#Rubber Traffic Cones

[lubas-things]

The Versatility of Traffic Cone Rubber: A Safety Staple on the Road

Traffic cones are an essential part of road safety, and the rubber used in their construction plays a crucial role in their effectiveness. The traffic cone rubber is designed to be highly visible and durable, ensuring that these safety markers stand out and last through various weather conditions. One of the key features of traffic cone rubber is its reflective properties. This allows the cones to be seen clearly at night, which is when visibility is often reduced. The rubber's reflective surface helps to bounce back the light from vehicle headlights, making the traffic cones highly visible and thus, enhancing safety on the roads. Another advantage of traffic cone rubber is its flexibility. The rubber material can withstand impacts without cracking or breaking, which is vital for a product that is often placed in high-traffic areas where it may be bumped or knocked over. This durability ensures that traffic cones can continue to serve their purpose even after being subjected to rough handling. In addition to durability, traffic cone rubber is also UV resistant. This means that the cones can be left outdoors for extended periods without fading or deteriorating due to exposure to sunlight. This is particularly important for maintaining the visibility of the traffic cones, as faded colors can reduce their effectiveness in directing traffic. The traffic cone rubber is also designed to be weather-resistant. Whether it's rain, snow, or extreme heat, the rubber used in traffic cones can withstand these conditions without losing its shape or becoming brittle. This ensures that traffic cones remain a reliable safety tool in all seasons. In conclusion, the traffic cone rubber is a critical component of these ubiquitous road safety devices. Its visibility, durability, flexibility, and weather resistance make it an indispensable material in the production of traffic cones, contributing to safer roads for all.

[nazirlisha]

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[ireshiginami]

fairly certain i'm watching a traffic camera someone hacked, or else there's a Very Nosey City Employee

[swordy-da-goat]

(last ask for a while bc I feel like I'm nagging you sorryy)

I thought road wiz was like an scp, and now we have hazard monster.

Anyway I wonder how either of them would react to being treated like scps? Hazard would be a keter for sure.

Also if you made a road wiz plush I'd 100% buy it I love him sm

got carried away my bad

The Road Wiz

Item# : SCP-████

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: Contained within a Standard Secure Humanoid Containment Cell in ██████, Sector-██ at Site-██. SCP-████ will often teleport out of their containment cell for an unprecedented amount of time before teleporting back. They are allowed to freely walk around the foundation as their skills and “magic” are very useful in securing anomalies, reducing injuries and casualties, and dealing with containment breaches.

Description: A humanoid entity (hard to distinguish if SCP-████ is a human or some other entity due to their hat and scarf obscuring facial view. Request to remove hat was met with opposition) wearing a hat resembling an orange traffic cone with one big and small white, reflective stripes, an orange safety vest with a long cloak attached from the backend, a yellow and black safety coverall, and long black leather and rubber gloves and boots.

SCP-████ is also in possession of a long black staff with a ring on the tip of unknown material. This staff is able to produced anomalous properties which can be better described as “magic.” Their “magic” seems to be a parody of signs, spells being correlated by the top of their staff in a hologram visual. One example being the staff projecting a deer sign when generating a glowing holographic version with mass of any of the Cervidae family.

Addendum 1: Discovery

SCP-████ was first captured near American state highway ██. The foundation was alerted when nearby police claimed that quote, “a portal just f█cking opened in the middle of the lobby where then a weirdly dressed guy wearing a cone on their head kicked a guy through saying to arrest him for drunk driving.” All personnel in the police station were given Class A amnestics. Foundation personnel were then deployed to the last place SCP-████ was spotted. Foundation were able to find SCP-████ feeding some stray dogs under American state highway ██. SCP-████ willingly agreed to come with the foundation for questioning.

Addendum 2: Interview

The following interview was conducted by Dr. Richards

Dr. Richards: Good afternoon SCP-████, I hope you’re feeling comfortable right now.

SCP-████: No, no, I’m fine thank you. Though I would prefer if you addressed me by “Road Wizard” or just “Wiz.” SCP-████ sounds a bit degrading.

Dr. Richards: …Noted. Anyways the foundation would like to ask you questions regarding your… job.

SCP-████: My job! Well you see Dr., as my name suggests, I am a wizard. My job is simply to keep everyone safe and responsible. The world is a very dangerous place, you SCP foundation folks would know that better than anyone about that fact!

Dr. Richards: You know of the SCP foundation?

SCP-████: Of course I do! Very big fan of your work! Trying to keep everyone safe from all these dangerous anomalies. Kudos to you guys, kudos!

Dr. Richards: Uh, thank you? Anyways, can you detail how you usually preform your job, or keep people “safe?”

SCP-████: Uh… I guess lecturing people on the rules and importance of road rules, filling up potholes, sticking reflective poles near edges, stuff like that. Pretty mundane huh?

Dr. Richards: What about your staff? What do you use that for?

SCP-████: Oh my staff! Well, I use it to channel my magic for the more dangerous part of my job. Magic can be real dandy in a rock slide.

Dr. Richards: I see.

Room is silent as Dr. Richard pauses to write notes.

Dr. Richards: *coughs* Um, SCP- sorry, Road Wizard. If you don’t mind me asking, I know you dub yourself as the “Road Wizard,” but is that the only safety concern you have? Or are there others like you that specialize in other hazards?

