#lor mimicry

[toxicglitch]

Roland egos in the meme drawover

[I know they look like shit. I can't draw them for the life of me]

Mimicry and in the name of love and hatred Silly boys

[metthewwilliams]

some sketches :P

TW : BODY HORROR(??)

[foxgirl]

gonna say something controvercial

i dont agree that LoR and LCB ruined carmen, i actually think her character is pretty consistent

like. come on. get all the ayin's gushing out of the way and look at her actions in LC. she took a chils'd life, ordered kali to capture a scammer, the facility already had abnormalities (thats how they got mimicry prototype)

she isnt the devil herself obviously but she does not mind the harm she causes!!! it has always been the case!! it is the main reason she is so okay with distortions id say!!!

[louguin]

Drawing Operation Unit Generation 1 : MIMICRY by Sougwen CHUNG

L’œuvre choisie s’appelle «  Drawing Operations Unit: Generation 1 MIMICRY » (« MIMETIQUE ») de Sougwen CHUNG. Le projet de l’artiste est de montrer la collaboration entre un robot et un humain. Le robot observe par une caméra le geste humain et s’en inspire pour dessiner sur la toile. La collaboration entre ces deux êtres crée une harmonie visuelle. Le robot dénué de sens artistique reproduit également les « défauts » du dessin produit par l’humain.  

Cette œuvre n’est pas figée dans le temps. En effet, lors de plusieurs démonstrations, l’œuvre évolue et la rend vivante.

L’œuvre est très intéressante en termes d’évolution de l’art. En effet, cette œuvre a été créé et testée en 2015-2016 à Tokyo, la technologie fait de plus en plus partie du quotidien de la population, et impact le monde de l’art également. 

Selon moi, ce style d’art picturale ne doit pas remplacer l’art créer par les artistes car elle est dénuée de sens et d’inspiration. Cela s’apparente plus à une méthode qui peut être utilisé pour aider l’artiste dans ses performances artistiques. Son aspect unique la rend intéressante et innovante et intrigante.  

Même si pour certains cela ne pourrait ne plus être de l’art, pour moi cette performance s’intègre pleinement dans le monde des arts visuels. 

PP-AV

[balis77]

Ok ever since TvTropes pointed out how every abnormality used in Realizations in LoR have a direct connection to the flashbacks/themes of those realizations I've been kinda obsessed with the symbolism, so I wanna expand on each individual abno.

Canto I

Ebony Queen's Apple: Represents Gregor's need to suppress his own emotions. The apple puts up thorns to protect itself that the sinners have to untangle. Much like Snow White's Apple, the Apple wants to find Snow White to have its revenge for abandoning it, but the Ebony Queen's Apple instead roots itself to the ground, unwilling to move forward while lashing out at those around it. The same way that Gregor's mutation lashes out when he cannot control it, with his fear of his own past making it so that all he can do to control it is keep himself rooted to the ground in an emotional sense.

Doomsday Calendar: Represents Gregor's fear of his mutation overwhelming him in time, and the inevitability of him having to address his past. The Calendar always counts down, and can only be delayed while active instead of stopped. Similar to how Gregor eventually realizes that no matter what he'll do, he'll never be free of Hermann and will have to face her in time.

False Apple: Represents the apple test Gregor went through, and his own view of himself. Just like Gregor's status as a propaganda figure, the apple initially appears golden to everyone. But it's true form of a mass of maggots reflects how he sees himself; a rotting vermin.

Canto II

Have You Become Strong?: Represents Rodion's desire to become someone important. The machine asks if the user wants to be strong, similar to how Sonya asks if Rodion really killed her landlord out of justice or out of a desire to become someone important. The way it turns the people using it into mindless cyborgs reflects how Rodion felt after she killed the broker.

Pink Shoes: Represents the murder itself and Rodion's hedonism. The shoes only ever desire more and make people lost in their own desires, like Rodion's own vices. It also reflects how Rodion's desires, either to be important or to not be extorted by the broker, resulted in her becoming hollow after the deaths of her neighbors.

Baba Yaga: Represents Rodion's emotional state, which is said directly in the Canto, and the cold aftermath of the massacre of her neighbors.

Canto III (This one is kinda weird because no direct abnos)

Crawling Inquisitor: Represents the hypocrisy of the Inquisitors as a whole, and Sinclair's own violent animalistic rage. In trying to become the apex of humanity, they ironically lost all of theirs and became little more than monsters. To Sinclair this represents how his desire to keep his humanity backfired on him. Also applies to the others.

Slithering Inquisitor: Represents the "snake" Sinclair allowed to take control of his life, namely Kromer. The serpents have completely replaced the Inquisitor and spray poison everywhere, representing how Kromer made her way into Sinclair's life and destroyed it. Also doubles as a reference to the tree of knowledge/forbidden fruit motif of Sinclair's ego, with the snake leading him estray.

Everything There Is Of An Inquisitor: Represents how Sinclair saw his own family after their operations. As a aberration of Nothing There, they try to look human but instead look like a pale uncanny imitation at best, the same way Sinclair began to see his own family. Their theme of mimicry also reflects Sinclair's tendency to reflect those he gets close to, and his lack of direct refusal towards his own operation.

