On current RL events
This isn't referring to anyone in particular, but as an older user, both on FR and in real life, I am thankful that Flight Rising is a *just* silly, colourful, grindy dragon game on the net. Flight Rising has been a social space and healthy diversion for countless players since its beginning.
It is older than Overwatch, Pokémon Go, Five Nights at Freddy's and the first Destiny game. It has seen three different US presidents and four British prime ministers. It's outlived Chester Bennington, Robin Williams, Carrie Fisher and Kobe Bryant, seen a pandemic and the creation of its vaccines, and now major wars and civil unrest. Many of its players have grown up, thrived, suffered, had kids of their own, or died. It has brought forth countless artists, writers and roleplayers; and become a space for personal growth and socialisation for many more who cannot express themselves offline due to censorship or bigotry due to their ethnicity, orientation or gender identity. On Flight Rising, they speak with the voices of dragons.
Countless players have come and gone, and clicking on a random dragon on the front page leads to an inactive lair more often than not, but that is ok. The site has served its purpose for them, once upon a time. But for many others it is a consistent and healthy escape from personal turmoil or major wars and pandemics and upheaval, with the upshot that it is too niche to be noticed by governments that are fond of banning major social media platforms. Sometimes an inactive player comes back just to see the familiar faces in their lair when everything else outside is horrible and bewildering.
Bottom line is, be kind. You never know when a silly, colourful, grindy little dragon game is someone's rock of familiarity and comfort when missiles are flying overhead, their loved ones are suffering, or they cannot hear anyone else tell them that they deserve to be free to be who they are. If you think someone might be in this situation, try reaching out with a kind word over DMs, or perhaps a sincere gift if they seem to have been recently online. It costs nothing but your time, but it can mean the world to them.
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Once upon a time, two entities were reincarnated.
One, the living embodiment of evil.
The other, the living enbodiment of good.
A literal angel and devil, hiding among the living in flesh disguises, with the power to incite their element when in their true forms.
One embraced her powers as an evil temptress, inciting evil and tempations wherever she went. Everyone knew who she was, and if they had the hearts to match, they certainlly didn't mind her influence.
The other went into hiding, fearful of what he was shown to be capable of. After all, involuntairily brainwashing people to be nice, honest, kind, and truthful never seems to have good PR with it. Only his butler knew of his secret.
The two met as prophecized, with the evil deity unaware of the good deity...until, fed up, his powers awakened without warning one fateful party night.
And thus, a friendship lasting for eons was formed from the ashes of a rivalry. For when you're only one of two people with powers, it's only natural that opposites attract....
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In the weapons drawn universe itself, I HC that Lord Tippet is the living enbodiment of good, but for understandable reasons, prefers that persona to be as secret as possible.
Kinda hard to do when the living enbodiment of evil is around, but he manages nonetheless.
Also attached is my Raven Nevermore/The Narrator ref for comparison.
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Narrator/Lady Raven: The Devil in the Details-WD Host Ref Red.
Lord Tippet: An Angel in Plain Sight- WD Host Ref Red.
Bennington: Unlikely Friends-Bennington Weapons Drawn Host Ref
Duke Wesleyham: A Lord's Rival- Weapons Drawn Host Ref
Lord Angel Tippet: Lord Angel Tippet, The Living Enbodiment Of Good
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“The Mountain” by William Ellery Channing (1818–1901) (1), published in Ralph Waldo Emerson, comp. (1803–1882) (2). “Parnassus: An Anthology of Poetry”. 1880.
Once we built our fortress where you see
Yon group of spruce-trees sidewise on the line
Where the horizon to the eastward bounds,—
A point selected by sagacious art,
Where all at once we viewed the Vermont hills,
And the long outlines of the mountain-ridge,
Ever-renewing, changeful every hour.
Strange, a few cubits raised above the plain,
And a few tables of resistless stone
Spread round us, with that rich delightful air,
Draping high altars in cerulean space,
Could thus enchant the being that we are!
Those altars, where the airy element
Flows o’er in new perfection, and reveals
Its constant lapsing (never stillness all),
As a mother’s kiss, touching the bright spruce-foliage;
And in her wise distilment the soft rain,
Trickling below the sphagnum that o’erlays
The plateau’s slope, is led to the ravine,
And so electrified by her pure breath,
As if in truth the living water famed
Recorded in John’s mythus, who first dashed
Ideal baptism on Jordan’s shore.
In this sweet solitude, the Mountain’s life,
At morn and eve, at rise and hush of day,
I heard the wood-thrush sing in the white spruce.
The living water, the enchanted air
So mingling in its crystal clearness there
A sweet, peculiar grace from both,—this song,
Voice of the lonely mountain’s favorite bird!
These steeps inviolate by human art,
Centre of awe, raised over all that man
Would fain enjoy, and consecrate to one,
Lord of the desert and of all beside,
Consorting with the cloud, the echoing storm,
When like a myriad bowls the mountain wakes
In all its alleys one responsive roar;
And sheeted down the precipice, all light
Tumble the momentary cataracts,—
The sudden laughter of the mountain-child.
On the mountain-peak
I marked the sage at sunset, where he mused,
Forth looking on the continent of hills;
While from his feet the five long granite spurs
That bind the centre to the valley’s side,
(The spokes from this strange middle to the wheel)
Stretched in the fitful torrent of the gale
Bleached on the terraces of leaden cloud
And passages of light,—Sierras long
In archipelagoes of mountain sky,
Where it went wandering all the livelong year.
He spoke not, yet methought I heard him say,
“All day and night the same; in sun or shade,
In summer flames, and the jagged, biting knife
That hardy winter splits upon the cliff,—
From earliest time the same.
One mother and one father brought us forth
Thus gazing on the summits of the days,
Nor wearied yet when generations fade.