SCP-████: Funny you should ask that Dr., my real name’s actually the Safety Wizard. I just go with road because America has a crap ton of cars you know? And no, there's no one else like me so far that I know of.

Dr. Richards: So do you specialize in anything else then?

SCP-████: Sure I do! Let me just-

SCP-████ then manifests their staff from their hand which starts to emit a blue glow. A train sign then projects at the tip.

SCP-████’s outfit then suddenly shifts into a mock version of a steam engine engineer of their outfit, complete with a cap, denim overalls, vest-cloak and a yellow and black striped bandana.

SCP-████: Trains! Guess you could say I’ve become the “Rail Wizard!”

Silence.

SCP-████: Haha, sorry. There are other specialities too, but it’d probably take a while to show you all of them.

Dr. Richards: So are you able to switch forms like that?

SCP-████: That’s right miss! It’s very important to be dressed proper for any job!

SCP-████’s staff projects a car sign and outfit returns to previous description.

SCP-████: So any other questions for me Dr.? I’d love to stay and chat, but I need to be going soon.

Dr. Richards: SCP- I mean Road Wizard, you are aware that we can’t just let you go out.

SCP-████: I understand your concerns Dr., seeing what kind of place you guys run. But believe me, I’m not a dangerous guy! And it’s not like you folks can keep me in here anyways.

Dr. Richards: What do you mean by that?

SCP-████: Oh nothing. Anyways, it was nice chatting with you Dr. Richards, but I really must be on my way. See you later!

Dr. Richards: Hey, wait!

*SCP-████’s staff projects a Two Way Traffic sign and a glowing, yellow portal appeared to the right of SCP-████. SCP-████ then enters through the portal which disappears.

[END LOG]

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The Hazard Monster

Item# : SCP-█████

Object Class: Keter

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-█████ should be contained within a 5 m x 5 m x 5 m chamber of reinforced concrete. Door and windows should be tightly sealed to prevent SCP-█████ from escaping through any cracks.

Description: SCP-█████ is an amorphous, black blob which can change its mass, texture, shape, and composition through anomalous means. SCP-█████’s face appears to be an NFPA 704 Diamond symbol. Each section of diamond can open up to reveal a set of teeth or eyes (amount varies). SCP-█████ normally uses its anomalous abilities to inflict injuries on people. The relationship between SCP-████, or as they dubbed themself, the Road Wizard, is very negative.

Addendum 1: Discovery

Foundation was first alerted of SCP-█████ when reports of multiple incidents were reported by the people in the town of █████████. Residents were reported being injured by a black shapeshifting blob. Foundation, with the help of the Road Wizard, were able to track down SCP-██████ and capture it. All town residents were given Class A amnestics.

[ileikbees]

look alright, I know everyone is headcanoning Grian as a kōtare (kingfisher) this season because of his obsessive crush on the ocean but I need you guys to hear me out on this okay... if anyone is a kōtare this season it's 100% Gem (I mean c'mon her skin has the blues and everything!). no, Grian is not a kōtare, Grian is and always will be a kea.

(reasoning under the cut because it got kind of long, as well as some pictures of birds being idiots)

first things first, not only are they a parrot (which I have seen Grian headcanoned as being alongside being a macaw specifically) but their colors fit his vibe, just look at these funky lil guys??

majestic dorks.

secondly, kea are not only the worlds only alpine parrot (hello magic mountaineers? he may have a crush on the ocean but he did choose to build his base against a mountain this season), they're also well known for being (and I feel the need to stress this) absolute fucking prankster gods. they're literally known for their mischievous, chaos bringing personalities, are smart as hell, and are extremely curious and playful to boot. they're literally (lovingly) called the 'clown of the mountain' by some people.

like seriously, here's a small list of things kea have been known to do:

dive bombing roofs to, essentially, use them as fun little slides

they also like to roll stones down roofs for fun

exploring anything new - they're known to investigate backpacks, skis, and even cars, they especially love anything they can easily mess with or grab

on the topic of investigating backpacks, they will literally open said backpacks in order to steal things like food

knocking over skis so that they can ride downhill on them

throwing stones at humans for fun

peeling off and eating the rubber on cars

just fucking with cars in general (see below for an image of a kea messing with a towbar) they'll strip your car of anything not bolted or welded down

they'll nick anything they can get their grubby little beaks or claws on including wallets and passports

breaking into houses through cat doors

turning on water taps

learning to use tools to set off stoat traps

playing with traffic cones

playing with snowballs

there was a kea that literally locked a guy inside of his hut

on top of all of this, they're known to do some of this stuff just to entertain other kea around them.

here's some pictures of the idiots doing their thing:

basically, these guys are dicks and I have never seen a more Grian-coded bird in my life than these little shits. kea Grian supemacy.

[cherrys-writings]

Can you please do Jameson Hawthorn x reader fics your writing is amazing

Why There's Glitter in Grayson's Bathroom

Thank you so much!! It means so much that you apprecieate my writing!!

Here's romantic partners in crime, traffic cone chaos, and my attempt at a cute/clever nickname

Prank wars, while they became less common, they got more elaborate. Grayson never should have said that he noticed everything. You knew the moment it left his mouth that Jameson would take it as an open invitation to mess with him. You were sitting on a couch watching him pace in front of a white board. Near illegible writing scattered on the mind map, detailed the intricacies of his plan.

"Vixen you’re a genius!" 

