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Little clarification.

"party of backup love interests" is a Doylian statement, not a Watsonian one. That's the trope Shuro is living.

Shuro doesn’t see them as back-ups, the /story/ does. He’s after one girl and has a host of other attractive ladies following after him, each a different ‘type’ along for the ride.

He’s a harem anime protagonist in someone else’s story, and who do you think he’s going to wind up with when Fallon is sane and picks Marcelle? 9/10 it’s going to be one of those party members.

Also, you are missing something major as to Chilchuck's moment not being valid. See, Chillchuck's right, he's just wrong about whose idea it was.

You said it yourself, who put together the young Master's party?

Maizuru, his surrogate mother figure and the one always looking out for him. Hmmm.... I wonder why Maizuru would pack his party with attractive available women of skill while he does on what's almost certainly a doomed quest to retrieve the corpse of a woman that has been (read the room Shuro) gently pushing him off for months or years?

So he comes and begs her to do the rescue and her response is essentially:

"Oh, certainly young Master, we'll get together a party and go rescue the corpse of that girl that hasn't figured out to tell you she's not interested yet. Here, take this beautiful buxom ninja woman, the petite beautiful ninja woman, the catgirl and the the very strong ogre-mommy one to watch you back and join in your victories or comfort you in sorrow while you march toward rescue, or abject disappointment.... though I'm sure it will turn out just fine."

As to the middle brother getting all boys in his entourage, he wouldn't happen to be teenage-ish? If so, Nanny Maizuru is probably being equally strategic with his guards and keeping his focus on duties rather than passionate romances with battle-brethren underlings.

You know, I think I understand where Shuro’s coming from, actually

I think he genuinely does love Falin, but his love for her is chained down by his extremely rigid sense of right and wrong

It’s easy to dismiss him, with many of us (especially fans of dungeon meshi) being Professional Yearners whose morality revolves around our love and not the other way around

I think the man just has other things he prioritizes higher than love, and he goes with his love as far as he can.

And while *I personally* don’t know what it’s like to feel that way, I can’t fault him for it. I’m just gonna throw my lot in with the people who love Falin in an insane, endlessly devoted way because I find it easier to empathize with

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Greatest news headline of all time's been found.

Pack it in, lads.

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Shuro is also struggling, or at least should be, with guilt and the black magic gives him an excuse to shift blame. Because it's easier to focus on how Liaos's party handled the resurrection than face his own failure.

His party of backup love interests didn't have what it took to even get to the red dragon. For all his drive and will and righteous nobility, the way he ignored food and sleep in his push to get there on time, he was too late. More than that, he couldn't keep up with a party of goofballs eating their way through the dungeon and getting full nights' rest.

And if Shuro feels comfortable talking about "reading the room" then he has enough social awareness to know who Fallon's reciprocal love interest in the party is. It didn't work right, but Shuro's love wasn't enough to bring Fallon back, and Marcelle's was.

From his standpoint, he's gotta be an abject failure, and if so, A+ judge of character on that point, Young Master.

Seems to me the rapidity that he went to discussing turning Marcelle over to what is obviously an elf death squad also implies he knew where Fallon's ever-closed eyes wandered. Though, to his credit when things calmed down he backed off on the idea a little.

Not terribly surprising he'd latch onto the thing that lets him be angry at Liaos and Marcelle rather than his own bad decisions and limitations. Especially since it lets him repeat those mistake.

Shuro needs to get over himself, admit Liaos was right, and just eat the damn brick.

You know, I think I understand where Shuro’s coming from, actually

I think he genuinely does love Falin, but his love for her is chained down by his extremely rigid sense of right and wrong

It’s easy to dismiss him, with many of us (especially fans of dungeon meshi) being Professional Yearners whose morality revolves around our love and not the other way around

I think the man just has other things he prioritizes higher than love, and he goes with his love as far as he can.

And while *I personally* don’t know what it’s like to feel that way, I can’t fault him for it. I’m just gonna throw my lot in with the people who love Falin in an insane, endlessly devoted way because I find it easier to empathize with

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Yeah, I felt that scene.

No but dungeon meshi also speaks to how, when you’re autistic, you can be kind and genuine everywhere you go and you can try so hard all the time and people are still going to find you suspicious, creepy, and annoying. And there’s nothing you can do about it. Forever.

I see people talk in a funny/lighthearted way about the way other characters see Laios a lot, and i don’t think that’s a bad thing at all; in the context of the manga, it is funny. But damn, it also resonates.

