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How DARE OP hide this in the tags! Utterly criminal.

rewatched Last of the Time Lords

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... Have you ever played a carnival game and realized it was rigged?

We remember, when our system was far younger, we saw a news segment on carnival games. One of the games was a basketball game. Just get the ball in the basket, you win a prize.

Now, the news team managed to get an actual basketball player. As far as we remember, they were actually in the NBA, and or at the very least they were a professional.

He couldn't make the shot.

No matter how hard he tried or how good he was, he couldn't make the shot.

It turned out that the hoop in question was actually an *oval* shape rather than a circular one. Theoretically you *could* get the ball in there, but it would require just the right angle and still need a great deal of luck.

And, of course, the carnival could get their "prizes" for cheaper than what they were charging for the games. That's how capitalism works, buy low, sell high and all that. And it wasn't some secret, you could go to the same websites and buy them yourself! Even buying in bulk would be cheaper than a ticket to the carnival.

So, the real question is, after learning all that... Why would you want to play the carnival games?

Yeah, it's fun and might impress your date, but even that will wane after a bit. The fun stops around the fifth or sixth try as it turns into bitter stubbornness, and your date will get bored after a while and the excitement dies down, especially if you never actually get the damned teddy bear!

Well, the simple answer is gambler’s fallacy and sunk cost fallacy, but what causes us to start playing if we already know we'll lose?

Now, imagine if everyone lived in one of these carnivals. Where all the games are rigged against you, and there's no way to outright buy the plushies from a website.

You can't win those games, can you? But of course the barkers will taunt you about it. It's a game of skill, they say, not luck. Hurry, hurry, step right up and try to win a Teddy Bear! And in this hypothetical carnival they say that, if you manage to win a Teddy Bear you get to make some changes to how the carnival works!

Enticing, isn't it?

And to many, the solution is clear... We play the carnival games! We try to win as many games as possible and BADA BING BADA BOOM! The changes will one day be enough to where things are significantly better!

But the carnival is already privy to this. They realize that people want the Teddy Bears, and they did give a big ol' hefty promise that whoever gets them gets to change the rules, so they have some tricks up their sleeves. They make sure that people who align with their rules have an easier time with the games. Makes sense, you want that power to be in the hands of people who agree with you. Besides, if *no one* can win the carnival games, that gets suspicious real quick.

So, they either put in plants disguised as customers or they scout for people who align with their ideals. As for everyone else, the game is made deliberately harder. For some, even impossible. And in the rare case that someone does make that shot, hit the bullseye, score a three-pointer... Well, if those people can't be bribed, they can just have their little rule-change. After all, the rules still have to be approved by those in power. And even if they manage to get a more radical rule through, something that improves lives throughout the carnival…

Well, one person can't start a revolution.

Revolution is a team effort, first and foremost. Buuuuuut the carnival games are all single player. The games are all designed so that people think that just the right person needs to win a Teddy Bear to take down the carnival, some theoretical Great Man to lead the charge. And the carnival's infamous Hall of Winners, taught to all the children born and raised in the carnival, is more than happy to push that narrative.

They want people to think that they could be the one to do it, or to wait on that person. That maybe, with enough practice, or luck, or darts, or water guns, good aim, letters, rings to toss, votes to cast, megaphones to shout in, representatives at the tents, water balloons, strength-testing hammers, or good old fashioned force of will, that the change will come! That the right person will come along will win the prize, and lead us to VICTORY!

…

But not even an NBA player can make that shot.

A simple three pointer, and not even someone who plays basketball for a living, who likely played basketball for all their life, can make that shot.

... So what to do?

Well, a revolution needs a team.

So, we band together. Work together with many others. Lift spirits. Inspire hope. And, much more importantly than hope... Inspire action. We tell everyone that a better world is possible. Yes, yes, we'll all fight and bicker and even go so far as to hurt one another over what that better world will look like, we're still sentient. Par for the course for any intelligent species!

