die Stimme bravourös. Es wird ein Bild von einer heimatlichen Idylle gemalt. http://helenegrass.com/dusc

2. ZUM INHALT

Der Trailer Juli Zeh stellt uns ein fiktives Dorf vor: Unterleuten im Jahr 2010. In ständig wechselnden Perspektiven lernt der Leser die Dorfgemeinschaft mit ihren unterschiedlichen Bewohnern und deren Ziele dahinter kennen. Ein Teil ist aus dem Westen zugezogen, ein anderer Teil sind Alteingesessene. Alle wollen nur das Beste für das Dorf. Der Roman ist in sechs Teile mit jeweils 13 Kapiteln gegliedert. Die Teile tragen die Überschrift der Person, aus deren Blickwinkel bzw. Perspektive erzählt wird. Zur Orientierung kann der Leser auf das Personenglossar oder die Internetseite zurückgreifen. Der Investor aus dem Westen weckt viele Konflikte. Es geht um Familiengeheimnisse, DDR-Vergangenheit, Ehekrisen, persönliche Probleme. „Die Wahrheit war das, was die Leute erzählen. Und immer wieder stellt sich die Frage, was ist die Wahrheit?“ Zwei Männer polarisieren das Dorf Unterleuten in zwei Lager. Und schon wird aus der idyllischen Gemeinde ein Kampfplatz der Lokalmatadore. Wie weit gehen die Eigeninteressen? Es ist eine Gesellschaftsstudie, die eine vorgetäuschte Realität durch Facebook, Xing Account und Homepages entwickelt. Rache, kriminelle Aktionen, Selbstjustiz, Tratsch und Verleumdung, soziale Verstrickungen, Abhängigkeiten beeinflussen mögliche Investoren genauso, wie Dorfbewohner, die einen Gewinn aus dem Landverkauf ziehen möchten. Bei diesen Nachbarn braucht man keine Feinde. Alles das, was in der Großstadt geschieht, passiert auch hier in der Anonymität des Dorfes, die für die meisten so transparent ist, dass diejenigen nicht selten am Pranger enden. Eine Gemeinschaft, die ihrer Gemeinschaft selbst das Ende bereitet. 5/5 Punkten

3. PROTAGONISTEN

Linda Franzen war mit Frederic Wachs zusammen, liebt aber Bergamotte, einen Oldenburger Hengst. Sie verehrt die Schriften von Manfred Gortz. Besondere Merkmale: blond, hübsch, knallhart. Sie ist Stolz darauf eine Rolle in Unterleuten innezuhaben. Sie strebt danach, das eigene Schicksal zu optimieren. Das Prinzip des unbewegten Bewegers Rudolf Gombrowski war Landwirt und Geschäftsführer der Ökologica GmbH. Auf den ersten Blick wirkt er ungeschickt, auf den zweiten Blick ist er ziemlich schlau. Sein Motto: „Der größte Vorteil entsteht, wenn jeder bekommt, was er sich wünscht – dieser Satz war für Gombrowski keine Masche, sondern eine Philosophie. Wenn alle zufrieden seien, sagte Gombrowski, hätten am Ende auch alle den größten Nutzen. Das sei das Schöne in Unterleuten. Man schaffe es immer, sich gütlich zu einigen.“ Sein größtes Vermögen war, dass ihm jeder im Dorf etwas schuldete. Bodo schaller ist Automechaniker und Kleinkrimineller. Seine besonderen Merkmale: dick und dubios. Kron ist ein ehemaliger Brigadeführer und schon immer Gombrowskis Erzfeind. Die Rollen der Protagonisten sind ständig im Wandel. Sie entwickeln sich und reagieren auf jedes Ereignis. 5/5 Punkten

4. LINKS ZU UNTERLEUTEN

Juli Zeh erweckt das fiktive Brandenburgische Unterleuten zum Leben durch geschickte fingierte Internetauftritte. Zu Manfred Gortz und Dein Erfolg: manfred-gortz.de youtube Der Autor auf randomhouse.de Das Hörbuch auf randomhouse.de  Dein Erfolg auf amazon.de Der Autor auf Twitter Der Autor auf facebook Extra angelegte Homepages von im Roman auftauchenden Institutionen und Firmen: vogelschutzbund-unterleuten.de maerkischer-landmann-unterleuten.de ventodirect.de  Zur Diskussion über pferdevernarrte Partnerinnen auf reiterrevue.de Profile der genannten Romanfiguren: Lucy Finkbeiner auf facebook Kathrin Kron-Hübschke auf facebook Jule Fließ auf facebook Sebastian Pilz auf Xing Alle Romanfiguren und Schauplätze im Überblick: Interview mit Juli Zeh  Juli Zeh  zu Unterleuten

5. SPRACHLICHE GESTALTUNG

Juli erzählt humorvoll, ironisch, manchmal auch mit Untertönen – bisweilen gar sarkastisch. Helene Grass moduliert mit ihrer Sprache und setzt die Untertöne, die bei Juli Zeh fast immer fast immer mitklingen. Die wechselnden Erzählperspektiven offenbaren dem Leser die unterschiedlichen Beweggründe der Parteien. In der Mitte zieht es sich ganz schön, deswegen ziehe ich einen Punkt ab. Allerdings gebe ich den Punkt als Extrapunkt für die gelungenen Fake Accounts im Internet. Sehr amüsant. 5/5 Punkten

6. COVER UND ÄUSSERE ERSCHEINUNG

„Unterleuten“ von Juli Zeh ist ein Audio-Format von 18 Std. 9 Min. Hördauer und ist am 08.03.2016 unter der ISBN  9783844521337 bei Der Hörverlag im Genre Romane erschienen. 5/5 Punkten

7. FAZIT

Zwanzig Hauptakteure zeigen auf 656 Seiten ein Abbild der Gesellschaft. Es ist ein Roman, der digitale Komponenten hat, eine Art gesellschaftliches Rollenspiel. Die Leser sind herzlich eingeladen, einzusteigen. Es ist wirklich ein Buch, das durchaus zwischendurch einen Ausflug ins Internet schätzt, um Unterleuten und die Bewohner näher kennenzulernen. Ich habe mich sehr gut unterhalten gefühlt. Deswegen „Leseempfehlung!   @btb Ich bedanke mich für die Bereitstellung des Rezensionsexemplares. Ich vergebe insgesamt 5/5 Punkten. Read the full article