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Michael sent me a batch more toons, so have another Foghorn Leghorn crossing over into anime meme: @artildawn made the image, and @jonjmurakami captioned it 😃

#foghornleghorn #cartoon #looneytunes #anime #mashup #meme #deliciousindungeon #dungeonmeishi #chickenfordinner

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I love these.

this may be the greatest thing in history, or at least this month

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FUCK THE AVENGERS!

FUCK THE FANTASTIC FOUR!

THEY AIN'T SHIT, THEY'VE NEVER BEEN SHIT AND THEY'LL NEVER BE SHIT!

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Pop-Pop-Bagok! the Albumen Sisters, 1943

With accompaniment by the Kleinheart Soap Hour Band, lyrics by S. T. Troop.

(Pictured: Marlona, Abby and Ruth Albumen)

One of the most successful jingles of all time, cementing its product's place in 1/3rd of every home in America.

Lyrics:

Malona: Looks like the people need to know what we've got cooking, Ruth. Abby: Let's give 'em the pepper, Marlona! Ruth: Correct and very natural of you to say, Abraxandria! Let's do it! Ohhhhhhh- and they say nothing's new under the sun BUT! pop-pop-BA-GOK! that's the Chicken Gun Abby: Chicken Gun, new from Kleinheart Industries. Ask for it by name. The end of all things might as well be fun, Yeah! pop-pop-BA-GOK! goes the Chicken Gun OH! the bargain you stuck won't be undone Thus! pop-pop-BA-GOK! spake the Chicken Gun Malrona: Product not available in the states of Oklahoma, Utah, Bafflment, and East Virginia. This jingle constitutes a binding contract. As to explanation there won't be one, Still! Pop-pop-BAGOK! Goes the Chicken Gun! Ruth: Kleinheart Industries, we've solved the hephastus enigma.

Chicken Gun was made with Suno.ai and edited afterward.

Multiple prompts, largely consisting of lyrics and song structure instructions.

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What do you say to the one who killed Ceasar?

Corruption? Infighting? Communications breakdowns?

That aint' how it happened and that ain't how it is.

Pass me a sarsaparilla and I'll tell you how it happened and how it is.

After stamping westward like the vicious cattle they carried as their symbol, Caesar's Legion found New Vegas their downfall. Their martial prowess and seemingly endless numbers found in that place their nemesis, in the classical sense.

They found the Courier.

They didn't know what they found at first. The initial wound was shocking but not unthinkable. Vulpes Inculta went out to make an example of a local settlement called Nipton and never came back. The scouts that went looking for him found a their staging camp slaughtered. Landmines had been put in their sleeping bags. Their watchman was found in pieces.

Every scrap of clothing and equipment was gone. So it was chalked up to raiders. Patrols increased and the Legion moved on.

The loss of Vulpes Inculta's forces was a tiny cut, but a tiny cut can kill if infection sets in. The slaves at Cottonwood cove escaped, though no one could explain how. The Great Khans turned on Ceasar's Legion, somehow seeing through the Legion's plan for them. The prison break that kept the NCR off-balance just... stopped.

Weeks later, the forces at Cottonwood Cove sickened. By the time they found out their camp was contaminated with nuclear waste they were already dead. Their abhorrence of technology meant they had neither the Geiger counters nor the radaway to save themselves.

Prepared caravaners found Aurelius of Phoenix's wasted corpse, bald, covered in radiation burns, withered to a radioactive husk. He was staring up at one of the locals he'd ordered crucified. On his desk was a note saying "I did this. Signed, the Courier. XXXOOO" right next to a pile of human waste with Aurelius's helmet on it.

Enraged, Edward Sallow, the man calling himself Caesar, sent his assassins after the Courier. A squad of four, his second finest men. Then his finest four men. Then his third finest, and his forth. He'd sent his fifth squad before the one of them, the second batch, was found. They were stripped naked, their sun-baked corpses posed humiliatingly in acts of mock-coitus.

The scouts reported dutifully that the squad leader was found sitting atop his own head. The scouts didn't think their commanders needed to know how far down he was sitting.

Sallow watched the reports come in as this phantom cut through his men not with ruthless efficiency, but what appeared to be intentional ruthless inefficiency. The Courier wandered lazily from Legion outpost to Legion outpost without regard to strategy. The NCR would fight with a plan that could be anticipated. They wanted territory, they wanted resources.

As far as Sallow could tell, the Courier just wanted him to suffer.

Nelson's occupation ended in a hail of molotov cocktails and sniper fire. The plot to destroy the monorail ended on the knuckles of a Brotherhood scribe's power fist. As to Dry Wells, and the massive Legion Reinforcements there?

The mushroom cloud rendered a scouts' report moot.

No one really believed that Sallow was stupid enough to invite the courier to his camp. According to the legend, however, that's what he did, thinking he could sway the Courier to his own side with promises of power and wealth.