Jameson had that crooked smile that drive you crazy. You walk towards him, standing on your toes and giving him a chaste kiss. You take the marker from his hand, "your plan is good, but you forgot one thing. Cleaning schedule."

Jamie laughed, "if all goes well, we won't need to worry about that."

Jameson already had the first things he would place in Grayson's part of the house. You suggested a variation of what that comedian did with rubber ducks. He loved how clever you were, figuring out how to pull off some of his most impossible ideas. As soon as Grayson was gone, you snuck into his rooms. 

"Put them somewhere you only glance at, like between a frame and a wall or the top of a lamp," you suggested. You agreed to start with only three or four tiny traffic cones and then slowly work your way up to large ones. Jameson had put two in the bathroom and as expected, Grayson didn’t notice their presence. Jameson bugged you while studying to recount how Grayson spent all day in his rooms and didn’t notice the tiny traffic cones. Time to level up.

Xander had the next step up, legos. “Do you have anything big planned once you get to big traffic cones? Or are you just letting them sit there?” 

You smiled, “Are you familiar with the concept of the glitter bomb?” 

Jameson slammed the car door and sighed at yet another parking lot devoid of traffic cones. You leaned against the car next to him, admiring how he looked while frustrated. The crease of his brows, how he would rub his eyes, and the pouty frown that made him look in desperate need of kissing. Lack of streetlights made the idea more and more tempting until you finally gave in. Gently at first, turning him toward you before stealing his frown for yourself. No matter how many times Jameson kissed you, he acted like it would be your last. He held your face with both hands, tilting your head just right so he could savor every moment. You let your hands slide down his chest, smiling against his mouth when his abs tensed under your touch. His tongue traced your lower lip, earning a contented sigh. You tugged at his waist, his warmth surrounding you.

Jameson rested his forehead against yours, hand on the small of your back keeping you close, “What are you thinking, Vixen?” 

“You needed to stop thinking Jamie.”

At this point you, Jameson, and Xander were sure that Grayson was purposefully ignoring the traffic cones. Probably didn’t want to give you all the satisfaction of having proved him wrong. So the three of you continued this plot, until the day Grayson burst into Jameson’s room yelling and covered head to toe in rainbow glitter. 

Thank you again ❤❤

-Cherry

[screaming--incoherently]

Traitorous - Prologue/Chapter 1

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Swearing,

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Odessa Volkova had always been a hot mess. Emphasis on hot. 

It was hereditary. A curse passed down through her family's genetic code, resulting in one train wreck after another. Her grandmother drank herself to death after losing all her money to a gambling addiction. Her father had a psychotic break and burned their house down. And Odessa fought in a war against the gods because a blonde guy convinced her she was worth something.

The war ended in a massacre, hundreds of friends and allies cut down before her very eyes. Odessa was one of the few left to pick up the pieces afterwards, to glue herself back together and force her way forward. She’d gone back to the mortal world, running from monsters and Romans alike. Then after one particularly disastrous run-in with the law, Odessa was shipped off to a school full of mentally unstable delinquents, a place she unfortunately fit right into.

It had all led her to today. The war, the fallout, getting sent to reform school, the fates had designed it for this moment, sitting on a cracked leather seat on a crowded school bus, staring into the eyes of the boy who'd once meant the world to her. The boy who’d walked away without a second thought.

Jason. Fucking. Grace.

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Jason Grace was here. Jason Grace was here. Even in the warped reflection of the window, she recognized him easily, ‘sleeping’ in the once-empty seat behind her. A mix of anger and apprehension spread through Odessa’s body like a wildfire, screaming at her to run away/fight him/grab him and demand to know why he'd come back to bother her after all this time.

It had been months since the Battle of Mount Orthys. Odessa had kept her head down, staying out of trouble. Jason shouldn’t have been able to find her, much less make it this close. She fought the urge to reach for the dagger tucked into the inner pocket of her jacket, her fingers itching to curl around the handle of a weapon. Jason wouldn't be here without a plan, and Odessa knew better than to start swinging without understanding her situation first.

Jason was sitting next to Piper McLean, a freakishly pretty girl and one of the only people Odessa tolerated at this school. From the way Piper was looking at Jason—and how she wasn’t freaking out about a stranger suddenly appearing beside her—it was obvious she was under the influence of the mist. Odessa’s eyes narrowed at Jason’s reflection, manipulating the mist was a feat few demigods could master, she wondered what else Jason had learned since the last time they’d seen each other. 

Her eyes closed for a moment as she sank deeper into her seat, an irritated exhale leaving Odessa’s lips. She was having a hard enough time trying to blend in in the mortal world, Odessa didn't need Jason coming in and ruining everything she'd built. Leo Valdez—the impish, hyperactive, Santa’s elf she was sitting next to—glanced up from the mess of pipe cleaners and rubber bands he was fiddling with to raise an eyebrow curiously at her. Odessa waved him off, rubbing her temples in an attempt to soothe the growing pounding in her head.

She glanced back at Jason’s reflection, only to find him wide awake… and staring directly at her. Odessa quickly averted her gaze, desperately trying to come up with a plan to get out of this situation.

Her train of thought was interrupted by Coach Hedge yelling something unintelligible at the front of the bus. The Coach was a mountain of a man—or he would have been, if he wasn't the same height as a fifth grader. Hedge liked to compensate for his height by being extraordinarily loud, both in the way he dressed and spoke. His neon orange polo shirt made him look like a traffic cone, and despite sitting at the back of the bus, when he started talking it felt as though he was yelling in her ear.