The crystal air, the hurrying light, the night,
Always the day that never seems to end,
Always the night whose day does never set;
One harvest and one reaper, ne’er too ripe,
Sown by the self-preserver, free from mould,
And builded in these granaries of heaven,
This ever-living purity of air,
In these perpetual centres of repose
Still softly rocked.”
Illustration: Postcard of Old Bennington, Vermont
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(1) William Ellery Channing (April 7, 1780 – October 2, 1842) was the foremost Unitarian preacher in the United States in the early nineteenth century and, along with Andrews Norton (1786–1853), one of Unitarianism's leading theologians. Channing was known for his articulate and impassioned sermons and public speeches, and as a prominent thinker in the liberal theology of the day. His religion and thought were among the chief influences on the New England Transcendentalists although he never countenanced their views, which he saw as extreme. His espousal of the developing philosophy and theology of Unitarianism was displayed especially in his "Baltimore Sermon" of May 5, 1819, given at the ordination of the theologian and educator Jared Sparks (1789–1866) as the first minister of the newly organized First Independent Church of Baltimore. Channing died in Old Bennington, VT. There is a cenotaph to him in the graveyard of the Old First Church seen in the postcard above. Robert Frost (1874-1963) (1a) is also buried there.
(1a) Robert Lee Frost (March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963) was an American poet. His work was initially published in England before it was published in the United States. Known for his realistic depictions of rural life and his command of American colloquial speech, Frost frequently wrote about settings from rural life in New England in the early 20th century, using them to examine complex social and philosophical themes. Frequently honored during his lifetime, Frost is the only poet to receive four Pulitzer Prizes for Poetry. He became one of America's rare "public literary figures, almost an artistic institution". He was awarded the Congressional Gold Medal in 1960 for his poetic works. On July 22, 1961, Frost was named poet laureate of Vermont.
(2) Ralph Waldo Emerson (May 25, 1803 – April 27, 1882), who went by his middle name Waldo,[8] was an American essayist, lecturer, philosopher, abolitionist, and poet who led the transcendentalist movement of the mid-19th century. He was seen as a champion of individualism and a prescient critic of the countervailing pressures of society, and his ideology was disseminated through dozens of published essays and more than 1,500 public lectures across the United States.
Emerson gradually moved away from the religious and social beliefs of his contemporaries, formulating and expressing the philosophy of transcendentalism in his 1836 essay "Nature". Following this work, he gave a speech entitled "The American Scholar" in 1837, which Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr. (2a) considered to be America's "intellectual Declaration of Independence." Emerson wrote most of his important essays as lectures first and then revised them for print. His first two collections of essays, “Essays: First Series” (1841) and “Essays: Second Series” (1844), represent the core of his thinking. They include the well-known essays "Self-Reliance", "The Over-Soul", "Circles", "The Poet", and "Experience." Together with "Nature", these essays made the decade from the mid-1830s to the mid-1840s Emerson's most fertile period. Emerson wrote on a number of subjects, never espousing fixed philosophical tenets, but developing certain ideas such as individuality, freedom, the ability for mankind to realize almost anything, and the relationship between the soul and the surrounding world. Emerson's "nature" was more philosophical than naturalistic: "Philosophically considered, the universe is composed of Nature and the Soul." Emerson is one of several figures who "took a more pantheist or pandeist approach by rejecting views of God as separate from the world."
He remains among the linchpins of the American romantic movement, and his work has greatly influenced the thinkers, writers and poets that followed him. "In all my lectures," he wrote, "I have taught one doctrine, namely, the infinitude of the private man." Emerson is also well known as a mentor and friend of Henry David Thoreau, a fellow transcendentalist.
(2a) Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr. (August 29, 1809 – October 7, 1894) was an American physician, poet, and polymath based in Boston. Grouped among the fireside poets, he was acclaimed by his peers as one of the best writers of the day. His most famous prose works are the "Breakfast-Table" series, which began with “The Autocrat of the Breakfast-Table” (1858). He was also an important medical reformer. In addition to his work as an author and poet, Holmes also served as a physician, professor, lecturer, inventor, and, although he never practiced it, he received formal training in law.
Born in Cambridge, Massachusetts, Holmes was educated at Phillips Academy and Harvard College. After graduating from Harvard in 1829, he briefly studied law before turning to the medical profession. He began writing poetry at an early age; one of his most famous works, "Old Ironsides", was published in 1830 and was influential in the eventual preservation of the USS Constitution. Following training at the prestigious medical schools of Paris, Holmes was granted his Doctor of Medicine degree from Harvard Medical School in 1836. He taught at Dartmouth Medical School before returning to teach at Harvard and, for a time, served as dean there. During his long professorship, he became an advocate for various medical reforms and notably posited the controversial idea that doctors were capable of carrying puerperal fever from patient to patient. Holmes retired from Harvard in 1882 and continued writing poetry, novels and essays until his death in 1894.
Surrounded by Boston's literary elite—which included friends such as Ralph Waldo Emerson, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, and James Russell Lowell—Holmes made an indelible imprint on the literary world of the 19th century. Many of his works were published in The Atlantic Monthly, a magazine that he named. For his literary achievements and other accomplishments, he was awarded numerous honorary degrees from universities around the world. Holmes's writing often commemorated his native Boston area, and much of it was meant to be humorous or conversational. Some of his medical writings, notably his 1843 essay regarding the contagiousness of puerperal fever, were considered innovative for their time. He was often called upon to issue occasional poetry, or poems written specifically for an event, including many occasions at Harvard. Holmes also popularized several terms, including Boston Brahmin and anesthesia. He was the father of Oliver Wendell Holmes Jr., who would become a justice on the Supreme Court of the United States.
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