Canto IV:

Fairy Gentleman: Represents Yi Sang's "Spring", or the period of his life where he gladly indulged in scientific discovery without care. But much like how the Gentleman's gifts eventually become harmful, his inventions would eventually lead to his suffering.

Drifting Fox: Represents Yi Sang's "Summer", or the period of his life where he began to see things fall apart. Like the fox's tattered umbrellas, his token attempts to try and keep the "rain" from seeping through were doomed to fail. In the end, he was left alone and drifting.

So No One Will Cry: Represents Yi Sang's "Fall", or the period wherein he saw the fruits of the League's favor begin to turn toxic as their technology was misused. Specifically, it reflects the ID bracelets that were initially designed to help missing children, only to be perverted into tools to monitor and abuse workers. This seems to be the moment where he realized their inventions will end up being abused by the Wings no matter what their intent.

Shock Centipede: Represents Yi Sang's Winter, or the period of his life when he was completely lost in despair while under N Corp's custody. Only strong shocks can get any sort of reaction, and he's been broken so badly all he can do is wait for the next form of suffering to give him some kind of reaction.

Canto V:

Ambling Pearl: Represents Ishmael's desire to find a purpose in her life. The filth stays inside the shell in an effort to be born into something useful, like how all Ishmael wanted to do was find her own purpose in life and not die as another corporate drone. The way it refines things into it's own offspring also reflects Ahab's influence on others, Ishmael included. Queequeg reflects on this in the Canto directly.

Flesh Prophet: Represents Ishmael's obsession. The Prophet keeps writing no matter what, focusing entirely on it unless something directly disturbs it, just like Ishmael's all consuming obsession with her revenge on Ahab.

Dream-Devouring Siltcurrent : Represents the blind obsession (Gee I wonder why the EGO is named that?) that drives both Ishmael and Ahab. It's own actions create the floatsam that harms it, the same way Ishmael and Ahab's obsessions only lead to their own demise. It's status as a whale that devours dreams also reflects Ahab's obsession with the Pallid Whale.

Canto VI:

Dreaming Electric Sheep: Represents Heathcliff's tragic dream of his reunion with Cathy. The sheep is imprisoned and can do nothing but dream as it suffers, with Don's Corrosion Line consisting of it begging people to stop taking things from it. At the end of the day, all Heathcliff wanted was to achieve his dream of being together with Cathy, but it just kept being taken from him. First, Cathy left for the Edgars after the dog attack, then she began bonding with them and spending less time with him, and finally even his hopes of someday marrying her were (In his eyes) taken by Linton when he overheard that conversation.

Portrait of a Certain Day: Represents Wuthering Heights and its butlers. This one is very direct, but in particular the Portrait's dungeon event foreshadows what happens to Cathy after the Canto directly.

King in Binds: Represents Heathcliff's vicious cycle with Cathy in every world. The king is both bound by the rags, struggling to be released, much like how Heathcliff is bound to the cycle of his own self hatred and love for Catherine and struggling to be released from it. However, the binds are also healing him, reflecting Heathcliff's ultimate conclusion only comes after he realizes the cycle he's trapped in. Only through that prison does he find the healing he needed, and ultimately he and Cathy's relationship ends by the finale of the Canto in a similar way; still bound in place, but healing until, one day, they may finally be released.

Canto I: Abnos have a theme of "transformation," where they act in stages you need to disarm (heh) to fully get through (the Calendar's 'dormant' phase where you can only attack the Masked Dolls, Ebony Queen's vines you have to detangle, the Golden Apple's first phase before it unleashes its mass of maggots)

Canto II: Abnos are never fought directly, instead have a theme of enslavement/possession. What you fight instead are its 'minions' (Become Strong has the augmented robots, Pink Shoes has possessed corpses and robots, Baba Yaga has the frozen neighbors), only Pink Shoes is properly "neutralized"

Canto III: We technically never see a "straight" Abnormality, instead what are fought are human Inquisitors using EGO suits often Corroded. Kromer is a *weird* case as she is (probably) a human who behaves mechanically like an Abnormality (her lack of SP gauge and what *should* be either manifesting EGO or Distorting, while giving indication of neither)

Canto IV: Abnos all have a theme around tears/sadness/water; So That No One Will Cry is an obvious one just from its name; Brazen Bull who is always seeking water to relieve its suffering; Fairy Gentleman who offers you a glass of Fairy Wine; Shock Centipede, who is either given electric shocks or dropped in a tank of water; and Drifting Fox, the abandoned mutt caught in the rain, with only ragged umbrellas that can't keep it dry.

Canto V: Abnos have a theme around "miniboss sidequests," the main entity being surrounded by targets you have to kill first before you can properly fight the main target. Ambling Pearl has the Slime you have to attack so it can't 'eat' to boost its strength; Skin Prophet has its candles you have to light so that it can see you; Dream-Devouring Siltcurrent has the Flotsam you have to break both to breathe and to have it charge into.

Canto VI: There are no Abnormalities here this is just Heathcliff working out his childhood trauma and relationship problems.