As the Coach lectured them about not causing trouble at the canyon, Odessa noticed Hedge’s beady eyes narrow slightly as they flicked to Jason. She sat up straighter in her seat, fighting the urge to glance behind her. Nobody else had reacted so far in response to Jason Grace's sudden appearance on their field trip. But if the Coach wasn't affected by the Mist—plus he didn't look happy to see Jason—that meant Odessa had a potential ally if Jason tried to drag her back to camp for judgement.

“All right Cupcakes!” Coach Hedge announced, tearing his eyes away from Jason. “We'll be at the canyon in five minutes. Stay with your partner, and don't be stupid or else.”

That last part seemed directed at the back of the bus, and from the way Hedge's grip tightened on his baseball bat, Odessa had a feeling Hedge might try and ‘take care’ of Jason himself.

“Can he talk to us that way?” Jason worriedly whispered to Piper, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. He sounded anxious, as if he wasn't fully capable of blasting the Coach to ash if he wanted to.

Odessa turned around to face Jason, resting an arm on the back of her seat. She wanted a better look at him, to try and figure out what was going on. “Of course, he can,” she told him, deciding to play along with Jason's façade to try and figure out what his intentions were. “We go to the Wilderness School. ‘Where the kids are the animals.’”

She said it with a wicked gleam in her eyes but paired it with a joking smile. Looking at Jason now, Odessa almost couldn't believe this was the same guy who toppled the Black Throne last August. He was too tense, his eyes darting around like he didn't know where he was, his fists clenching and unclenching over and over again.

“This is some kind of mistake,” Jason told them, his eyes darting between Piper and Odessa, practically begging them to believe him. “I’m not supposed to be here.”

That threw Odessa off. Jason Grace was a lot of things and a good liar wasn't one of them. It was obvious that he was telling the truth—or at least what he believed to be the truth—which made Odessa's life a hell of a lot harder.

Leo—never one to be left out of a conversation—turned around to grin impishly at Jason. “Of course, Jason. We’ve all been framed! I didn’t run away six times. Piper didn’t steal a BMW. Odessa didn't—” he glanced over at her, “what did you do again?”

Odessa, who had no intention of telling anyone that story, simply answered “drugs.” just as Piper protested, “I didn't steal that car Leo!”

Leo scoffed, “oh, I forgot, Piper. What was your story? You ‘talked’ the dealer into lending it to you?”

The two continued arguing, and Odessa tuned them out, turning back to scrutinise Jason.

“You really remember nothing?” She asked, wondering if now that Piper and Leo were distracted, she'd catch a glimpse of the real Jason in those strikingly blue eyes of his. Odessa was hoping it was all a ploy to get her to drop her guard, that any second now Jason would drop the façade and threaten/beg/try to convince her to come back to Camp. Not that she could even if she wanted to, Reyna would have her hung, drawn and quartered the second Odessa stepped foot on Roman soil.

But Jason seemed dead set on playing the amnesia route. “Nothing,” he promised, his eyes staring pleadingly into hers, sincerity written all over his face. Odessa's heart dropped, Jason was being truthful, and that meant something worse was going on, something that already managed to pull one over on one of the strongest demigods she'd ever met.

Odessa opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off by Leo, whose argument with Piper had gotten steadily louder.

“I’m just saying, I doubt a guy just gave you the keys to a brand new BM—”

“Leo Valdez!” Piper and Leo both shut up as Coach Hedge yelled from the front, “is there a problem back there?”

He was gripping his baseball bat like he really, really wanted there to be a problem.

Leo glanced slyly over at Odessa, “watch this!” He winked at her before turning to the front. “Sorry, Coach! I was having trouble hearing you. Could you use your megaphone, please?”

The glee in the Coach’s eyes as Leo mentioned the megaphone sent a shiver down Odessa's spine. Hedge unclipped the megaphone from his belt and continued to give directions, except his voice came out sounding like Darth Vader's. Odessa held back a snicker, then burst out into full laughter when Coach tried again and a loud “Moo!” sounded from the megaphone.

“Valdez!” Hedge yelled, slamming the megaphone against a seat to try and fix it.

Leo grinned at Odessa, winking playfully at her. Odessa stifled another laugh, enjoying the sight of Coach Hedge yelling at the megaphone while trying to fix it. “How'd you do that?” She asked, momentarily forgetting about the Jason problem as her attention shifted to Leo.

“I'm a special boy,” Leo answered, leaning in a little bit closer to her.

“Guys!” Jason interrupted, his eyes darting between Odessa and Leo. For a split second, there was something in his eyes as Jason looked at Odessa—not recognition, but close enough that it made her freeze for a moment. As Odessa and Leo both turned to look at Jason, he hesitated for a moment before speaking, as if he didn't actually have something to say and was now scrambling for words. “W-what am I doing here? Where are we going?”

Piper furrowed her brows, staring at Jason with confusion written all over her face. “Jason, are you joking?”

Odessa bit her lip, staying silent. As far as she knew, Piper and Leo were mortals, and it would take too long to explain the whole Mist-warping-memories thing. She'd wait until this field trip was over, then corner Jason and figure out what was going on. Hopefully it was simple enough that Odessa could solve the problem discreetly. She didn't want to drag anyone else into demigod business.