But the biggest point is that a better world is possible. There is more to the world than this twisted carnival.

So we can't win a rigged game. Well then, ignore the game! Who needs it? And while we're at it... We don't need the Teddy Bears either! They're just symbols for the powers that be! So, why not go directly to the ringmasters of the whole operation and demand changes? And if they refuse to make those changes, then we get rid of them! Death isn't required, but they don't have to be in charge! And we can decide, when we get there, who should be in charge, or even if ANYONE should be in charge. Same applies to the rules, the laws, even the system itself. Maybe we want a carnival where all the games are fair, or maybe we can say "screw the carnival, let's make a library". Maybe we can just leave nothing there and let everyone do as they please.

The point is, no matter what we decide, we need to get to that point.

Where we're able to make something... New.

Not just for our own sake, but for the sakes of our families, friends, descendants, enemies, and the people who we will never bother to know.

We saw a post, that mocked those who waited for “the Glorious Revolution”. Not because of the idea of the revolution itself, of course. They were an anarchist, like we are. It was more the idea that the revolution is going to be some naturally occurring event, like the Christian Rapture. They suggested to work on what you can do, the little things. We would expand that from soup kitchens, although a very good cause, to things like organizing and spreading the word of whatever ideology you prefer. We're not sure how they would feel about this post, or if they’ll ever see it, but at the very least we can agree on one thing.

The "Glorious Revolution" is not going to fall out of the sky.

It is something we have to work together... To create.

- Sincerely, The Hatter

[the-madwomen]

Nothing shuts down a bougie conversation like "well, when I was homeless—" Nothing. It's one and done. They are fucking taken out. The conversation is dead. Done.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/45045698/chapters/113326478#workskin

It is finished.

It took a year to publish this, The Melomaniac, a tale of murder, police, and musical mutilation, onto the internet. Only a bit over half of that I believe was actually spent writing it. The rest was spent finding the guts to actually make an AO3 account and post it.

It's a labor of love. A love of the gruesome and grim, but a love nonetheless. Fitting that the first chapter was posted on Valentine's, I suppose.

If you're wondering where I've been... I'm homeless. I say this not as a cry for sympathy but as an explanation for why I haven't streamed in the past month. It also shows the level of importance this tale has had for me. My first published work of fiction, for all the world to see. Not in an actual book, of course, but still there for all to see. That is, if anyone actually views it. Not that it matters, in all honesty. I'm just proud I was able to finish something I started in a creative field.

When shall I write again? Who's to say? I hope soon. And furthermore I hope to be able to stream again to all you lovely people sometime soon, but for now... The midnight feature presentations have been temporarily halted. At least, I hope it's temporary. I'm safe in a shelter, in case you start to worry too much.

So I'm afraid, in a way... This chapter of the channel has ended. A new chapter will unfold, for there is no true end to a story.

I just hope the next chapter will end on a positive note.

So long for now. We hope to see you for our next feature. When we return, we feel you'll be in for quite the surprise.

[the-madwomen]

Hello, all. Been a while.

Again, not sure why I haven't been using Tumblr, but what else is new?

I'm not going to be able to stream for... A while. How long a while? Well...

... I'm homeless now.

I have a job, friends, a place to stay during the day and... A bus stop to sleep at, so don't worry too much about me. I'm mostly just upset because it shows how far I've fallen. From Doctor Luna Ludenburg, a mad scientist supervillain who traveled the multiverse with her friends and companions... To Luna, the strange woman who sleeps in a sleeping bag that cost way too much on the side of the road.

I will say, though, I now have a work of fiction to share.

It's a horror story, following the last honest cop trying to solve a series of bizarre murders and deformations caused by one Madame Maestro, in a modern tribute to the Penny Dreadful of the 19th century.

I'm sure you all understand why I can't stream, but I can still post a chapter of this every Tuesday, currently at part two. I do hope some of you find the time to read it. Thank you.

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I made all these reaction images just using screenshots from videos I watch.