[comic-inc]

Final for college; renders of mimicry sword from lobotomy corp

[ruinaimagines]

Can we have nothing there Roland receiving affection headcanons? I love him sm :D

Sure thing! One Nothing There Roland coming right up. Honestly I never really paid attention to the floor realization besides the main stories, but it’s fun to look back and peek at the dialogue to really get a feel for the characters. Also fun because that way you can empathize and really get an idea about how they’re feeling.

It is 1 AM so I apologize for any typos, but I would not rest until I got my ideas out.

Nothing There Roland Affection Headcanons:

Much like any other of the floor realizations, this form of Roland stems from concentrated emotions that have risen up to the surface from underneath, and taken hold of him entirely.

Specifically emotions that happen to center around hollowness and loss. Failing to succeed in an action, which in turn rips and tears away at the inside and leaves only a husk. Emptiness that stems from having nothing, no friends, no loved ones, and ultimately not even yourself. To feel as though you’ve sunk to the lowest of low to the point you don’t exist anymore, only the perception of you does.

Despite this heavy turmoil he’s undergoing as well as the fact that his manifestation has stemmed from an ALEPH, I believe that given any circumstances outside of the floor realizations Mimicry Roland would be surprisingly easygoing.

I mean of course there’s gonna be some level of risk in interacting with him in such an unstable state, but I don’t believe there would be a large amount of aggressiveness or desire to lash out on others.

More than anything he’s just tired and hopeless. There really does seem to be nobody on his side and it clearly has taken a toll. No desire or motivation is left, it doesn’t even feel like he’s in control. It’s a melancholy indifferent feeling that saps at you.

For this reason he doesn’t even have motivation to fight. He might, but there’s not a desire or incentive to. Everything is just numb and there just doesn’t seem to be a reason.

Beware though, because this has potential to lead to possibly unpredictable behavior. He has the equal amount of power to react in a sudden way without remorse because the strong emotions have caused a lack of empathy.

However if you manage to approach him, he’s surprisingly reposed.

Going back on the feeling Roland has concerning the absence of others, I think that affection would actually be really sweet in the Mimicry form. He feels as though there’s no one for him to protect, and no one who really values him.

So I feel as though he’d actually enjoy it a lot. Nothing There does love attachment work after all, and if he’s going on about how he has no one anymore I think he would respond positively to an extent when you try and fill that role.

I say to an extent, because he’d also be confused. I mean he feels like a shell of his former self stripped of its original drive, but you just don’t care about that? I think it has something to do with him not feeling deserving of the care you give to him, so it perplexes him.

Just a warning: Mimicry Roland is clingy. Even if not physically, he’s constantly hanging out near you. He definitely got that from Nothing There, cause as much as an amalgamation that abnormality is it’s ultimately just a meat dog.

He’s lost loved ones and friends, and even though it’s unrealistic and quite literally impossible for you to die in the library, he’s still horrified that you’ll manage it somehow. He isn’t thinking rationally, and if he was he wouldn’t be in this form to begin with.

He follows you around the library like a lost puppy. He’ll try to help with what you’re doing and maybe sort some of the books, but his mind is cloudy and going a million miles a minute so it doesn’t really turn out successful.

You know that thing that dogs do? Not just dogs but any domestic animal. It’s where they sit right in front of you and just stare at you until you give them attention? Yeah, he does that.

I think he’s especially so drawn to you because of the care and concern you offer. He may feel hollow, but you’re offering something new. A warmth. And feeling empty all the time can kinda get boring.

Chances are you’ll have no idea what you’re getting into. You’ll hug him once, and then he’s constantly coming back for more. I hope you’re able to keep up with it.

Speaking of which, be careful of the teeth and spikes. While you don’t have to worry about him hurting you intentionally, it’s not gonna be pleasant if he gives you a bear hug and the hand mace stabs you.

Also a warning for your own sake: I hope you’re okay with the texture of flesh. As cuddly as he is, he is not really made out of cuddle material.

I don’t think he’s necessarily as blood-coated as some other forms, as it’s part of him rather than on him, but you’ll still probably feel like you need a cold shower afterwards.

Try and mind the eyes too, they aren’t sensitive because of Nothing There’s natural regenerative properties, but no one likes being poked in the eye.

While he will go along with you anywhere, it’s probably preferred that you stay relatively in one place. It’s a bit difficult to drag around a hand mace, and I don’t think anyone is gonna be happy about scratched up floors in the library because the teeth spikes were being dragged.

A lot depends on whether he’s in his first or third form. In his first form, he actually has at least one hand, whereas in the third form Roland’s arm becomes a giant scythe and a danger hazard.

He’ll be happy to hold onto you in the first form. Unless it’s impairing your movement, he’ll try to have his hand on your shoulder, arm, back etc. at all times. He does not like the feeling of not being in your presence.

If you want to you can try to hold his hand. I think he’d appreciate it a lot, but you’ll have to beware that his nails don’t dig into you. He’s also very firm with his grip, you can tell that as vacant as he feels there’s an at least subconscious fear of letting go.

I think he would get a bit upset with himself if he accidentally ended up hurting you. As close as he tries to stay to you, he tries to be as careful as can be. However, accidents can happen especially when you have a lot of sharp objects sticking out of you.