“Of course he’s joking,” Leo insisted, giving Jason a look Odessa couldn't quite read. “Jason’s just trying to get me back for the whole shaving cream on the Jell-O incident, right?” Leo raised an eyebrow at Jason, letting out a laugh that seemed a little forced, “at least the Jell-o thing was funny. Amnesia’s a little far, Jay.”

Jason just stared helplessly at Leo, confusion etched across his face. The sight made Odessa uncomfortable, seeing Jason like this dragged up emotions she'd longed since buried, and she had to fight the urge to reach out and comfort him.

“Leo… I think he's serious.” Piper reached for Jason's hand, concern flickering in her eyes. “Did you hit your head or something? You really don't know who we are?”

Jason pulled his hand away from Piper's, his eyes desperately scanning the three of them. “I don't…” he admitted, taking a shaky breath before continuing, “I don't even know who I am.”

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Welcome to the beginning of my new Heroes of Olympus fanfic Traitorous. New chapters will be posted once a week (unless I'm feeling productive and writing more lol). If you like it so far lmk, I'm trying to work on my writing skills so any advice/constructive criticism is appreciated! <3 Mack

[violetfairydust]

I just felt like posting today. It's long, but it makes me laugh and I need to laugh.

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Stiles flopped down the steps in a neon orange wetsuit.

Peter and Scott had been standing in the middle of the living room chatting. They couldn’t help but notice Stiles’ choice of clothing.

“Good news,” Peter said. “I found Nemo.”

Stiles wiggled his eyebrows. “You noticed my scuba suit, huh?”

“It’s hard to miss an eyesore like that.”

“Hey, it was this or lime green.”

“I don’t think you should wear either.”

His rubber flippers slapped against the hardwood floor and make a suctioning sound. Stiles walked to the closet and whipped out some goggles and strapped them to his head. They snapped back and he stumbled, but caught himself on the wall.

“Dare I ask what you’re doing?” Peter continued. Scott was in too much shock to say anything.

“Derek, Cora, Isaac, and I were going to the river. We were going to try water skiing.” Stiles turned toward the stairs. “Are you guys ready yet?”

Derek, Cora, and Isaac came downstairs wearing normal clothes. They tried to repress their laughter upon seeing Stiles. Cora had to turn her head and hide behind Isaac’s shoulder.

“What?”

“What is this traffic cone doing in our living room?” Isaac sassed.

“We better go before you scare all the dogs,” Derek said.

“Aren’t you guys prepared? Are you planning on falling in the river in your clothes?” He nodded at their regularity. “Didn’t you pack swimsuits?”

“They’re on under our clothes, carrot boy,” Cora sassed.

“Have fun,” Scott said.

“Thanks,” Derek responded. “Come on Cheddar Cheese Stick, let’s go.”

Stiles rolled his eyes and ignored his husband. He nodded to Peter and Scott who didn’t look an ounce less entertained. “What are you guys doing today?”

“I was going to teach Malia how to skateboard,” Scott said.

Peter looked at him with his arms crossed. “Who’s going to teach you?”

[theartisticcrow]

Silly Game Time: If you were to become the patron deity of one specific aspect of the *natural* world, which aspect would you choose?

It could be as wide as the sky or as narrow as tide pools, as universal as clouds or as localized as one mountain, as alive as animals or as inanimate as rocks. All that matters is that it's of nature and that it feels right for you.

(Personally, I would chose to be the god of dusk, when the sun sets and day fades from the sky to give way to night's gentler moon and stars.)

I think I would be the deity of the northern lights, providing a bit of hope and joy in a part of the world so cold, so barren.

And if I were to be a deity of just anything, I think I would have something to do with knowledge or the correction of misinformation and injustice. Or perhaps I would have something to do with revolution, seeing as the French Revolution is something I take a large interest in and I did spend 11 days writing a 30 page essay about Maximilien Robespierre, explaining why he was not a dictator and why people think that (reactionary propaganda, mostly).

I am tired and feeling a little depressed with the current state of the world right now. Usually I'm optimistic and hopeful (what else can I do in my current position?) and I am quick to correct the idiocy of other people who think murdering innocent people in somehow justified (yes, I have had to deal with this. My strong sense of social justice that came free with the autism doesn't allow me to let it slide [lol that's pretty much how Robespierre died])... But today I just feel a bit sad. Thus why I'm answering this ask even though it is from so long ago. I think I meant to answer it but I forgot.

Of course, I did see a play literally about the holocaust earlier today, so it shouldn't be surprising that it had some effect on me. It was really well down and honestly had me close to tears at a couple points throughout the performance, which is saying something because I don't get that kind of emotional very easily.

If I could be a deity of anything, I think I'd like to be a deity of Hope.

But on a more positive and amusing side of things, look what I happened upon in the lighting booth today

Saw the little Robespierre cut out yesterday and couldn't help myself. Funniest thing is that I am factually correct, it's hardly even a joke at this point.

All that said and done, I'm probably going to lie down now. Hey, at least I have Friday off tomorrow so I finally get to take a break for the first time in over a week. I've got everything together for my best friend's birthday "party" on Saturday. It'll just be us too, he doesn't have any other close friends (his school kind of sucks and people suck). Plan I think is that we'll go bowling then head back to his place. He hates his birthday yet refuses to tell me why, but I'm determined to make it fun. I have an entire wooden chest full of gifts, plus a Bill Cipher poster that I created, since of course he's a big Gravity Falls fan and kind of turned me into on too.