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that’s it, specimen! your ass is going back in the enclosure!! AND i’m taking away your enrichment!!!

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Nice to see all these new faces! These similar looking, scamming, horny as @#$& faces.

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I support women in STEM (Scary experiments,Time loops,Existential dilemmas,Madness).

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I feel as though many aspiring mad scientists tend to overlook the more niche fields of study for their unethical experiments.

I myself am no stranger to the delight of a successful reanimation attempt, but there are only so many ways to recombine body parts (creative and innovative ways, but limited nonetheless).

Within our lab we have experts in a range of fields, from astronomy to mycology. Have you ever watched a mad lepidopterist figure out how to outfit a lab assistant with the ability to smell intruders from up to 2km away? It's truly impressive work.

And of course, there's nothing to stop you branching out into as many fields as your heart desires. It's not as though we're following standard safety protocols, after all.

A little experimentation can go a long way, and who knows, maybe you'll come back to your reanimation attempts with some incredible new ideas.

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we need MORE women in science! not a day goes by where i don't get harassed by stem bros saying what are you doing with those bones, why are there screams coming from your basement, what does that serum do,

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Seeing them made me just go ":0 Friend!!!!"

Shelley makin’ weird stuff 

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the real benefit to being a mad scientist is no one really knows what you're capable of. As long as I say it with confidence, why wouldn't you believe I made a ring that's actually a detonator to my security system that's filled with a deadly nerve agent? Is that really any less likely than me keeping a human brain alive and conscious inside a tube of green goo so I can later implant it into a body constructed out of stolen corpse parts?

[the-madwomen]

Things I Learned Reanimating The Dead

By Dr. Luna Ludenburg

As far as anyone is concerned, this is a work of fiction, because it technically did not happen in this reality.

For the sake of transparency, I am not a medical doctor, nor am I particularly versed in biology. My doctorates are in theoretical physics (well, when it comes to lifestyles such as mine, it's only partially theoretical) and something called reality engineering (the ability to manipulate how others view reality, non-existent degree in our universe, nicknamed "the spin doctorate") which I got mostly to make any art I make to seem more immersive. In terms of areas of study outside of my titles I have been teaching myself neuroscience, which even then is not enough knowledge to bring back a whole body from the point of death and is only an interest I developed after the experience. So you may ask yourself why I would attempt something as radical as the title of this account suggests.

To tell you nothing but the truth, it was due to wanting to be accepted by my peers. Not in the scientific community at large, but that subset of mad doctors and professors akin to myself, testing the limits of both science and ethics. Fellow mad scientists, essentially. They often form these sorts of secret societies where they group together and share inventions, or at least concept art of such.

I, as a self-respecting agent of madness and progress, of course wanted in. But as it turns out, most have an initiation to see how far you're willing to go for the sake of knowledge. This is not a form of gate-keeping as I had assumed, or at least not the kind that fandom often has. Rather, it was a way to separate spies and other undercover agents from the rest, as most members would be enemies of countries due to their attempts to better the world... For them, anyways.

You can probably guess as to what this initiation entailed. Reanimating a corpse is off-putting to most, so it's a good way to separate those putting on an act from those with a passion. I won't say the thought didn't give me pause at first, but it didn't take me long to accept the offer. I knew there was a risk, and I was still mortal at the time so that risk was my own safety, but then again so was my dimension-hopping adventures normally.

The good news was one club would give me the basic supplies for the machinery used for the experiment, though I would need to assemble it myself. They also handed me the basic instructions on how to assemble a body together, and I do mean the most basic instructions. Some of the other groups, such as the one helmed by Dr. Isabella Saltine, gave me helpful advice not covered in these instructions. In case you ever feel the need to pull off what the forerunner of us mad scientists managed, here are just some of the things I was told.

- Make certain the blood types of every part you use match. If not, this can cause complications throughout the whole body, including the brain. The person who gave me this advice, Dr. Isaiah Fleaford, also gave a device to test blood type in a cadaver in case that information wasn't on record.

