#please let me know if there are any errors with the transcription

[butchdarling]

[Transcript: As Israel prepares to invade Rafah, violate Joe Biden's red line, and kill who knows how many more thousands of innocent men, women, and children in Gaza, we need to talk about the elephant in the room. We need to talk about the hostages. Because the Israelis say this is all about the hostages. They say we don't talk about the hostages enough. So let's do that. Let's talk today about the hostages, because there are three very important things they don't tell you about the hostages.

First, for everyone who believes that Benjamin Netanyahu and his government of far-right fascists and racists are fighting their war in Gaza in order to rescue the hostages. How do they explain the fact that Netanyahu had a chance to bring all of the civilian hostages home right at the very beginning? Those aren't my words. That's not my opinion. It's the view of Haim Rubinstein, who until very recently was a spokesman for the families of the Israeli hostages and who said last week, quote, "We learned that Hamas offered on October 9th or 10th to release all captive civilians in its hands if the IDF did not enter the Gaza Strip, but the government rejected the offer."

(whenever an article is mentioned its headline appears on screen with the section just quoted. This article is from זמןשראל The Times Of Israel April 29, 2024 There is no doubt that Netanyahu is preventing a deal to release the abductees)

In fact, the Washington Post reported on a similar proposal at the end of October, saying "Hamas was proposing to release all foreign civilian hostages in exchange for a five-day cease-fire. Israeli civilian hostages would be released if additional demands were met," he said. "Including the release of Palestinian women and children in Israeli prisons and the opening of the Rafah border crossing."

(Article: The Washington Post Oct. 26, 2023 Israel Raids Gaza with tanks; U.N. says 'nowhere is safe' for civilians by Miriam Berger, Kareem Fahim, Sarah Dadouch, Claire Parker, and Karen DeYoung)

Second, for everyone who pops up on my Twitter feed to still tell me, "Well, Hamas could end this war if they just released all the hostages." Have they paid any attention to anything the Israeli government has actually said on this subject? Israeli officials have said time and again that the war won't end until Hamas is destroyed, regardless of whether the hostages are released. Bezalel Smotrich, Israel's finance minister, made clear this week he was opposed to any hostage release deal that stopped Israel from going into Rafah.

(Onscreen Tweet by חדשות @/kann_news on April 30, 2024: "Minister Smotrich announced that he would not support the current deal for the release of hostages: 'The head and the truth say that this deal must be opposed. I am ready to pay a heavy personal price to prevent this danger.' @/diklaaharon")

Now, you might say that's just Smotrich he's not in charge. Well, Prime minister Benjamin Netanyahu also said this week that he would invade Rafah with or without a deal on the hostages. His words, not mine.

(Article: AP April 30, 2024 Netanyahu vows to invade Rafah 'with or without a deal' as cease-fire talks with Hamas continue By Tia Goldenberg and Matthew Lee)

And third, something that keeps being left out of the mainstream media, ignored by all those who claim to care about hostages, is that the hostages at the core of this conflict, at the heart of this current round of killing and violence, aren't just Israelis. They're Palestinians too. Yes, Palestinians too. Because while we're all aware of the fact that around 250 hostages were taken from Israel by Hamas and other armed groups on October the 7th, including shamefully children, and around 130 hostages remain in captivity in Gaza, we don't really mention the hundreds, thousands of Palestinians who've been rounded up, detained, held without trial, tortured, sexually abused, without any charges, let alone convictions in Israeli prisons. And I'm not even talking about just since October the 7th, I'm talking about before October the 7th. According to the Israeli human rights group at Salem, on the eve of the October 7th attacks at the end of September 2023, Israel was holding over 1,300 Palestinians as hostages in what they conveniently call administrative detention.

(Article: בצלם B'Tselem بتسيلم November 20, 2023 Statistics on administrative detention in the Occupied Territories

"At the end of September 2023, the Israel Prison Service (IPS) was holding 1,310 Palestinians in administrative detention.")

Around half of them for a year or more, and 23 of them, shamefully, children held without trial, without charge. The reality is that under international law, hostage-taking is a war crime whether Palestinians or Israelis do it. Just as intentionally targeting and killing civilians is a war crime whether Palestinians or Israelis do it.

So to summarize then, the Netanyahu government chose not to do a deal to release the Israeli hostages according to the spokesman for their family members. Even if Hamas were to release the hostages tomorrow morning, Israel has no plans to end its assault on Gaza. And the biggest issue of all, the hostages aren't just on the Israeli side. They're on the Palestinian side, too. Those are the facts. The objective, demonstrable, undeniable facts.

And look. This is a human tragedy. Many innocent Israelis are wrongly being held hostage in Gaza, and many Israeli families are waiting for a father, a brother, a loved one to come home. And to them, I say, I stand in solidarity in humanity with you. I say, free the hostages, Israeli and Palestinian. But, and there is a but, as the Israeli military prepares to wipe out Rafah and kill thousands more people, remember this when the bad faith apologists for Israel pop up on TV or online to justify that violence and to robotically and cynically repeat "What about the hostages?" Ignoring all of the three things that I just pointed out to you. Treat that dishonest refrain with the contempt it deserves.