He’s worried that if you get injured you’ll get upset at him, turn away, and he’ll be alone once again.

But you reassure Roland that’s not the case. I mean your whole job is getting into brawls, something as small as bumping into a spike really isn’t that big of a deal.

He subsequently engulfs you in a large hug, this time making sure there’s no mistake.

I believe he can mimic speech just as Nothing There could. It’s kind of creepy at times, especially when you hear your own voice or the voices of your colleagues coming from him, but you know it isn’t intended to be that way.

It’s more of ‘hey look at this cool thing I can do’ and he’s trying to impress you.

…It is pretty impressive.

He does say 'I love you' a lot. Exactly the one that Nothing There says to be precise. It's a bit odd to hear something so associated with the abnormality to come out of his mouth, but you appreciate it nonetheless.

If he’s in his third form I will say that you’re probably going to have to initiate the affection more. He would if it was safe, but now he has a whole scythe for an arm and it’s awkward to move around and he doesn’t want to run the risk of accidentally cutting you.

But it’s pretty easy to just make yourself comfortable beside him and lean on him. And he loves it.

For however long Roland will be in this form you will not see the end of it. He tries to be in contact with you at almost all times, even if minor. But hey, it’s pretty sweet when you can get out of work because he won’t let go. Not like anyones gonna approach him and try to make him stop.

[floor-of-inhumanities]

Other Floors - Briah

If I tread down the stairs a bit more, I’ll find myself in an area more familiar to me. Even if this wasn’t my home branch, the one I came from had me constantly in this layer- even if it was considered the lower one there.

Briah- An odd trio that seem to keep each other in check... it almost makes me nostalgic.

Tiphereth sits in the center of these two and despite how young she is, she’s surprisingly mature for her age. I think she surpasses even myself sometimes... it feels somewhat comforting knowing that, but I know she’s still on pins and needles around me. I recall she was always a bit bossy back then and I never like that... She’s still a bit rough around the edges, but she’s certainly learned since then. Tiphereth even lends an ear when I wanna chat- namely about my brother. I feel a bit selfish doing that, though...

Her floor isn’t sure what to think of me. I often have to come onto the floor to assist them in dealing with the Magical Girls they’ve got since they can be a biiiit of a handful at times. They are getting better, though. King and Knight have made really great progress.

Next... Gebura... she’s- odd. I know her team doesn’t like me at all. I-It’s a bit much to take in, the Disciplinary Team at my old branch wasn’t like this. Where Gebura stands on this floor is where Kenneth would’ve stood, if I recall right. The difference between this floor and that team is staggering.

She really doesn’t like to talk to me... though, I can tell sometimes she is willing to hear me out and even help me with E.G.O. studies. Gebura often tells me it’s best I don’t find out what happened, but I know she wants me to at the same time. It’s a bit paradoxical. Regardless, I’m glad she is at least willing to help me time to time. Even if the scent of her cigarettes is... disgusting.

Finally- Chesed. Chesed’s floor always is calming to me between the way it feels like I’m walking in a water wonderland and the fact the scent of coffee is always heavenly... even if it’s extremely bitter. The floor’s assistants aren’t sure how to react when I step on though- some are glad since that woodsman usually doesn’t attack me so I can easily help suppress it if necessary- that being said, I don’t particularly enjoy that.

Chesed himself is really nice! Just being near him calms me down, but also sets me on edge a bit. I’m not sure why... I just know when I talk to him about everything, he just simply nods and calms me down when I start to panic. I like visiting his floor. I don’t get the same weird feeling I do with Binah- he’s like Hod but with coffee! He always makes sure to make it extra sweet for me. They’re an odd trio, but they have each other and keep it all in check. Tiphereth makes sure Gebura doesn’t kill Chesed, for example. It’s not like she really could do so in the Library, but I have been greeted by the sight of him running like mad with a very angry Gebura on his tail. Tiphereth always following after with a furrowed brow and spewing out warnings to the two on being careful. They remind me of my old pals... I wonder if I’ll see Saeko and Aronas in here soon?

I... I hope not- but I wish it could go back to just us three and Kenneth in the lower layers of that old branch...

[felikatze]

Hello! I've been reading your analysis for LC and LoR over the past few days and they were wonderful! I don't think I quite know how to top the asks or the various analysis that were sent lately, though I wanted to mix things up a little. I wanted to ask, in your opinion, what would've happened in a better timeline. Or, rather, how do you think things would've progressed in a world where the entire mess with Enoch's death and the subsequent chaos never happened and Ayin and Carmen confess?

arcane speaking of my posts i see

Amazing question because I have put thought into stuff like that! (shuffles fic drafts into my closet, never to be seen again)

It's. complicated. Because a world where all of them survive is a world where they give up.

They's forever be stuck on the experimental stage if they refuse to take that step toward human trials. And it’s unclear if there’s another avenue for them to pursue to cure the “disease of the mind.”

However, this “disease” isn’t one that’s actually caught and transmitted; it arises from the culture of the City. We see this personified in LoR through Roland, who has lost all hope for the future thanks to the tragedy he experienced. In the City, people die constantly. They take on life-threatening work to avoid poverty and pay for protection. It’s the cruelties of life that makes the people incapable of having hopes and dreams.