- Handle the brain with the upmost care. Not just not dropping it, but also in touching it whatsoever. Smudge the wrong part of the brain and the subject's sapience may suffer for it.

- Nerve endings will prove the most trouble. In the dimension I'm from, this one I'm assuming, there have been cases of head transplants being partially successful in monkeys. The problem was they would be paralyzed from the head-down. Thankfully, as part of the basic equipment, I was given special devices designed to make the nerves connect to the brain properly. I am glad I was given a few hundred, as this still proved to be the most difficult part of the process.

- One man, Professor Charles "Chills" Carlson, gave me a few cryo-chambers to work with. Keeping all the body parts preserved while I go look for other bits would prevent them from rotting and myself from having to look for new parts.

- The body used should be very large, at least 3 meters in height. Physical fitness is also good to look out for.

- Stay as low profile as possible. People don't take kindly to desecrating graves, even the ones of those they despise.

With all this information and then some in mind, I set out to begin my work.

Many had also told me to take the brain last, as this would attract the most attention since you would have to take one from a facility designed to keep brains preserved. However, I have the advantage of being an interdimensional traveler, which enables me to take body parts from worlds that haven't developed an equivalent. Therefore, I could get the brain first and not have to worry about suspicion. I decided this was best if I had the option, since I could design the body around the brain as opposed to putting a person into a body they wouldn't feel comfortable in. I had a choice between a professional Chess player with an ELO of 3200 and a beloved cooking show host. I chose the latter, as she was younger and the Chess player's mind was likely more useful to this world's scientists.

I also bothered to do research on each person whose body I used. In respect to their lives and so my research is not wasted, I'll tell what I know of them. Keep in mind that they are all from different universes and time periods, though all were freshly dead.

Jade Perkins was the American host of a popular cooking show that aired weekly on America's PBS. Her dimension was not too dissimilar from our own, though I will be going back there soon after I fix my interdimensional traveling device. Multiple reasons, one of which being that, in hindsight, Goncharov was a film that actually existed there, believe it or not, but the meme didn't come up in my dimension then so I thought nothing of it. Tangent aside, Miss Perkins was known as being incredibly generous and good natured all around. She was considerably overweight, and was proud to be able to combat fatphobia with her television program. She tragically died in 1993 at age 49, when a truck trying to dodge another pedestrian ended up hitting her instead. She was survived by two children. She is the source of the brain I used.

Uma "Übermench" Himmel was a German professional bodybuilder and three time winner of the Miss Galaxy beauty competition. She comes from a dimension wherein Trotsky became the leader of Soviet Russia, resulting in a much faster World War 2 and all of Germany becoming communist. She was known as a risk-taker and for being surprisingly intelligent with a degree in chemistry. She was rumored to be able to lift a baby hippo over her head. She sadly died young in 1972 at the age of 30 due to negligence from a janitor not putting up a "floor wet" sign whilst she was lifting weights, causing her to slip and the dumbbell to smash her face in. She was survived by her girlfriend of three years. Her head and arms were in a horrid state, so they were separated from the neck and shoulders, respectfully, and I took whatever was left.

Frances Benoit was a French serial killer with a personal kill count of 7 men and 6 women. He resided in a dimension where the French revolution had not taken place... Yet. He was known for killing French nobles, likely politically motivated. He killed most of his victims using Garrotte rope, using other methods for only five of them. His last kill would prove him unlucky, as he had to resort to a rather loud gun that made his presence known. I was unfortunate enough to be at his hanging, where he died in 1801 at age 46. He was survived by his wife, who last I checked was beginning to fan the flames for a revolution in his name. I ended up taking his arms, as I found no buff female cadavers with a matching blood type to Perkins' AB, and some pompous fool in all red chased me off with a rapier before I could continue searching.