The video concludes with a watermark for zeteo.com and the TikTok handle @/zeteonews. End transcript]

For everyone who keeps saying “wHaT aBoUt ThE hOsTaGeS?!?! ReLeAsE tHe HoStAgEs!!1!”

[i-only-ever-asked-questions]

Updated! A few days ago the contract Crowley signs in S1 came up on discord. Being the crazy person that I am, I set on the quest of finding out what it actually says. I couldn't make out everything, especially at the end where Crowley's hand and the sparks obscure the lines but I made out most of it (transcript below the break).

One of the things I like the most is that the contract specifically says "Anthony Crowley of Mayfair, London." In the book, Hastur tells Crowley not to use that name: "No. Not A. J. Crowley. Your real name.” Crowley nodded mournfully, and drew a complex, wiggly sigil on the paper. It glowed redly in the gloom, just for a moment, and then faded."

Interesting things:

The contract is referred to as "the Agreement" - HA!

The contract is between Hastur and Ligur ("the Customer") and Crowley ("the Service Provider"). Not with Hell itself or with Satan.

The contract never actually says what "the Service" is nor does it say how much Crowley is supposed to be paid (so is it just delivering the baby to the convent, or all the upbringing too?)

There is a part that says Hastur and Ligur will pay the costs when the operation is done. But later on it also says that Crowley will not be reimbursed for his own expenses. Talk about being shortchanged!

Hastur and Ligur will NOT provide any help

Crowley must contribute to a retirement plan (Superannuation) for himself and his employees if he has any (how thoughtful)

And lastly, I learned the UK has Superannuations and it is not just an Australian thing! (go figure! the things GO teaches me)

So here you have it. A contract from Hell! literally If anyone can make out the words I couldn't or finds an error, please let me know and I'll update this one.

Full transcript:

[Line covered by clip and Ligur’s fingers] (the "Agreement")

BETWEEN

HASTUR AND LIGUR of HELL (the "Customer")

AND

ANTHONY J CROWLEY of MAYFAIR LONDON (the "Service Provider")

BACKGROUND a. The Costumer is of the opinion that the Service Provider has the necessary qualifications experience and abilities to provide services for the Customer. The Costumer will pay the Service Provider per project agreed. Each project has its own costs and the Service Provider agrees to inform the Customer what are the costs involved when setting the operation and the Costumer agrees to pay the total amount when the project is delivered. b. The Compensation will be payable upon completion of the Services. The Service Provider is responsible for paying any Superannuation Guarantee contributions that may be required in relation to the work performed by the Service Provider or by the employees of the Service Provider under this Agreement c. The above Compensation includes all applicable sales tax, and dues as required by law

Provision of Extras a. The Customer will not provide any resources, assistance or extra for use by the Service Provider in providing the Services Reimbursement of Expenses b. The Service Provider will not be reimbursed for expenses incurred by the Service Provider in connection with providing the Services of this Agreement. Independence of Services c. In providing the Sevices under the Agreement it is expressly agreed that the Service Provider is acting as an independent contractor and not as an employee. The Service Provider and the Customer acknowledge that the Agreement does not create a partnership or joint venture between them, and is exclusively a contract for service

Notes a. All suits, requests, demands or other communication required or permitted by the terms of this Agreement by will be given in writing and delivered to the Parties of the Agreement as follows

ANTHONY J CROWLEY of MAYFAIR LONDON

HASTUR AND LIGUR of HELL

and each [Illegible words due to Crowley’s hand] notify the other.

[ILLEGIBLE WORD]

ANTHONY J CROWLEY

[dearestcherry]

saint endalim's scholasticate questline

my transcript of the scholasticate quests is finally done! i started organising it years ago for myself, this account has really motivated me to finish old projects. when i first started, the online records that i could find for the quests were lacking, and i really wanted them to be more accessible. some reference material exists now, but i still want to share my script. i hope it may be of use to somebody.

aside from the story, i recorded optional dialogue, added references to the scholasticate in different quests, and other information such as alternate emote responses by some characters. essentially, it's a project made out of love for the scholasticate quests and its characters.

here is the link!

i truly believe the scholasticate questline carries a wonderful amount of lore, discussion on ishgardian faith post-heavensward, noble-commoner relationships, and interesting, fluid character dynamics.

this is the first time i've posted something like this, so if there's any errors, please let me know! similarly, i'm open to feedback on improving it.

[sandunerhymes]

On Doctor Who, Disability and Davros

Russel T Davies in Doctor Who: Unleashed, Children in Need Special

We had long conversations about bringing Davros back because he's a fantastic character. Time and society and culture and taste has moved on, and there's a problem with the Davros of old in that he's a wheelchair user who is evil...

...and I've had problems with that, and a lot of us on the production had problems with that, of associating disability with evil and, trust me, there's a very long tradition of this.

I'm not blaming people in the past at all, but the world changes and when the world changes, Doctor Who has to change as well.

So we made the choice to bring back Davros without the facial scarring and without the wheelchair, or his support unit, which functions as a wheelchair. I say this is how we see Davros now. This is what he looks like. This is 2023. This is our lens. This is our eye. Things used to be in black and white, they're not in black and white anymore. And Davros used to look like that and he looks like this now. And that we are absolutely standing by.