I also am going to give him a few of my rubber rats, a nice cloak that I spent three days fixing up, a harmonica I found in my closet, some other random things including a traffic cone that I painstakingly managed to fit inside the box, and the Book of Bill, which I know he will be delighted to see. I'm not too worried about him seeing this despite him technically having a tumblr account. I think he's already forgotten about it anyways, so...

And then I've got some government exam or whatever on Monday that I'm required to complete if I want to ever graduate high school, but I'm not too worried about it. I am however super excited for November because my Drama teacher is offering to take anyone from my Drama class who's interested to go see a production of the Sweeney Todd musical, so I'll be seeing that next month.

Haven't really got much else going on aside from schoolwork and a slideshow presentation that I'm working on as a science project and already I have failed to take it seriously. The first slide starts out with the caption: ASTRONOMY TIMELINE "What's the worst that could happen" and then the next slide is the asteroid that killed the dinosaurs, and then one of the dinosaurs in the image is saying "yeah, I'm sure that's edible" which becomes their last words on a gravestone, so you know this is going to be a good presentation.

Also here's a photo I took of a pigeon while I was in Toronto last weekend.

Sorry but also not sorry if this comes off as weird in any way whatsoever. I've gone completely off topic in regards to the original question but honestly it's just a nice excuse to off about my life because writing my thoughts down always makes me feel better.

If you see this and take the time to read this through, I hope you're doing well and that you're safe and comfortable and I hope that you never have to worry about any terrible things because the world is a terrifying place. I hope you have a good day or night. I hope you're okay and you make sure to take care of yourself. I would be deeply saddened to hear if anything bad happened to you, even despite the fact that I hardly know you.

We're all just people trying to survive and make it through another day. We all have our own concerns and internal conflicts. We all possess our own feelings, whether others realise it or not. I don't care if I hardly know you, I still hope that you feel loved and appreciated.

[sugarcoatedmechanic]

@hambot2point0 B-12 wasn’t meant for off-roading. The robot wasn’t one to become particularly frustrated, but he didn’t find the experience very rewarding. Of course, off reading to him is literally anything other than a perfectly level sidewalk.

So he was trying to stick to the sidewalk, the nearly level sidewalk. But it wasn’t working out as well as he’d like.

He had crossed the same crosswalk about seven times at this point. Get to other side. Car is parked on sidewalk. Reroute. Turn around and try the other way. Traffic cone. That probably isn’t good. perhaps the car is gone? Cross the road, encounter car, reroute.

This loop continued like this until he spotted a stranger and he was finally broken of his casual meandering back and forth across the road. He quickly stumbled towards him, and barely avoided tripping as he went to greet the frankly miserable looking soul. His voice was high and loudly enthusiastic. He stood with feet wide apart, and black metal and rubber hands splayed expressively, highlighted by the colorful LEDs that circled his wrists like glow sticks. Hello, my name is B-12! Would you like to play a game?”

[lubas-things]

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[bakumatsu-assassin]

The stench of burnt rubber and singed fur hung heavy in the air. Which occurred just right after the mangled contraption appeared to be a washing machine ravaged by a honey badger made a sudden crash loudly onto the ground. Glowing tubes sputtered and an antenna, clearly a coat hanger bent by overzealous enthusiasm, twitched erratically.

With a deafening KABOOM that startled a flock of nearby tengu, the metal hatch flung open, launching a gaggle of Rabbids into a heap of flailing limbs and confused "Bwaahs!" Dazed and dusted (mostly dusted), they took in their surroundings. Gone was the sterile lab they called home, replaced by a vast open field bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun.

One Rabbid, sporting a traffic cone as a makeshift crown (clearly the leader, at least until someone found a bigger carrot), scratched his head with a beady black eye. His fellow Rabbids, a motley crew of fuzzy chaos agents, followed suit, their expressions a hilarious mix of bewilderment and the ever-present hope of encountering a giant, carrot-shaped time machine.

The culprit behind their predicament, the Time Washing Machine, lay sputtering behind them like a deranged blender. Smoke curled from its mangled form, mingling with the sweet scent of wildflowers. It seemed their latest attempt at conquering time travel had gone about as smoothly as a greased watermelon on a downhill slope.

The first Rabbid thrusts a fuzzy finger skyward, voicing a high-pitched "BWAAAAH!"

The second sniffs the air with exaggerated suspicion, and lets out a question "BWEE BWOINK?" He then points a finger at the pulsating flowers with a curious "BWAA?"

A third resident "mechanic" whacks the smoking machine with a wrench, earning a disgruntled "BWAAAH!" from the machine itself.) He shakes his fist and lets out a frustrated "BWAAAH DOO BEE BOO! BWAH BWAH!"

A chorus of agreement erupted from the Rabbids, a symphony of confused "BWAAHs?" punctuated by the occasional rhythmic crunch of a carrot being munched on. They stared out at the strange new world, a mix of cartoonish confusion and bewilderment.

