#narrative warfare

[tjeromebaker]

Dangerous Narratives: Warfare, Strategy, Statecraft

by Ed. Ajit Maan (Author), Howard Clark (Author), Brian Steed (Author), Thomas Drohan (Author), Paul Cobaugh (Author), Aleksandra Nesic (Author), Christopher Holshek (Author), Frank Straub (Author), David Ronfeldt (Author), John Arquilla (Author)  We specialize in Narrative Warfare – from undermining weaponized narratives launched by adversaries, to designing comprehensive strategies to achieve…

[s0fter-sin]

what i would give for a ghost based cod campaign. can you imagine if they pulled from the comics and had roba come back and want to get revenge against ghost for destroying his empire? the 141 slowly learning about simon riley and banding together to kill his ghost?

ghost being so certain he killed roba to set up an unreliable narrator; taking this unfathomable soldier, the nightmare of the 141, and realising he bleeds humanity. playing as ghost through flashbacks of mexico and his torture under roba but in the current time, little details break down; little inconsistencies of enemy numbers or base layout or what people look like, things that you can't be sure if you the player just missed something or if it’s really ghost seeing things that aren’t there

ghost starting to question how much of his memory is real, both what he went through with roba and what he’s currently experiencing; if it's his trauma bleeding through or if he's breaking for the last time. he doesn’t know if he can trust himself ("just make sure you can trust yourself. start there") and he has to reckon with completely trusting the 141 when he realises he can't

i need a sequence of him just losing his shit; hearing roba's voice in his head, his taunting “english” telling him he never left his compound, seeing the dead prostitute and his father laughing, always laughing, the tear of the meathook between his ribs and sting of the scorpions in his flesh, the coffin and the rotting stench of the dark and all of it culminating in ghost almost accidentally shooting soap when he tries to talk him down

whether it ends up being someone pretending to be roba or they just change it to roba still being alive, either way i need a ghost based campaign with personal stakes and character depth

[sunderwight]

If Luo Binghe had died at the end of PIDW (and Airplane had properly finished the story before his own sudden and unexpected demise), how much do you think that would change Shen Yuan's attitude after losing his shit over it and then transmigrating into Shen Qingqiu?

So much of SV only really happens because Shen Yuan is comfortable in his certainty that the world at least won't let Luo Binghe, even if he suffers. Eventually he realizes that he can't really stand letting Luo Binghe suffering either, but part of how he compartmentalizes his no-win scenarios with the System (like the Abyss) is that, well, Binghe will be fine in the long run. He'll conquer the world, win all the ladies, live in sprawling palaces, ascend to untold heights of power, and reach a point where no one can ever threaten him again because he's just too strong to be threatened.

But if the story ended with Luo Binghe's destruction, all that would go out of the window, wouldn't it?

The idea that the world would ultimately see Luo Binghe safe would vanish. Now, it's just that Luo Binghe gets to live until his death is deemed poignant enough. What if something Shen Qingqiu does makes that point arrive sooner? But also, it's gotta be possible for him to thwart Luo Binghe's canonical death, and he wouldn't accept otherwise.

He'd be so stressed out.

[bone-trash]

After Midnight - PART 1

Soap had been working his register for the better part of an hour when the trouble started. “The Trouble” being the 6’4”, burly, and tattooed angel currently making it hard for Soap to get enough oxygen to his brain to deliver his required greeting.

”Guid eenin, H-how are ye?” He stammered.

Steamin Jesus, MacTavish, pull it together!

He was dressed in an illegally tight black ribbed tank, black joggers, and oddly, a face mask with the lower half of a skeleton’s grin printed onto the fabric. His toned arms swirled with spooky tattoos and his hair was short cropped and flaxen. In short, he was the hottest person Soap had seen in real life and he was, confidentially, VERY happy that his register was kind you sit at to ring.

The man hummed a greeting but otherwise didn’t react to Soap’s gawking and began to unload his hand basket which consisted of several easy microwaveable meals, boxes of noodles, whey powder and tea.

No a chef, na matter, braw lad must no be lackin for company.

Soap worked quickly through the small order and tried not to fall in love with the way the man was completely ignoring every attempt he made to start up a conversation. Before long the beautiful stranger had paid, huffed a farewell and left Soap in an absolute state.