I think, because it's Children in Need night, it's a night where issues of disability or otherness or being excluded from society come right to the front of the conversation. So, of all the nights to make this change, I thought it was absolutely vital to do this, and I'm very very proud of the fact that we have.

Russell talking about disability representation in Doctor Who, straight away, in the very first episode is making me feel things.

Do I agree with everything he's said about disability representation and villains, absolutely (see every James Bond film/book.)

Do I agree with their approach to Davros? Maybe, maybe not. It's a very complicated topic on which I do not have the lived experience to speak.

But they are thinking about it. And they clearly care. And that fills me with so much hope for the future.

N.B. I copied the interview transcript from the current BBC iPlayer subtitles. All inaccuracies and emphasis are my own. Please let me know of any errors.

[aquilamage]

Bug Fables Transcript

If you like bug fables and want an easy way to reference the in-game text, then I have the site for you!

https://bugfablestranscript.neocities.org/

I’ve spent the last few months setting up and formatting the raw dialogue files into an easy to read setup, with sections divided by main story/sidequestline, geographical area, and character.

So...yeah, enjoy! Feel free to use the stuff on there for whatever fan project/fic/etc that you want (as long as you don’t take credit for the site itself or use it for ai stuff). In fact that part’s encouraged, since that kind of stuff is what made me wanna do this in the first place.

(Also if you see any kinds of errors - typos, broken links, information that I somehow got wrong, stuff from the ‘can’t figure out if/where it goes’ page that you know about - please let me know! Did my best to check on that stuff but also there’s just so much aha)

(also also if there’s any other sites etc with bug fables fan communities and you wanna drop the link (with credit) I also encourage that because. I am not active on anywhere else and they deserve to see it too)

[1tsteatime]

REFERENCE TO JON AND MARTIN IN EPISODE 17

RIGHT HELLO I NEED TO KNOW I'M NOT CRAZY HERE.

I loved episode 17, and this isn't even to talk about the VERY interesting details to do with Celia at the start, and the jmj error at the end (trust me, those are whole crates of worms to be opened), but this post in particular is about a very quick, very sly detail at the start of the statement.

Allow me, if you will, to quote directly from the transcript:

"Anyway, there was a new receptionist behind the old front desk, some big, soft-looking guy who stumbled over every word. A year ago, it would probably have wound me right up, but what can I say? Therapy works.

There was another patient too, some bookish-looking guy with serious city miles. I used to play the game “what are you in for,” where I would pass the time guessing… well. You know. In my head he was definitely some kind of weird pervert, really into stroking orchids or something."

PLEASE TELL ME I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE HEARING SEASON 1 JON AND MARTIN? Let's check the list:

Big, soft looking guy: that runs true with every canon description we've heard about Martin, not to mention ALL the fanart. Not to conflate fanon with canon, but here it's pretty cut and dry. Besides, 'stumbled over every word'? Now that is Martin to a tee, particularly in season 1.

Bookish-looking guy: oh, it's not like we know a certain stuffy archivist who is known for saying 'good lord' and describing merry-go-rounds as 'thrilling'. Again, I'm not saying those are the same thing but COME ON. The next bit is also interesting: 'serious city miles'. That can refer to someone who looks rough due to life incidents or substance use, and we do know that Jon is a smoker. The stroking orchids bit I have no clue about, likely just a funny line.

Their roles in this cameo are interesting as well; Martin as a receptionist and Jon as a patient. Besides thinking of a dozen fanfic AUs that would leap from this topic, it sort of reverses the power dynamic? Well, not exactly, but the roles do make sense given what we know about them: Martin being very caring and compassionate, but not the most qualified, and Jon's mental state being...less than stellar, this totally checks out.

Now, I'm not banking any firm theories on this; honestly I think we're still too early in the podcast to have a semblance of the 'real' plot, but if this is foreshadowing instead of just a cute nod to the characters, here is the proposal I'll make:

What if the dimension shifting didn't happen perfectly? This episode already deals with identity, and body vs mind vs soul. What if that is Jon and Martin's actual bodies, but their souls got separated? Now these incorporeal souls need a host...maybe an old computer database? What if those 'city miles' weren't just any old marks, but worm holes, desolation burns, our Jon's scars and wounds. What if their bodies have forgotten what happened to them?

There is a good chance that this goes totally nowhere. Still though, I'm calling it early. So excited to see where this all goes!

[sprout-senior]

this is. so fucking stupid

i put way too much effort into this

edit: picture formatting

transcription/image ID and more under the cut

[panel one: Error is looking at blue, who is in the foreground about to eat a brownie with a very wide open mouth, with horror. his hands are on either side of his head.]

Error: oh no! Blue’s gonna eat that WEED BROWNIE!

[panel two: Error eats the brownie, accompanied by the word CHOMP. Blue watches with surprise.]

[panel three: Blue is grinning, while Error looks very distressed, holding his hands in front of him.]

Blue: wow Error! did you just eat my forever weed brownie? [the words forever weed brownie are in green.]

Error: it was the only way to-

[Error cuts himself off, and the next panel displays him looking like a photorealistic skeleton, a vast contrast from the extremely round and simplistic style of the previous panels.]