It’s only through time and the help of a large support network that he’s able to move on. The guy who exemplifies Carmen’s idea of the “disease” manages to heal, which shows that anyone in the City could. However, this happens only once he is outside the City. The Library in his case serves as a respite.

The Sephirah and Ayin too all manage to move on, but in extremely special circumstances. Again, they’re removed from the City, although the Facility serves as like... a microcosm of City society.

The Seed of Light would be a one-hit wonder to change the minds of the City’s people and give them hope. Without that, they’d either have to try and change the systems of the City, which would be basically impossible for the Outskirts Team. They may have had a colored fixer, but they can’t take on the the Head alone, not even mentioning the Wings that benefit from a downtrodden populance.

There’s not really a “fix-it” for a world such as Projmoon’s just from how much is awry in it. Carmen’s goals were too large for a ragtag group of researches. And we see what it really took to make it real. It’s no secret that Projmoon’s world is a satire of our own, amplifying all the worst aspects in blatant metaphors such as “literally using suffering as energy.” It’s not a very kind setting. Any positive character development happens in spite of the setting.

If they stopped the experiments, they could settle together, sure. They could be happy together, maybe. But they wouldn’t fulfill their lofty aims, I don’t think. There’s not really a “better” timeline to have.

I mean, outside of all of them becoming hardcore activitsts, maybe managing to recruit Garion or something. Maybe if they strictly kept to the EGO they already had (e.g. Kali’s proto-Mimicry)(if they even had that before Carmen’s death) and kindly asked the Head to change armed to the teeth. Though a revolution against the Wings would no doubt be bloody.

Honest to god if you want to write a fix it for this, you’re better off going the revival route instead of the classic time travel fix it.

[ruknowhere]

[American Journal]

here among them     the americans     this baffling multi people     extremes and variegations     their noise     restlessness     their almost frightening energy     how best describe these aliens in my reports to The Counselors

disguise myself in order to study them unobserved adapting their varied pigmentations     white black red brown yellow     the imprecise and strangering distinctions by which they live     by which they justify their cruelties to one another

charming savages     enlightened primitives     brash new comers lately sprung up in our galaxy     how describe them     do they indeed know what or who they are     do not seem to     yet no other beings in the universe make more extravagant claims for their importance and identity

like us they have created a veritable populace of machines that serve and soothe and pamper and entertain     we have seen their flags and foot prints on the moon     also the intricate rubbish left behind     a wastefully ingenious people     many it appears worship the Unknowable Essence     the same for them as for us     but are more faithful to their machine made gods technologists their shamans

oceans deserts mountains grain fields canyons forests     variousness of landscapes weathers sun light moon light as at home     much here is beautiful     dream like vistas reminding me of home     item     have seen the rock place known as garden of the gods and sacred to the first indigenes     red monoliths of home     despite the tensions i breath in i am attracted to the vigorous americans     disturbing sensuous appeal of so many     never to be admitted

something they call the american dream     sure we still believe in it i guess     an earth man in the tavern said     irregardless of the some times night mare facts we always try to double talk our way around     and its okay the dreams okay and means whats good could be a damn sight better     means every body in the good old u s a should have the chance to get ahead or at least should have three squares a day     as for myself i do okay     not crying hunger with a loaf of bread tucked under my arm you understand     i fear one does not clearly follow i replied notice you got a funny accent pal     like where you from he asked     far from here i mumbled he stared hard     i left

must be more careful     item     learn to use okay their pass word     okay

crowds gathering in the streets today for some reason obscure to me     noise and violent motion repulsive physical contact     sentinels     pigs i heard them called     with flailing clubs     rage and bleeding and frenzy and screaming     machines wailing     unbearable decibels     i fled lest vibrations of the brutal scene do further harm to my metabolism already over taxed

The Counselors would never permit such barbarous confusion     they know what is best for our sereni ty     we are an ancient race and have outgrown illusions cherished here     item     their vaunted liberty     no body pushes me around i have heard them say     land of the free they sing     what do they fear mistrust betray more than the freedom they boast of in their ignorant pride     have seen the squalid ghettoes in their violent cities paradox on paradox     how have the americans managed to survive

parades fireworks displays video spectacles much grandiloquence much buying and selling they are celebrating their history     earth men in antique uniforms play at the carnage whereby the americans achieved identity     we too recall that struggle as enterprise of suffering and faith uniquely theirs     blonde miss teen age america waving from a red white and blue flower float as the goddess of liberty     a divided people seeking reassurance from a past few under stand and many scorn     why should we sanction old hypocrisies     thus dissenters     The Counse lors would silence them a decadent people The Counselors believe     i do not find them decadent     a refutation not permitted me    but for all their knowledge power and inventiveness not yet more than raw crude neophytes like earthlings everywhere

though i have easily passed for an american     in bankers grey afro and dashiki long hair and jeans hard hat yarmulka mini skirt     describe in some detail for the amusement of The Counselors     and though my skill in mimicry is impeccable     as indeed The Counselors are aware     some thing eludes me     some constant amid the variables defies analysis and imitation     will i be judged incompetent

america     as much a problem in metaphysics as it is a nation earthly entity an iota in our galaxy     an organism that changes even as i examine it     fact and fantasy never twice the same     so many variables

exert greater caution     twice have aroused suspicion     returned to the ship until rumors of humanoids from outer space     so their scoff ing media voices termed us     had been laughed away     my crew and i laughed too of course

confess i am curiously drawn     unmentionable     to the americans     doubt i could exist among them for long however     psychic demands far too severe much violence     much that repels     i am attracted none the less     their variousness their ingenuity their elan vital     and that some thing     essence quiddity     i cannot penetrate or name