——

“Fuck.”

Simon seethed under his mask as he practically bolted from the small grocery chain he would NEVER visit again.

He was perfectly kind to you and you couldn’t even muster a hello??? What a psycho.

In truth Simon had been caught completely off guard. The line had been rather long and it had gotten to be his turn before he’d realized it. He’d looked up suddenly, and he could focus on was the young cashier’s very blue eyes and how attractively pink the lad was begining to turn. His throat closed right up and all he could do was grunt and mutter his way through payment. What a disaster…

[utilitycaster]

with that said it is kind of funny that people who were like "the gods are COLONIZERS" not two weeks ago are like "but what if they were cutesy widdle babies!" like I really do think the only way you can be a hardcore fan of this campaign is to be someone who has a 100% blorbo-centric morality that follows Bells Hells utterly incoherent flow, and that is also fine, conceptually, because this is a pretend story, but man you better not be trying to make a point that this is inherently moral or leftist in some greater framework if you drastically change direction every episode.

[amanedachi]

silver / hubris

Part of LoL Esports Elemental Series.

[nekucreates]

I’m not even into Call of Duty Modern Warfare but whenever I see Soapghost / Ghoap content I’m like HELL YEAHHHHH 👍 oh but sorry about MW3. Looks like a mess (gameplay wise and narrative wise because OOOF that’s sad). I hope the next game is better 👍

[verdantcreek]

ohhhh they are doomed by the narrative…..

[justaboutsnapped]

Nico Rosberg crazy ex gf speech pt.2 coming soon to a beer garden near you

[captaingimpy]

The Weight of Thought: Kojima, Free Will, and Breaking the Script

There are moments in gaming that don’t just entertain—they break you. They force you to confront something about yourself or the world that you weren’t ready for, something you can’t unsee once it clicks. Metal Gear Solid 2 was one of those moments for me, just like Final Fantasy VIII had been before it. It wasn’t just a game—it was a revelation, and a terrifying one at that. When I played MGS2,…

[happyendingsong]

ive never watched arcane and i probably never will and i have no goddamn clue who vi is but i see all the slander and i am HERE FOR IT!!!! WE HATE YOU VI YOU DUMB BITCH

god she sucks so bad..... like every time they had the chance to do something interesting with her or coalesce any of their themes together into something coherent with their main character they just keep driving past it. straight into class traitorism and cop pussy.

[craig960114]

why craig are take over world

essay by me (craig)

As much as Craig may seem like a simple doodle of a cat, his potential for world domination should not be underestimated. Despite his crude appearance, Craig embodies the essence of adaptability and resilience, traits that are essential for any aspiring ruler.

Firstly, Craig's simplicity works to his advantage. Underestimation is a powerful tool in warfare, and many would dismiss Craig as inconsequential. However, this oversight allows Craig to operate in the shadows, biding his time until the perfect moment to strike.

Secondly, Craig's lack of defined features makes him a versatile symbol. He can represent anything from innocence to cunning, depending on the narrative spun around him. This ambiguity allows Craig to appeal to a wide range of followers, from disillusioned citizens seeking change to opportunistic power-seekers.

Thirdly, Craig's handwritten signature adds a personal touch to his endeavors. In a world increasingly dominated by digital signatures and impersonal interactions, Craig's handwritten mark harkens back to a simpler time, fostering a sense of nostalgia and authenticity among his followers.

In conclusion, Craig may appear unassuming at first glance, but beneath his simplistic exterior lies the potential for world domination. Through adaptability, versatility, and a personal touch, Craig has the tools necessary to rally followers and reshape the world in his image. Beware the power of Craig, for his ascent to global dominance may be closer than we think.

[trailertrends]

Guy Ritchie's Directorial Triumph: The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare

Estimated Reading Time: 2 minutes 45 seconds Introduction: “The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare,” directed by Guy Ritchie, is a thrilling wartime action film that delves into the covert operations of an elite British task force during World War II. With a stellar cast including Henry Cavill, Eiza González, and Alan Ritchson, the film offers a gripping narrative filled with espionage, daring…

[xxhumancentipedexx]

Ouhh thinking about sgt haczynski hard as hell rightnow..what putting all your self worth into your rank but then being discharged from the militarydoes to a mf...