Error: w h a t [the word what, spaced out for dramatic effect]

[end comic transcription]

anyway yeah i’m getting back into traditional art at least for the time being since i can’t find my damn stylus. this is the first page in my new sketchbook

[image ID: a sketchbook page, featuring several doodles. in the top left, there is a cute bunny man holding up a peace sign, winking, and smiling with his mouth open. he is on a neon orange background, drawn with purple ballpoint pen, with the caption “WAOW!”. next to this, in the top right, is a simplistic drawing of a lavender bush, colored with bright purple and green markers. below the bunny man are three small doodles of various expressions. one looks concerned and a little disgusted, captioned “yeesh”. the second is a somewhat curious looking one with its eyes popping out of its head, captioned “idk”. the third and final expression is a top down view of a face with very large sparkling eyes, captioned “forced to eat cement at age six”. the bottom half of the page features the comic transcribed above, with numbers and arrows clarifying the order of events. end sketchbook page transcription]

one final block of text to round out the post: i’m doing image descriptions/transcriptions now! i gave up on alt text a while ago, because it was such a pain to format and difficult to work with for me, and i forgot that i have free will and can type that information in the actual post. please let me know how i did! accessibility is important to me, so if my descriptions are lacking in any way or could stand to be improved, i would so so appreciate it if you could tell me what to do to improve! thanks!

[alianoralacanta]

Hi, I wonder if you know what happened with Sainz's first attempted pit stop. I've seen some people blaming Ferrari and some Carlos himself, and I'm genuinely curious at this point. I've read that he was not greenlighted to pit, but then there are things like this https://www.instagram.com/reel/DCwqB7fNTuJ/?igsh=N2Jta2RkcDVxaGhv

I don't have access to the full radio transcript, and I'm confused about what was the cause of all this.

Warning! Long post alert!

First things first: this is the oldest of the asks I'm currently trying to clear from my backlog, and it came in on November 26. It is very likely anon has already answered this question from other people to their satisfaction. It is also possible that the explanation I offer might be treed (IT slang in my local area for something that became out of date as it was being produced), though I have tried to keep this up-to-date as further information came in. (The influx of additional information is one of three reasons I didn't reply to this ask the moment it arrived. Secondly, I detected the heat of the debating floor on this issue had become too high for a further response to be taken in the spirit intended and would benefit from a reduction before I attempted a reply. Finally, I made a new friend. Or potential friend. Their take on the matter, from a completely different angle, was such that attempting to do a complex engagement with the issue at that point would have led to a mess. And not the edible or fun variety. The inter-Ferrari arguments on F1blr were fraught enough without me creating personal drama into the mix). Secondly, I can't access Instagram (I also haven't been able to access Facebook since mid-2016, probably for the same reason as Mr Zuckerberg runs both), so I've no idea what the link says. In an attempt to economise on the number of posts required to manage the ask list, I may tackle this ask en passant:

Apparently more data has come out saying that Carlos isn't at fault? - Anonymous

(If that's not what anon was asking about, please clarify if possible).

With that warning, I will tentatively step back into the arena. Part 1: Prelude to the Pit Call

My understanding of the Carlos Sainz pit situation was that he was initially not greenlit to pit. In fact, Ferrari resisted Carlos' request for 2 laps. This was because the rate at which tyres were falling away meant that pitting as soon as Carlos wanted would have resulted in a 3rd pit stop being needed - poison to any ambition of a decent points position. Had Carlos looked after set 2 of his tyres better, instead of burning them in a vain attempt to avoid Charles Leclerc catching him, he would have been able to hold his tyres together longer, which would likely have convinced Ferrari that he could get to the end of the race without a 3rd stop. The TV calculations that claimed Carlos could have been 2nd with an earlier pit stop, assumed only 2 stops would be needed. However, the tyre wear Carlos was experiencing due to pressuring them too hard keeping Leclerc behind him, evidenced by his deteriorating times, did not support this conclusion. (I know F1TV and Sainz share a principal sponsor, but I am inclined to believe the failures of AI-generated "insights" are the true cause of this one, and that the same error would have been put on screen had it concerned any other driver in that situation). Sainz's repeated advocacy to pit changed Ferrari's mind and he eventually got clearance - too late in the lap for Ferrari to actually be ready. Had Sainz let Leclerc through immediately instead of holding him up for 2 laps against instruction*, at the very least everyone would have been given enough notice to make it possible for Ferrari to execute the request. * - "Against instruction" needs more specifics, because I've read multiple wrong takes on this in both directions (it definitely happened, and it definitely wasn't 5+ times in that segment because there weren't 5 opportunities to disobey in the timeframe). Carlos went against instructions 3 known times: - "Do not slow down Charles" at the very start of Verstappen's Lap 26 (this would have been into the last corner of the previous lap for Sainz) - "And let Charles by" on Lap 26 but before Turn 5 - "He said into turn five now" on Lap 27 (a whole lap after the previous one; it is unclear whether there was also an instruction to let Charles by on the last corner of Lap 26 as it's the easiest place on the track to do such a move. It would be expected but the partial transcripts I've seen don't list it). Sainz also went against the information he gave Ferrari at one point: - "Let him by in turn five" on Lap 26, before not doing so. (This for me was worse. Why would Carlos make a blatantly untrue statement, easy to fact-check, to his own race engineer? What possible goal could that achieve? The other parts could have been justified under one context or another, but this part is just plain self-defeating).