[livmoose]

[American Journal]

Robert Hayden

here among them     the americans     this baffling multi people     extremes and variegations     their noise     restlessness     their almost frightening energy     how best describe these aliens in my reports to The Counselors

disguise myself in order to study them unobserved adapting their varied pigmentations     white black red brown yellow     the imprecise and strangering distinctions by which they live     by which they justify their cruelties to one another

charming savages     enlightened primitives     brash new comers lately sprung up in our galaxy     how describe them     do they indeed know what or who they are     do not seem to     yet no other beings in the universe make more extravagant claims for their importance and identity

like us they have created a veritable populace of machines that serve and soothe and pamper and entertain     we have seen their flags and foot prints on the moon     also the intricate rubbish left behind     a wastefully ingenious people     many it appears worship the Unknowable Essence     the same for them as for us     but are more faithful to their machine made gods technologists their shamans

oceans deserts mountains grain fields canyons forests     variousness of landscapes weathers sun light moon light as at home     much here is beautiful     dream like vistas reminding me of home     item     have seen the rock place known as garden of the gods and sacred to the first indigenes     red monoliths of home     despite the tensions i breath in i am attracted to the vigorous americans     disturbing sensuous appeal of so many     never to be admitted

something they call the american dream     sure we still believe in it i guess     an earth man in the tavern said     irregardless of the some times night mare facts we always try to double talk our way around     and its okay the dreams okay and means whats good could be a damn sight better     means every body in the good old u s a should have the chance to get ahead or at least should have three squares a day     as for myself i do okay     not crying hunger with a loaf of bread tucked under my arm you understand     i fear one does not clearly follow i replied notice you got a funny accent pal     like where you from he asked     far from here i mumbled he stared hard     i left

must be more careful     item     learn to use okay their pass word     okay

crowds gathering in the streets today for some reason obscure to me     noise and violent motion repulsive physical contact     sentinels     pigs i heard them called     with flailing clubs     rage and bleeding and frenzy and screaming     machines wailing     unbearable decibels     i fled lest vibrations of the brutal scene do further harm to my metabolism already over taxed

The Counselors would never permit such barbarous confusion     they know what is best for our sereni ty     we are an ancient race and have outgrown illusions cherished here     item     their vaunted liberty     no body pushes me around i have heard them say     land of the free they sing     what do they fear mistrust betray more than the freedom they boast of in their ignorant pride     have seen the squalid ghettoes in their violent cities paradox on paradox     how have the americans managed to survive

parades fireworks displays video spectacles much grandiloquence much buying and selling they are celebrating their history     earth men in antique uniforms play at the carnage whereby the americans achieved identity     we too recall that struggle as enterprise of suffering and faith uniquely theirs     blonde miss teen age america waving from a red white and blue flower float as the goddess of liberty     a divided people seeking reassurance from a past few under stand and many scorn     why should we sanction old hypocrisies     thus dissenters     The Counse lors would silence them a decadent people The Counselors believe     i do not find them decadent     a refutation not permitted me    but for all their knowledge power and inventiveness not yet more than raw crude neophytes like earthlings everywhere

though i have easily passed for an american     in bankers grey afro and dashiki long hair and jeans hard hat yarmulka mini skirt     describe in some detail for the amusement of The Counselors     and though my skill in mimicry is impeccable     as indeed The Counselors are aware     some thing eludes me     some constant amid the variables defies analysis and imitation     will i be judged incompetent

america     as much a problem in metaphysics as it is a nation earthly entity an iota in our galaxy     an organism that changes even as i examine it     fact and fantasy never twice the same     so many variables

exert greater caution     twice have aroused suspicion     returned to the ship until rumors of humanoids from outer space     so their scoff ing media voices termed us     had been laughed away     my crew and i laughed too of course

confess i am curiously drawn     unmentionable     to the americans     doubt i could exist among them for long however     psychic demands far too severe much violence     much that repels     i am attracted none the less     their variousness their ingenuity their elan vital     and that some thing     essence quiddity     i cannot penetrate or name

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Poem: American Journal

[American Journal]