The legend goes on that the Courier and a vengeful NCR ranger walked in through the gates as welcome guests, only to murder the forces there to the last man. Sallow died, they say, begging. The Courier butchered him with his honor guard's machete, just like the livestock he chose as his symbol.

Sallow, it seems, had been right about what the Courier wanted.

That's pure myth-making, of course. The idea that an itinerant hero hopped up on chems and a vengeful NCR sniper could kill their way through an entire, alerted camp on their own is absurd, power armor or not. It was an obvious coup by Legate Lannius that he blamed on the Courier. It did him little good, as he ruled the Legion for mere weeks before the second battle of Hoover Dam.

Barely literate raiders in football pads and machetes do not fare well against against Vertibirds and Securitrons, it turns out.

They say that it ended there. With the heads chopped off the proverbial brahmin, the Legion crumbled from a collapse of leadership and operational control, with rival raiders, the NCR, and slave uprisings killing their 'empire' via a thousand cuts. That's the official story.

That's a bigger pile of crap than the one on the Aurelius's desk. The cut that killed the Legion was Nipton and don't let anyone tell you otherwise. The few survivors of the Legion's Hoover Dam forces thought the Courier would stay in their neon kingdom.

They did not.

They marched East, the Courier and their warriors: Arcade Ganon the Doctor of the Apocalypse, Lily the Nightkin who they call Shadow of Death, the Ghoul Gunslinger Raul who never misses, the Sniper Boone who never forgives, Veronica the fallen scribe, and Rose Cassidy? She's just plain ornery. They marched with a squad of twenty Securitrons at their back and an army of silent, deadly ghosts.

They marched through Arizona, severing Pheonix from settlement after settlement, starving the great bull before descending upon it. When Pheonix fell, they didn't stop. I know because that's how I'm free today. I know how Ceasar's Legion died. I saw one of its deaths with my own eyes in my own village.

When each Legion settlement falls, as the red-bull banners burn atop the naked corpses of those legionaries who make the same mistake Vulpes Inculta made so long ago and far away, the captured slavers that call themselves an empire are gathered in a line leading to the Courier's tent.

Each one is brought, in turn, to the Courier. They stand, a growling half-robot dog at their left hand, a laser-wielding eyebot at their right, as the ex-legionary is commanded to kneel. They obey, as the command comes from behind them. There stands Boone, a gun once belonging to Joshua Graham in his right hand.

There's a moment of silence. Just as the first beads of sweat begin to roll down the prisoner's face, the courier pulls up not a machete, nor a gun, but a simple wooden sign.

"Say it." The courier says-

-and listens for the wrong answer.

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today is international dinosaur day. hello, i am a dinosaur. here are some dinosaurs i’ve painted. 

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Factories in Japan ph. Tetsurou Kobayashi

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Johannes Factotum, Professor of (Practically) Everything, issue 18: “Can’t Keep Johnny Down”

-Battered, exhausted and separated from the Grads, Professor Factotum finds himself in Dicke, a great place to live… provided you never leave. Never one for a gilded cage, the Prof is determined to crack the town’s secrets and win his freedom, even if he has to punch his way out. Class is in session, Introduction to Street Fighting and Pain Management, and the Professor doesn’t grade on a curve.

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Johannes Factotum: Professor of (Practically) Everything, Issue 36 “No One Lives Forever”

All roads lead here. The Professor has finally run out of tricks and gambits. The Grads have moved on. Even his enemies have abandoned him. What can the Prof do when there is nothing to be done? And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches toward New Necropolis to be born? 

Guest starring Tilly Tepestein, Grandniece of Dracula. 

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Random Headcanon: That Federation vessels in Star Trek seem to experience bizarre malfunctions with such overwhelming frequency isn’t just an artefact of the television serial format. Rather, it’s because the Federation as a culture are a bunch of deranged hyper-neophiles, tooling around in ships packed full of beyond-cutting-edge tech they don’t really understand. Endlessly frustrating if you have to fight them, because they can pull an effectively unlimited number of bullshit space-magic countermeasures out of their arses - but they’re as likely as not to give themselves a lethal five-dimensional wedgie in the process. All those rampant holograms and warp core malfunctions and accidentally-traveling-back-in-time incidents? That doesn’t actually happen to anyone else; it’s literally just Federation vessels that go off the rails like that. And they do so on a fairly regular basis.

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Here’s one more Foghorn Leghorn crossing over into anime memes: @artildawn made the image, and @jonjmurakami added the caption 😀

#foghornleghorn #anime #mashup #meme #fullmetalalchemist #fma #edwardelric #edelric #aleleric #cartoon #looneytunes