[daitranscripts]

Frequently Asked Questions

Update: 8/29/2024

I would like to remind everyone that I am just another fan, and this is a fan project. I have no control over character dialogue.

Remember to be kind in my ask box and notes. I cannot explain why some character lines were chosen to be cut from the game, nor is this the place to start character discourse. I am also not a machine - I am a person with feelings and other hobbies. I love to take dialogue requests, but asks that demand certain quests or are rude will be swiftly deleted. Repeat offenders, or especially rude anons, will be blocked.

Please be courteous! This is something I enjoy doing, and I ask that you keep the experience enjoyable for myself and your fellow fans.

What is this project?

DAI Transcripts is my endeavor to document and format all of the dialogue (companion comments, location banter, various remarks, and more!) in Dragon Age: Inquisition. I started this project in 2019 as a spiritual successor to the discontinued @dragonagetranscripts. ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ

Why are you doing this?

Because god has punished me for my hubris and my work is never done. 

jk it’s actually because I was sick of watching bad let’s plays while trying to work on my longfic so I took matters into my own hands.  ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ

How do you know you're using accurate dialogue? Where are you finding the deleted lines?

I type the transcripts by hand side-by-side with the game files, a plot flag editor, numerous youtube playthroughs, and my own game open. I also keep a number of handwritten notes on plot flag strings. I have played DA:I over 30 times, and crowd-source from the communities I'm in.

I do occasionally miss things or can't figure out exactly how a piece of dialogue fits, but I always note this within the transcripts. ㅤㅤ ㅤ

Where did you learn to read the files?

I used to create my own mods for DA:I - There are a tutorials online that cover dialogue file editing you can find on the nexus. ㅤㅤ ㅤ

Can you share the audio files?

Unfortunately, this isn't something I'm willing to take on right now. Each line must be extracted one at a time and renamed as you go, or every line within a dialogue file will try to export with the same name (some files have hundreds of lines). They are not logically named and it is a lot of trial and error. ㅤㅤ ㅤ

Why do you use "PC" instead of "Inquisitor" or "Herald"?

The game files use "Hero," and to save myself the trouble of trying to differentiate between conversations that can happen before or after reaching Skyhold I decided to use the neutral "Player Character," or "PC". ㅤㅤ ㅤ

You typo'd/did a thing wrong/you’re missing race/class specific dialogue!

Please let me know in an ask—I hope to have a very accurate account of all the dialogue, so don’t be afraid to let me know if I’m missing something or have any egregious typos.

Please note: since this project has been ongoing for nearly 5 years, I bridged over the change in text editors. Additionally, I only started referring to the text files around the end of 2022.

Posts made before August 2023 (around the middle of Wicked Eyes and Wicked Hearts) may have formatting errors due to the change from old to new text editor and missing dialogue. ㅤㅤ ㅤ

Will you do -insert quest-?

Short answer: Hopefully, yes!

Long Answer: I intend on working through the game from start to finish, first main quests, then secondary/companion quests, and then romances. DLC, location, and side-quest dialogue are on the list as well.

If you want to see something specific, just drop me an ask! I don't mind it at all, and sometimes it's a refreshing little break. ㅤㅤ ㅤ

Who are you anyway?

I'm @plisuu in disguise :) I am a high school teacher, artist, and writer. You can find me on all social media under the same name, though I'm only really active on tumblr these days. ㅤㅤ ㅤ

Please take my money! How can I support you?

I have a Ko-fi, but honestly, the kind messages and tags I get on my posts are more than enough! The best way to support me is by sharing this resource :)

Feel free to share your fics with me as well, I love seeing how different folks use the dialogue given to us and spin such unique and varied stories.

Remember, my ask box is always open!

[the-torchwood-archive]

From TWM #8, it's part one of Harm's Way.

Since there was some interest in me sharing my collection, I thought I'd start with one of the first short stories and one of my favourites. Which is odd, considering Trevor Baxendale wrote one of my least favourite novels. Judging by The Undertaker's Gift, he's a big supporter of Jack/Gwen so it's interesting that he wrote a Rhys/Gwen focused story.

Full text is under the cut. This was a quick transcription, so please let me know if you find any errors.

The Torchwood SUV pulled up with a screech of brakes and Captain Jack Harkness climbed out. ‘Came as fast as I could,’ he said with a grin.

‘No news there, then,’ said Ianto Jones. He was standing on the lawn of a neat semi-detached bungalow, squinting in the sun as it reflected off the SUV’s paintwork.

Jack took off his sunglasses as he strolled over, ‘Ok, Fun Boy, what gives?’

‘You’d best have a look yourself. Tosh is in the back checking it over.’

‘What about the people?’ Jack asked as he strode up the garden path.

‘I sent them next door. The neighbours are providing tea and sympathy. It’s that kind of area.’

‘It’s a sunny day. Everyone’s nice on a sunny day.’