Robert Hayden, 1913 – 1980

here among them the americans this baffling multi people        extremes and variegations        their noise  restlessness        their almost frightening energy        how best describe these aliens in my reports to The Counselors

disguise myself in order to study them unobserved adapting their varied pigmentations        white black red brown yellow        the imprecise and strangering distinctions by which they live        by which they justify their cruelties to one another

charming savages        enlightened primitives        brash new comers lately sprung up in our galaxy        how describe them        do they indeed know what or who they are        do not seem to        yet no other beings in the universe make more extravagant claims for their importance and identity

like us they have created a veritable populace of machines that serve and soothe and pamper and entertain        we have seen their flags and foot prints on the moon        also the intricate rubbish left behind        a wastefully ingenious people        many it appears worship the Unknowable Essence        the same for them as for us        but are more faithful to their machine made gods technologists their shamans

oceans deserts mountains grain fields canyons forests        variousness of landscapes weathers sun light moon light as at home        much here is beautiful        dream like vistas reminding me of home        item        have seen the rock place known as garden of the gods and sacred to the first indigenes        red monoliths of home        despite the tensions i breath in i am attracted to the vigorous americans        disturbing sensuous appeal of so many        never to be admitted

something they call the american dream        sure we still believe in it i guess        an earth man in the tavern said        irregardless of the some times night mare facts we always try to double talk our way around        and its okay the dreams okay and means whats good could be a damn sight better        means every body in the good old u s a should have the chance to get ahead or at least should have three squares a day        as for myself i do okay        not crying hunger with a loaf of bread tucked under my arm you understand i fear one does not clearly follow i replied notice you got a funny accent pal        like where you from he asked        far from here i mumbled he stared hard        i left

must be more careful        item        learn to use okay their pass word        okay

crowds gathering in the streets today for some reason obscure to me        noise and violent motion repulsive physical contact sentinels pigs i heard them called with flailing clubs rage and bleeding and frenzy and screaming machines wailing unbearable decibels i fled lest vibrations of the brutal scene do further harm to my metabolism already over taxed

The Counselors would never permit such barbarous confusion they know what is best for our sereni ty we are an ancient race and have outgrown illusions cherished here item their vaunted liberty no body pushes me around i have heard them say land of the free they sing what do they fear mistrust betray more than the freedom they boast of in their ignorant pride have seen the squalid ghettoes in their violent cities paradox on paradox how have the americans managed to survive

parades fireworks displays video spectacles much grandiloquence much buying and selling they are celebrating their history earth men in antique uniforms play at the carnage whereby the americans achieved identity we too recall that struggle as enterprise of suffering and faith uniquely theirs blonde miss teen age america waving from a red white and blue flower float as the goddess of liberty a divided people seeking reassurance from a past few under stand and many scorn why should we sanction old hypocrisies thus dissenters The Counse lors would silence them a decadent people The Counselors believe i do not find them decadent a refutation not permitted me but for all their knowledge power and inventiveness not yet more than raw crude neophytes like earthlings everywhere

though i have easily passed for an american in bankers grey afro and dashiki long hair and jeans hard hat yarmulka mini skirt describe in some detail for the amusement of The Counselors and though my skill in mimicry is impeccable as indeed The Counselors are aware some thing eludes me some constant amid the variables defies analysis and imitation will i be judged incompetent

america as much a problem in metaphysics as it is a nation earthly entity an iota in our galaxy an organism that changes even as i examine it fact and fantasy never twice the same so many variables

exert greater caution twice have aroused suspicion returned to the ship until rumors of humanoids from outer space so their scoff ing media voices termed us had been laughed away my crew and i laughed too of course

confess i am curiously drawn unmentionable to the americans doubt i could exist among them for long however psychic demands far too severe much violence much that repels i am attracted none the less their variousness their ingenuity their elan vital and that some thing essence quiddity i cannot penetrate or name

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I think lor could bite me in half

Asks that boost Lon’s confidence in their mimicry

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A neural network learns to create better D&D spells

Neural networks are a type of machine learning program that learns from examples they’re given, rather than relying on a human programmer to invent rules.

In an earlier experiment, I trained a neural network to write new names for Dungeons and Dragons spells based on a list of 365 examples. That’s a really small dataset for a neural network to work with, and I ended up struggling to find training parameters that would strike a balance between word-for-word mimicry of the original list of spells, versus a series of completely made-up words. By filtering extensively through the nonsense, I was able to come up with a short list of interesting new spells. (My favorites were Barking Sphere and Gland Growth).

However, blog reader Jo Scott was kind enough to collect the entire 4th edition list of spells - more than 1,300 spells in all. She explained that she’s playing a character who’s an artificer trying to create an autonomous spellcasting golem - essentially, a magical AI - and she’d like to have more weird spells for the golem to invent. (Her Dungeon Master okayed this and thus only has herself to blame when she has to deal with some of the spells listed below.)

Using the new dataset I was able to train a much better-performing neural network. It simply had many more examples of spells to work with; that is, more examples of the words and letter combinations that appear in D&D spells, and thus was able to deduce better rules about how to create them.

For comparison, here’s what the neural network trained on the original spell dataset was producing after it had looked through the spell list 30 times. This is raw, unfiltered output from the neural network.

Original dataset

Wome on frr Eser Wold Sereisk Lelent Warder Cleater Secfen Spiritul Plage Arawen Speak with Alanc Plonting Cloud Aurars Ensntalice Stige Dling Comenthon of Prost Monsen Scink Warrifg Resser RestractiGn Cloud Sreeat Glasp Blenss Bline Ons Dood to Stone

Aside from a couple of spells that just might work, most of the list is magicky-sounding nonsense, sometimes barely pronounceable.