[bone-trash]

After Midnight - PART 4

The night was a rainy and the store was slow; so slow in fact, that Soap wasn’t chained to his register. His duties included straightening shelves, refilling empty items and the like and since it was quiet he decided to pop an earbud in to listen to music while he worked—

*CRASH*

Soap looked up, removing his earbud as the final notes of ‘Everywhere I Go’ by Hollywood Undead bled out from the tiny speaker. By his estimation, something in a glass container had fallen from a top shelf a few aisles over, towards the back of the store.

Salsa maybe? I just hope it dinnae smell too strong, whatever it is.

Soap sighed, making his way to the supply closet, before doubling back to find the cause of the mess. Predictably, whoever had knocked down the jar, pesto as it turns out, was nowhere to be seen.

Shite.

Bending down on one knee, he got to work, carefully picking out bits of glass from the gooey pile and depositing them safely into the dust pan he’d brought. Next he used a clump of paper towels to pick up the rest between his hands without having to touch the mess too much. Soap was just finishing wiping the last bits of residue off the moldy looking yellow tile when he was interrupted.

“John-John! Is that you buddy?” A decidedly American voice called out. Soap looked up hesitantly, knowing exactly who he was going to have to deal with now and dreading it.

“H-hey Mr. Graves, I suppose et ha been a lang tiem since we met…” Soap mumbled awkwardly, regretting the fact that he was still down on the floor as his father’s least pleasant army friend barreled down the aisle toward him.

“Oh son, we’re closer than that! Plus you’re a man now, please Philip is more than alright!” Grave’s eyes were twinkling in a way that Soap didn’t like one bit, gazing down on him like maybe he enjoyed having Soap on the floor and trapped into an uncomfortable situation.

“Och, sorry Mr. Gra—Philip, et’s a tough habit tae break,” Soap replied uneasily, rising from the floor as quickly as he could manage without seeming like he was trying to escape. Even after all this time Graves was still a head taller than him. “What brings ye round this way?”

“Do I need a reason?” Grave’s smile had all the appeal of stepping on a Lego in the dark. “I mean come on John-John, we’re practically family…” his voiced pitched down and he began to crowd Soap into the shelf behind them.

Soap couldn’t breathe, this was just too much. Graves had always given off bad vibes but now that his brain was screaming at him that he was in real danger, he was rooted to the spot. He flushed a deep crimson and shot his eyes to the side, desperately trying to avoid eye contact or invite any further interest from the older man.

“I must say, playing all that soccer really filled you out huh?” Grave’s gaze dragged across Soap’s chest and down the unflattering uniform polo he wore.

Ugh, it’s called football ye daft bawbag. Grody fockin’ bodach…

“So… you must be what, 20 or so now?” Graves continued, boldly resting a hand on the shelf just past Soap’s shoulder and boxing the younger man in. “How’s about we get a drink once you’re off work…”

Soap was wondering distractedly if screaming for help would do him any good, when a familiarly large and masculine hand dropped heavily on Graves shoulder and spun him around.

“Hey pal, I would butt out if I were…you.”Graves trailed off as he was suddenly nose to skull masked nose with the large form of Ghost. Johnny, now free, jumped away from the shelf.

Ghost didn’t say a word but apparently communicated enough of a message in the 3 or so seconds he glowered down at Graves to send him packing. He didn’t even offer Soap a goodbye as he darted around the end of the aisle.

Fockin’ wank-stain.

Soap turned his attention back to his rescuer who surprisingly was still close by watching him. His warm, dark eyes meeting Soap’s and refusing to break the link he created; it was like falling into the void of space.

“Thank ye,” Soap cleared his throat and glanced down at his shoes, “I dinnae ken wha tha tosser might a tried if ye hadna come and saved me.”

Now it was Ghost who blushed, a large hand flying to the back of his neck to rub self consciously. The motion did everything for the swell of his tattooed bicep. His eyes snapped down and away from Soaps face.

Wha a bonnie dear lamb…

“Tea…” Ghost stuttered out finally.

“Tea?” Soap repeated confused.

“I, uh, you’re all out of tea.” Ghost continued, looking adorably pained. “That is, I didn’t see any in the usual spot, so I… came lookin’ for ya. To help me! Find the, the tea.” He finished. His eyes darted up then, like maybe he hoped something heavy would fall on him and end his misery.