Jack pushed open the gate at the side of the house and Ianto followed him down a shady passage into the back garden. It wasn’t too large, a meticulously cut lawn and some well-tended flower beds. Not the kind of garden kids played in, so this was unlikely to be a prank.

Toshiko Sato was already there, examining the artefact with a portable scanner. If artefact was the right word, it was really still just a thing, but that sounded so unprofessional.

It was pretty big, at least two meters long, a meter wide, shaped like a loaf of bread. In fact the surface looked, at first glance, just like a crust – until you realized it was translucent, like amber. The midday sun sparkled like gold coins scattered across the top.

‘It sinks,’ said Jack, wafting the air away from his nose.

‘I think it’s the heat,’ said Toshiko straightening up, ‘We need to get it somewhere cool.’

‘Okay,’ Jack nodded, ‘Owen’s on his way with a van. He’ll be here in ten.’

‘I thought Gwen was going to have a word with Rhys, see if we could just one of his lorries?’

Jack shrugged, ‘She changed her mind.’

Ianto pulled a face and Toshiko understood. Jack had changed Gwen’s mind for her.

‘Rhys is ok, but I don’t want to put him at risk,’ Jack explained, noticing the silent exchange, ‘And neither does Gwen.’

---------

Rhys Williams sat down and pushed the skinny latte across the café table to his fiancee Gwen Cooper. He was having a large mocha with extra whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles. ‘Nearly five quid,’ he sasid, licking froth off his thumb, ‘For two coffees, it’s a disgrace.’

Gwen smiled at him. It was a beautiful day and they had been lucky enough to find an empty table on the pavement, ‘Stop complaining, it’s not offen we get to meet up in the day time.’

‘Well I’ll just have to make the most of it, won’t I?’

‘What does that mean?’ Gwen stiffened slightly. There was something in Rhys’ tone that rang alarm bells, the way he said something with that causal smile  but without meeting her gaze. It always meant trouble.

‘Y’know…in your line of work. Torchwood and all that. You never know the day, do you?’

Gwen put her coffee down, ‘What’s got into you? I thought we were good about this?’

‘We are, we are.’

‘Well you don’t sound it. C’mon, what’s up? I thought we were going to have a nice cup of coffee and chat about the wedding?’

‘Oh yeah, that.’

Gwen’s shoulders sagged, ‘Rhys, please tell me what’s the matter.’

‘Well I just thought…it’s not like you’re a police-woman anymore, is it? I mean, that was bad enough…’

‘Bad enough?’

‘Yeah, you know, with the risk and everything. Well, what I mean is, it’s not like being a…’ he floundered, ‘I don’t know…a secretary, is it?’

Gwen glared at him, ‘Is that what you wish I was? A bloody secretary, for God’s sake?’

‘No,’ he said, realizing that he had said the wrong thing again, ‘No, I only meant it as an example. You could be a bloody bricklayer for all I care. At least I’d know you were safe.’

She was still thinking of a reply when her mobile sang out. She flipped it, shielded the screen from the sun, saw the single word. TORCHWOOD. Oh great. Prefect timing, Jack.

‘I’ve got to go,’ Gen said, standing up, businesslike, ‘Thanks very much for the coffee.’

Rhys got up as well, ‘Don’t go. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to moan. I’m just worried, that’s all.’

‘I haven’t got time for this.’

And then the look was back in his eyes again. The one where his eyebrows sand right down over his nose. The only look on his face that she ever disliked, ‘No, you rush of, Gwen, run along to Jack. Maybe I’ll see you tonight, eh, if you’ve not been ubducted by aliens or eaten by  a Weeble.’

‘Weevil!’ yelled Gwen, and then realized, just as Rhys did, that they had raised their voiced loud enough for the other people at the nearby tables to hear. She turned abruptly and walked away, her heart hammering, leaving him to face the stares.

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She made it to the Hub in record time. There was nothing like a really bad mood to get you moving and by the time she’d walked to Roald Dahl Plass, Gwen did feel batter.

‘Where have you been?’ asked Jack as Gwen stepped into the cool and cavernous interior of the Torchwood base.

‘You gave me the morning off,’ she told him.

‘I never give anyone the morning off,’ he said, ‘That must have been an alien imposter posing as me.’

‘Don’t joke about it.’

‘It could happen. You have to be ready. If I ever give you the morning off again, question it. If I change my mind, then it’s the genuine me.’

‘There’s only one Captain Jack,’ Gwen laughed, ‘That I do know. What’s the emergancy?’

‘No emergancy. I just wanted the whole team together. We’ve brought something in and we need to check it out.’

Gwen dumped her jacket and bag on her workstation, ‘What is it?’

‘We don’t know,’ Ianto said, coming down the steps from the hothouse, ‘We’re thinking of having an office sweep. But so far it’s been officially promoted from a “thing” to an “artefect”. Coffee?’

Gwen shook her head. She could still taste the latte and it wasn’t good, ‘Where is it, then?’

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It was on the slab in the autopsy room.  Owen Harper, white lab coat glowing under the operating theatre lights, was examining the artefact with an old-fashioned magnifying glass while Toshiko stood close by, taking yet more readings on her PDA.

‘Blimey, that’s a big one,’ Gwen said as she came in.