@geisthonoredferry

[uncommondumbats]

» [ Ah yes he has blown up a Cabin, likely killed multiple people, committed shoplifting several times, evading cops ( in Jailbreak ), noclipping, speed hacking, taking advantage of a glitch/bug, scammed kids in Adopt Me, scammed kids in Pet Sim X, stuck bee stickers all over the H.U.N.T helicopter, programmed all the doorbells in Guest House to play a rickroll, blasted On Fire by The Roop over a store tannoy system, crashed Roblox by overloading a game with cubes, rammed people off of the road in Driving Sim, targets noobs in Arsenal, bypasses the Roblox filter, spams hashtags when angry, yells in the Hunt Mode VC, has several community guidelines warnings, got banned from the official Roblox Discord for saying the f word once, cursed out some dude in Tower Defense Sim because he said cherry slushies suck, stole a traffic cone and pretended it was a hat, called Builderman old once ( as a joke ), stole Murch's heart, also stole Murch's ability to walk multiple times *wink WINK*, has previously crashed a Survival server by wearing a giant buff noob avatar, once said Enenra is a decent Slasher pre-nerf, once set fire to a fridge trying to make it run Doom, pirated Pizza Tower, flipped off Orvhill several times, left rubber duckies all over A.I.L.A's workstation, once walked into a Tesco shirtless in 10°C weather, laughs at people who fall over in Stupid Babies, drives his car through puddles in Bloxburg intentionally to splash people, drank 4 Monsters and then tried to outrun a dude on a motorbike, was the soul reason for the electric bill on the cabin being high, once tried to hit on Commander Storm, blamed Val for a swarm of Bees stinging Murderer, replaced all of Miers's coats with pink fluffy dressing gowns, called Malvus a b-tch, and keeps changing the screensaver on Murch's PC to that one grey and white cat image. ] «

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[thunder--muffin]

Unbound Breaks My Heart

I bought Need for Speed Unbound recently. It was on sale for under $10. So, I figured, "Why not. Let's see why the reviews are the way they are."

When I say that the game frustrated me to tears, I'm not exaggerating. I came so close to crying, I was so irked.

This rant is based on the first 30 minutes I've spent in the game. I haven't managed to make it further.

Prelude

I've done 3 races, I'm still in the prelude. There are a lot of redundancies - in my eyes - that annoy me.

When you go to the map to select a race, there are extra steps. They show the same shit on the map that you see at the event, not a problem. It's the steps that's the issue. Then, when you get to the event, it's there, too. In heat, at least, you drove to the race, and you pressed one button, that's it. This extra nonsense to make up with the fact that they have to show that this game isn't a mistake makes it more glaringly obvious that it is.

Racing

My car is slow as shit, and you have me in races with super cars. They're gone in no seconds flat! What point does this serve? The rubber banding is so bad in this game, it's giving NFS: Heat a run for its money. I have to slog further through the story to unlock the feature to upgrade my car's specs. In NFS: Unbound, you start off with a beater. Where, in other NFS games, you start off in a really nice car, and you downgrade to a beater. So, why do I have to be antagonized before I can upgrade my car?

Driving

Driving in a straight line causes me to spin out, I'm fishtailing like a MF, and it's always random. The fact that I have a slow car means I have a slow start. While everyone else around me is gone, I'm still getting my tires to spin and actually gain [traction]. There has to be something I'm missing here because um...

Moving on...

Characters

This is the first NFS game where I absolutely do not care about the characters. Where I absolutely skipped the cutscenes. Where I wanted to desperately go back to when the main protagonist never talked, you didn't even see their faces. You just knew you disliked Cross, Darius, etc., and you must get away from them or beat them to get their pink slips. Things were simpler back then.

Music

I had cut off all in-game music. I did the same for NFS: Heat, but at least when I played Heat, I got to the point where I made my own racing playlist in Spotify and played that. Furthermore, I love hip-hop, but it's like they chose every developer's song that they disliked and put it in the game. What happened to variety?

Dialogue

Now, being a Need for Speed veteran, the dialogue is always cheesy, borderline embarrassing to witness even. Unbound though? I'm convinced they had an AI write and voice the dialogue. It's so bad. I'm cringing harder than I've ever cringed, and we have NFS: Heat. I didn't think it could get any worse than NFS: Heat. It makes me glad they left it on a cliffhanger; or put it off that way.

Why is it the only thing the developers listened to the gamers about was to add people. I think that's the dumbest shit to date. I remember people asking for this for almost a decade, and it was ignored. Why add people now? It was always a stupid idea. Now, it's a stupid idea manifested. NFS: ProStreet, it made sense to have people. There were closed tracks. It's a distraction, and it doesn't add anything to the game. It actually causes more problems. Not only that, but it's such an unintelligent, simple-minded addition, and I hope this isn't going to be commonplace in future NFS titles. But, I'll take that over this game entirely as long as the game is good.

Explosions

Everything explodes. Traffic cones, guardrails, gates, etc. Nothing is that pliable. Everything is...finicky; like a delicate little flower. I shouldn't send sparks flying from hitting a traffic cone. Trees disappear and then, confetti. It seems lazy. This is a minor issue, but it gets a spotlight because it seems like everything in this game is made of papier-mâché.

Restricted

For a game called unbound, you're bound. Like NFS No Limits, you're extremely limited. Unbound is restrictive. From the few races I've done, I can tell you're not able to do a goddamned thing. The map feels empty, you're only assigned races. You can't venture off and do anything on the map. It's a paywall, minus the pay.