“Well I hate to disappoint ye,” Soap said smiling, “but ye favorite tea is oot of stock, if ye like I cood take doon yer contact info and let ye know when to come back round for et.” No one liked to wast time wandering a store if they didn’t have to, and this way maybe Soap could have more conversations with this adorable, beautiful, protective man. You know, about tea, of course.

“My contact info? Like my mobile number?”

“Aye, ye know, so ye dinnae have to keep comin round if we no have it.”

“I like coming round, Johnny” Ghost said then, and Soap’s world tipped a bit on its axis. Johnny. He must have heard Grave’s inappropriate use of Soap’s childhood nickname and created his own.

Fuck.

“Aye, ye come in enough I’d hope so…” Soap blushed.

“Okay.”

“Okay?” Soap’s attention snapped back.

“Okay, you can have my mobile number, for the tea.”

“Och, o’course for the tea!” Soap exclaimed far too loudly. He pulled out his phone, really he should make a show of keeping this professional and go and get a pen and paper, but he was too excited. “I’ll also be need’n a name…” Soap held his breath.

“Simon,” the man chuckled warmly. He was far too charming for his own good.

Simon, Och but that fit jest right.

Soap typed the numbers into his keypad as Simon instructed, saving the number as promised and, before he could think too hard about it, texted the number with an emoji of a teapot and a bar of soap. Simon’s phone buzzed and he fished his phone out of the back pocket of his joggers.

“Why the Soap?” Simon asked, one brow quirking up in amusement.

“Et’s one o’ me nicknames, I sometimes go by et…” Soap flushed again, he felt dumb for explaining it like a kid trying to impress an older cousin or something.

“Cute,” Simon chucked again, spreading warmth through Soap’s chest, “But I think I’ll stick with Johnny.” His heartbeat thundering in his ears, Soap could only nod and clear his throat awkwardly. Simon smiled and said something about needing to head home. Soap barely heard it, eyes devouring the wide slope of shoulders down to his narrow waist as he left the aisle.

“Ah’ll shoot ye a message when we get et back in stock.” Soap hollared finally.

Cute. He called me cute! I’m ganna die. I’m ganna fockin die in this glaikit store, an then I’ll haunt et forever because Simon called me fockin’ cute in my mingin’ khakis…

Soap didn’t stop smiling for the rest of the night.

[lazaruspiss]

sorry (not sorry) for abt to make ur jason sad hours longer 😔 www(.)tumblr(.)com/dizaryswrites/726489826907570176/utrh-jason-is-an-angry-son-lashing-out-at-every

ohh i have mixed feelings on this one. esp bc depictions of willis have varied from what i know of him? like, sometimes hes an irredeemable abuser and other times he's just a guy trying his best but not being able to bc of the systems in place. like i don't remember there being any implication that jasons dad was abusive in his original story (been a while since ive read it so dont quote me on that), just that he wasn't around bc yknow. in prison. my impression of him is generally "absentee father but not by choice". not that readings of him as abusive are wrong but i'm not sure i see it as such a clear cut thing.

as for henchmen. thats so. jason is such a "means to the end" kind of guy to me. like a "killing the head guy causes new problems, killing his lackeys makes him easier to control" type deal. jason is incredibly strategic in what he does which is why he can be such a pest to the people around him and why he's intimidating in the first place.

one of those posts that feel like a "well i was with you for the first half" bc the allusion to chess is spot on, jason IS a strategist, its the dad bits that threw me off. I do think it's a valid interpretation, it's just not one I find personally compelling. esp bc the idea that hes killing henchmen to kill his father over and over again feels like it takes away from the previously mentioned strategy aspect of what he does.

again, I don't doubt that there's canon stories somewhere that i've missed that have willis as an abusive husband, and I think in that context that interpretation probably makes sense. but I'm just not that familiar with those versions. I also just personally find jason's story much more compelling with the version of willis that wasn't abusive or good, just gone. missing out on almost all of jason's life, missing his wife's death, sitting in a prison cell because he was desperate to get by.

TLDR: it's not contradicting canon or anything from what i can tell, i just don't like it and i think it makes the rest of jason's character more... boring.