‘That’s another way you can check it’s the real me.’ Jack murmured as he followed her down the steps into the cool, circular chamber.

‘Excuse me,’ said Owen, looking up from the examination table, ‘This is an innuendo-free zone.’

‘Since when?’

‘Tosh and I just agreed it, didn’t we, Tosh?

She looked up and nodded quickly, the blue glow from the scanner hiding her crimson blushes.

‘Did it come through the Rift?’ Gwen asked.

‘Landed slap-bang in the middle of Pontcanna,’ nodded Ianto, ‘Someone’s back garden, no less. They were pretty surprised but not traumatized.

‘Good neighbours,’ explained Jack.

‘And no need for retcon.’

Gwen nodded, satisfied. The memory-altering drug perfected by Captain Jack was used too often for her liking. She knew the public had to be protected, but sometimes it just felt wrong to protect them retrospectively.

‘We brought it back in a van,’ Ianto continued, ‘Took all four of us to lift it. I still can’t get the smell off my hands.’

‘You were wearing gloves,’ Owen pointed out.

‘I know, it’s the smell of the gloves I can’t get rid of,’ Ianto screwed up his face, ‘It’s the rubber.’

‘So any idea of what it actually is?’ Gwen approached the examination table cautiously. Whatever it was, it certianly ponged. It was a distinctly organic smell, like the mulch at the bottom of a forest floor. Ripe and peaty.

‘I’ve been collecting a number of different readings and scan data,’ Toshink reported. Her glasses flashed blue in the light of the PDA screen as she continued to run through the analysis programs, ‘It’s one hundred percent extraterrestrial, but there’s not match in the database for organic compounds, cell structure, polymer chains or nucleic acids.’

‘So,’ Jack summerised, ‘Something new. Any guesses?’

‘Crusty roll for a giant?’ offered Ianto, ‘Abbadon’s packed lunch, perhaps…’ But no one even smiled at that.

‘It’s organic,’ Owen comfired, ‘But it’s dead.’ He tapped the side of the amber pod with a knuckle. Even with surgical gloves on, there was a distinct, hard rap.

‘It’s a chrysalis,’ said Gwen.

They all turned to look at her. Self concious, she managed a shrug, ‘ What? I did a project on them in juniors. You know, butterflies and moths – in the larval stage, when they’re caterpillars, they weave a silk covering all around themselves and it dries out and forms a hard chrysalis. Inside, the caterpillar dissolves into a kind of soup an then reforms as an entirely new creature. A butterfly or moth.’

‘You’re saying there could be a giant caterpillar in there?’ asked Jack.

‘Or a butterfly,’ added Toshiko.

‘Or soup,’ suggested Ianto.

‘I don’t know,’ Gwen said. She was standing close to the thing now, staring down into the translucent shell outer layer, ‘But that’s the thing about them. The chrysalis, the shell, is dead matter. It’s what’s inside it that’s alive.’

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Rhys jumped down from the lorry cab and slammed the door. It was still sunny, but there were puddles left over from yesterday’s downpour. He splashed his way across the yard towards the Portakabin office of Harwood’s Haulage, still fuming.

He and Gwen were arguing far too much lately. He’s put it down to pre-marriage nerves; some of his married mates had said that the weeks leading up to theire weddings had been the worst of their entire lives. ‘And then after the wedding, it all goes down hill,’ Banana Boat had warned. Feeble joke, but it had made Rhys laugh out loud.

‘Get away,’ Rhys had said, ‘What would you know about it? I’m looking forward to it, me.’

‘No you’re not. You’re bloody terrified.’

But Banana Boat was wrong about that. Rhys was scared of notgetting married. Of getting there, up the aisle, with Gwen, before some insane alien space monster ate her alive or fried her with a laser blaster.

Before he’d known, in the months before he’d stumbled on the truth and found out about Captain Jack Harkness and Torchwood, Rhys and Gwen had argued a lot. In a funny kind of way it had been a relief to find out about the space aliens and the Rift and the Hub and all that crazy stuff. Because it made sense of the arguments, of the tension, and the deceit. He hadn’t liked it but he’d understood it. And the truth had brought them closer together, closer than they had ever been.

But there was a doubt in Rhys’ mind now. After the initial excitement, the thrill, the breathtaking madness of It all, it came down to this; Gwen faced deadly danger on a regular basis, peril and adventure that the rest of the world could only have nightmares about. But for the people in Torchwood, for Gwen Cooper, and now Rhys himself, those nightmares were reality. And more than that, they were daily routine.

And that was scaring Rhys now. Scaring him big time. Because every time his phone rang, his guts would turn stone cold and his hand would tremble as he took his mobile out of his pocket. Because one day, any day, that would be Jack Harkness calling with bad news.

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Gwen was in Jack’s office. She was standing at the window, looking across the Hub to the autopsy room where Owen and Toshiko were still working on the chrysalis. It had been officially promoted from “artefact” to “chrysalis” and Gwen felt quite proud.

‘Problems?’ asked Jack. He was sitting with his boots up on his desk and his hands behind his head. His sky-blue eyes were watching her carefully. Gwen always knew when Jack’s eyes were on her.