Gameplay

I didn't like having to pick between night and day in Heat, I for damn sure don't like it in Unbound. The stupid weekly system that's been implemented. Why? What the absolute FUCK? The cops are annoying AF. And that's saying A LOT because this franchise is BUILT on a cat and mouse system. The handling, like I mentioned earlier, it's worse in races. I'm clunking along and everyone else seems to be strapped to rockets on ice. While we're on handling, I'll never understand why they had to change how you drift in these games. Underground 2, Most Wanted, Carbon, drifting was fun and it made sense. They complicated something that didn't have to be complicated at all. The buy-in system isn't needed. This is, again, another attempt at doing something unnecessarily different.

Mods

I've had to add mods to make this game playable. Not even enjoyable because I still can't bring myself to play this for no longer than one race.

I miss when developers actually TRIED and wasn't obligated by red tape and someone telling them, "time is money, and you're wasting time, hurry TF up!" I miss the era of Most Wanted (2005), Underground 1 and 2. Man, I miss wanting to play a NFS game, now when I see a new release, I assume it's a disappointment, and I've been right every single time. I don't want a remastered/remake of the old games because they'd just ruin that, too. Just listen to us past adding people walking on the sidewalks into the game.

All in all this game, in my humble opinion is...

[nitrosodiumofficialuses]

This is some concept art for TWL; namely, the various personnel classes of Hydromorph, and their infected or "Drain" variant after everything goes to hell. Similarly to several different zombie games, the mutation will alter the body based on what state it victim is in, utilizing both hard and soft components to create an amphibious killing machine. Let's talk about the clean drawings first.

Firstly, we have the scientists, dressed in white lab coats and likely orange turtlenecks underneath. They make up the bulk of the Hydromorph workforce, many living within the facility's living quarters to dedicate their lives to studying aquatic life - and that includes waterborne viruses. Next to them is the engineers or "techs", goggle-clad maintenance workers tasked with keeping Hydromorph's pumps and generators operating optimally. Next is the "diving techs", kitted out in diving suits with built-in oxyacetylene torches for underwater welding. Next is the hazmat workers, kitted out in a heavy-rubber protective suit and the distinctive toolbelt with a pipe wrench, walkie talkie and emergency flare. This is Nicolas' role, a research associate tasked with biohazard clean-up and other menial work in environments that would melt through any other uniform. The final role is "Hydro-Sec", the facility's security personnel. Dressed in a riot helmet and strapped into a Kevlar shell, these guards deal with breaches to Hydromorph security, from exterior to interior.

On a good day, these various jobs would coalesce together to keep the gears of Hydromorph running smoothly. Unfortunately, on the day Toxic Waters Lite takes place, nothing runs smoothly, and various members of each class are bitten, mangled, infected, and worse. Let's look at that now.

The scientist Drains are the most common. Given their rational but timid personalities, their white lab coats and orange jumpers have been totally shredded, an after-affect of the scientist's reluctance to damage such a perfect specimen (while it sank its teeth into them). They have greenish skin, covered in pustules and lesions, milky eyes, and a vestigial tendril sprouting from their shoulder. With no specialized mutations, these Drains can be dispatched as easily as any other "walker" type zombie in another game.

Next up is the tech Drain. The engineer's overalls are tattered, now stained with something much redder than any common machine lubricant. Their hard hat is punctured, presumably from a previous survivor's self-defense attempt, or where the progenitor Drain decided to route its infection. The iconic goggles are still fastened to the Drain's head, but its true unique feature is the gnarled right arm, prehensile tentacles tightly wrapped about a bloodied monkey wrench. This gives the tech Drain a much more dangerous melee attack, though at a cost to their balance.

The diver Drain is an interesting one. Assuming the previously living diving tech was infected while in combat with an underwater Drain, the virus augmented its host to be suited better to an aquatic environment. The legs have fused into a spiny, mermaid-esque tail, giving them a vicious edge in the water, but considerably less danger on land. The various tubes and equipment are still fastened to the Drain's body after infection, and while the headgear is gone, a rusty re-breather is still clenched between its slavering jaws. Similarly, the welding torch is still operational, and while it still has fuel, it adds a scorching pain to the infectious slash it has just given you.

The hazmat Drain is a little bit of a hyperbole. Ironically, it shows that Nicolas' orange armor is little more than a wearable traffic cone, and means he's just as susceptible to infection as his co-workers. The front visor is smashed open, revealing the scalled face of a Drain inside. The hazmat suit is stretched to its limits, filled with infectious ichor and bloated body parts. Tubes that once led to oxygen tanks have been ripped out, clenched in a bunch by the hazmat Drain, dripping caustic goo from the suit. In the other hand, the emergency flare has been lit, surrounding this particular mutant with a sinister red glow. Encountering a hazmat Drain should be a big experience for the player, as instantly quells any suspicions about the player being Drain-proof.

Finally, the security Drain. Unlike some other games, this particular strain of infection doesn't retain any marksmanship post-Drainage, but instead, their forearms have been turned into hulking crustacean claws. Sporting a bloodstained helmet visor and a ripped ballistic vest peppered with bullet holes, it is clear that this Drain has already torn its way through at least one survivor already. They will have a charging attack that can instantly kill Nicolas if he doesn't dodge, but this can be staggered by shooting the Drain and breaking its guard.

So, these are the possible character and enemy types for TWL. Pretty neat, right?

[parasitoidism]

im sorry is that co crete the traffic cone is set in?? CONKRETE?

its rubber but still.