By contrast, this is what the neural network was producing after it had been trained on the dataset that included all the 4th edition spells:

Full dataset

Curse Word Crackling claus Tidal treket Swirk with Wall of Storm Acter Lor distertion Glib ton Grasping Mane Tweel Strike Revitalizing Strike Truneming fortune Fall of the Wild Tunesrite Trickstrak empester Phantasmal assault Tidalt Atight Hadabol Leging Blade Bund Wind Dance of Sack and Prime Poxsare Dumination Mass Cure Fortion

They’re not ALL winners, but the difference is dramatic. This is why, although I can often have fun with small datasets, the really large ones (100,000+ metal bands, or 19,000 IPA beers) tend to produce the most consistently convincing results.

Even this more-sophisticated neural network is not without some oddities. For example, you’ll notice in the results below that it seems to have a particular fondness for bears. And it has invented the name “Dave” which is now, for some reason, its favorite.

I leave you with a selection of Dungeons and Dragons spells generated by the latest neural network.

Mister of Light Storm of the gifling Song of goom Forceful Boor Chorus of the dave Maine storm Frames of Death Song of the doom goom Death’s Death’s Proud Bear Wall of Distraction Date wards Plant of Peace Shield of Farts Song of the darn Ward of Snade the Pood Beast Ice shop Primal Rear Summon Storm Bear Divine Boom Soul of the bill Charm of the dave Spirit of the Spirit Fire shop Song of blord Song of distraction Forceful Force Spirit Boating Song of the ball Hail to the Dave Crusading Disk Summon ass Call to the Daring Treeking of Star Grasping Light Clinging blade Primal Prayer Bear War Cape Find Strike Song of the Unworthy Gate Sail Icon of Thorns Song of the door Star warper Stone of Death Chilled arrow Storm of the dave Fark Mate Charm of the cods Death of the Sun Greater flick Curse Clam Claming Blow Cursing wink Conjure Mare Remorse? Conjure Bark Darkworm Colt Daving fire Healing of Bat Mordenkainen’s lucubrabibiboricic angion

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//////////////// MIMÉTISME //////////////// MATIÈRE BLANCHE (FR) Le collectif Matière Blanche accorde une grande importance au design de modules à rider depuis sa création. Il a eu de nombreuses occasions de passer du stade de l’idée à la réalisation en station. La force de nos créations tient a beaucoup de choses mais surtout à la capacité des membres du collectif à trouver de l’inspiration dans tout ce qui les entoure. C’est dans cette démarche que le projet mimétisme est né. L’idée est de s’inspirer de ce que la montagne à de mieux à offrir en termes de reliefs et de conditions météos. C’est d’ailleurs le caractère aléatoire de ce dernier élément qui nous intéresse particulièrement. Les chutes de neiges et le vent ont tendance à sculpter les pentes à chaque épisode météorologique. Les possibilités d’inspiration naturelles sont infinies. À travers ce projet de recherche nous allons tenter de reproduire à l’identique les formes naturelles qui nous ont tapé dans l’oeil lors de nos excursions. Pour se faire nous allons utiliser le médium de la photographie et du dessin. Le but ultime est de concevoir des formes mimées des montagnes et de les réaliser par la suite sur les pistes. Nous affirmons que le mieux pour un snowboarder est de rider le terrain naturel, notre matière première ici. Or ce n’est pas toujours possible de le faire dans les meilleures conditions. Quand la montagne ne nous permet pas de profiter de ses atouts, nous concevons et ridons des modules de snowparks. Comme pour bon nombre d’espèces de nos écosystèmes, nous, snowboarders de Matière Blanche souhaitons mimer notre environnement pour créer les conditions de notre épanouissement. Ce projet est basé sur des photographies, ici celles de Rémy Barreyat. (EN) This is about an artshow, it’s about taking pictures, about drawing, researching and designing snow features for future events. Since its beginning, the Matière Blanche collective gives a particular attention in designing ridable features. In many occasion we had the opportunity to bring our ideas to reality in ski resorts. The strength of our creations relies a lot on the capacity of members of the collective to find inspiration in their surroundings. It’s according to this approach that the MIMICRY PROJECT was born. The idea is to imitate the mountain’s terrain and the action of meteorological elements. In fact, it’s the randomness of this last feature in which we are particularly interested here. At every weather episode the wind and the snowfalls tend to shape slopes in very specific and unique ways. Possibilities of natural inspiration are endless. Through this research project we will try to reproduce as much as possible the natural forms we will notice during our expeditions. To do so we will use the medium of photography and drawing. The ultimate goal is to design forms imitated from the mountains by producing unique works of art. And then use them to realize those specific shapes as ridable features in ski resorts. We affirm that for a snowboarder, the best way to have fun is to ride natural terrain, our raw material here. However it’s not always possible to do it in the best conditions. When the mountain doesn’t allow us to take advantage of its assets, we design and ride snowpark features. Just like a great number of species of our ecosystems, we, snowboarders of Matière Blanche want to imitate the environment in order to create the conditions of our fulfillment. Exploring your mountain will help us achieve this. This project is based on Rémy Barreyat’s photography. Technique: Feutre et photocopies Analog pixel Justin Dutilh 2017

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