Jesse Burrell was an Australian recluse who lived an isolated life. Her dimension was most similar to my own, from my recollections. I could not get a accurate account of her life due to her isolation and the bad blood she had with most people I found who knew her. She was a gun rights advocate and an alcoholic who spent most of her time outside of her home at the local bar. She died in 2000 at an unknown age, likely her mid-thirties, in a shootout at her estate, along with three others, with the potential survivors and reason for the showdown being unknown. She had no known family members, one genuine friend in the form of the barkeeper and far too many enemies to count. Her life was shrouded in mystery. Her corpse had been vandalized, with tattoos around her whole body having been removed via a knife, resulting in me removing skin from the stomach and stitching it to her face. She was the one I felt the most sorry for, for she was the easiest to take parts from.

Once I had all the supplies I required, I got to work. I won't bore you with the details, as it was all very repetitive truth be told. Building the equipment especially was almost as difficult as an English speaker trying to build IKEA furniture. But in my opinion it had all been worth it, and not just for the membership to any organization. That elation, that joy, when you're about to pull the trigger on a project, especially one as difficult as bringing life to what once was dead. I only managed to mess up one thing. The brain had been split in half. That sounds like a bigger deal than it actually was, but the human mind can survive being split in two. It does result in the two halves of your body being controlled independently from one another, but nothing so terrible.

I remember pulling the lever. The electricity flowing through my temporary laboratory, surrounding me. My hair turned white as snow, but that was fine by me. Looks good on me anyhow. Just the sheer mania I felt, knowing I was doing something as massive as this. My maniacal laughter echo through the world as I felt a pure sense of wonder and amazement at my own achievements... Or maybe it was the electricity, I don't know.

In any case, the results were a massive success. Obviously I couldn't have done it on my own, of course. The supplies given to me were the thing that made this possible, and I couldn't have done it if not for the ones whose corpses I used.

Mayhaps my proudest accomplishment in this is that, aside from the brain split and the consequences of that, Miss Perkins had all her mind intact, no memory loss whatsoever. I was overjoyed at this news, because it meant I could reintroduce her to her world after I showed my fellow scientists. She looked like her total physical opposite now, there were stitches on her face, her skin had a slight a green tint to it, and her arms grew slightly more hair than the rest of her body, but other than that she seemed like a normal human being.

It had worked out as perfect as it could have.

The best part of it all, in all honesty, was meeting Miss Perkins herself. Last I checked in on her she was still advocating for body positivity of all shapes and sizes. Just because she was fit now didn't mean she had lost her sympathy who are like what she used to look like. She would often joke that, technically, she weighed the exact same due to her height and muscle, which she managed to maintain. And all this in the 90s, no less! There were less fat jokes on TV overall in any case. Even trying to prove it was actually her was sweet, thanks to a song she made up for her kids convincing them. Feels good when mad science has a positive impact.

And of course, I was accepted into the various mad science societies since such a massive success was something to note. Glad that happened, though I would be lying if I said I didn't forget the reason I was doing it halfway through.

So what did I learn? Well, taking risks is sometimes beneficial for everyone involved, hard work is worth it if it's something you're passionate about, the joy others feel about your work is often better than what you get out of it, the saddest deaths have noone sad about it, and the part of the brain that processes the feet and the part that processes sexual attraction are right next to each and some are unfortunate enough to have those intersect.

... I forgot where I was going with this. Ah well.

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🚨 VTUBERS: DO NOT STREAM JACKBOX 🚨

was on a stream with my buddy overtimepog and a wave of jackbox trolls flooded his stream, and into our discords. I had to clean up gore, and more from my server.

this is the site that they're using to target us. Many of my friends are on here, and people I look up to like the lovely @missmoonified

(we are in no way dating, we are friends, but this is how they addressed me) anyway, invites are paused until further notice and we need to prepare for warfare.

have your lockdown button for stream ready, and plan your streams around limited chat appearance on screen. The chat bubbles plugin can be configured to help separate viewers from raiders. You can limit chat bubbles from appearing on screen for followers that have only been following for a set period of time.

stay safe out there.

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At VGJunk today: Even More Licensed NES Games That Don’t Exist.