‘No, nothing,’ she replied, fiddling with her necklace. It was a cheap leather and shell thing that Rhys had given her only last week, down by the waterfront. It had caught her eye on the Cardiff Bay souvenir stall and Rhys had bought it for her instantly.

‘You can’t kid a kidder,’ drawled Jack, ‘Listen, I know you wanted Rhys to help. The truck thing – it was a good offer, a kind offer. Exactly what I’d expect from you. But I can’t involve Rhys in our work. He’s gotta stay separate, do you understand?’

‘Sure.’

Silent as a panther, Jack appeared at her shoulder, one warm hand on her arm, ‘I mean it, Gwen. You’re Torchwood. Rhys is the real world. He’s what you go back to at the end of the day. Let’s not ruin that.’

‘I understand.’

He turned her around and looked deep into her eyes. She could feel her irises loosening, widening, drinking in that cool blue gaze. When he spoke, she could feel his breath on her face.

‘Do you understand? Really?’

‘Yes.’

‘I’ve gotta care for everybody, Gwen. Even Rhys.’

She closed her eyes, ‘Yes.’

There was a polite knock at the door and Jack let go of her.

‘Excuse me,’ said Toshiko, ‘But I think we’ve found something that might be of interest…’

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‘It’s writing,’ said Ianto.

They were all staring at a patch of smooth amber on the side of the chrysalis. Owen’s pen torch was picking out a series of marks in the material, angular cuts which run in a long line around the entire perimeter, ‘From most angles the marks are actually quite difficult to see,’ explained Owen, ‘But if I shing a UV light on them…’ He changed the setting on his torch and the tip glowed ultraviolet. And then, instantly, the markings were impossible to miss.

‘The y are not random or accidental cuts,’ Toshiko confirmed, ‘It is definitely some sort of deliberate, intelligent inscription.’

‘So what does it say?’ Jack asked.

‘I’m running it through every transcription protocol we have. It could be a long process, though.’

‘Ok,’ Jack clapped his hands, ‘The day’s just got interesting. Let’s get to it, guys. I wanna know what this thing is and where it’s come from.’

‘Uh, Jack,’ began Gwen, ‘I think the day might be getting a little more interesting than you thought…’

‘What do you mean?’

Gwen pointed, ‘Look at the chrysalis. Can’t you see? Inside. Something’s moving inside.’

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Rhys dialled Gwen’s mobile. It rang twice and then her voice said, ‘Rhys, what is it?’ She sounded busy, distracted. Ringing her was wrong, he shouldn’t be checking up on her like this, but he had done it now.

‘Gwen love…about before. I didn’t mean to have a go at  you, I was out of order.’

‘Yeah. Ok. No worries.’

She sounded like she wanted to close the call. Rhys felt a flare of irritation again; here he was, trying to make amends, extend the olive branch, and she was too busy, ‘What’s up?’ he asked, ‘What are  you doing?’

‘Rhys, I’m busy. I’ll call you back.’

Gwen snapped the phone shut and returned it to her back pocket, ‘Sorry.’

They all looked at her for a long moment. None of them ever received calls in the Hub, at least not from anyone outside Torchwood. Gwen didn’t know whether to feel embarrassed or smug. But she did bloody feel annoyed with Rhys, didn’t he ever know when to let go?

‘I’m getting new readings,’ Toshiko announced, ‘Gwen’s right. There’s something in there and it’s alive.’

‘How come we’ve only just noticed it now?’ Jack wanted to know.

‘It’s only just started moving,’ Owen said, circling the examination table, ‘Something’s activated it.’

The chrysalis cracked open with a sound ricocheting around the Hub like a gunshot. The team all took a step back, reflexively.

For a second after that, nobody moved. They all stare at the jagged split running down the top of the chrysalis from one end to the other. Something moist glistened beneath the two halves, something which moved with a slow, ugly sucking noise.

Jack’s hand was on his gun, drawing it already. Owen was backing away from the chrysalis, one hand out to pull Toshiko back with him. She was still immersed in the readings from her scanner, her eyes fixed on the blue screen, ‘There’s been a huge surge in energy levels,’ she reported without looking up.

‘We kinda noticed,’ Jack said, levelling the Webley revolver. Ianto was already mounting the steps leading out of the autopsy room, heading with brisk efficiency for the weapons cabinet.

Only Jack, Gwen, and Owen saw the thing emerge from its chrysalis. It burst like a giant abscess, globules of stinking ichor spraying across the room as the contents were disgorged.

It moves so fast that they should even see what it was, not properly. It shot upwards in a tangle of limbs, knocking the theatre lamps flying and sticking to the ceiling like a screwed up spider. Owen was in his back, shouting something, and when Gwen looked at him she could see that he was hurt, twisting from side to side while he clutched his face.

Jack fired three shots at the creature, the boom of the heavy calibre pistol rattling all the instruments in the room. Brick dust showered them as each bullet missed its target. The thing scuttled with inhuman speed across the ceiling, swung down through the entrance ach and lashed out, somehow, in retaliation. Jack was sent spinning through the air, all the breath knocked out of him, until he crashed into the wall with bone-crunching force.

‘Jack!’ Gwen yelled, charging across to him. She skidded in a patch of alien goo and hit the floor hard next to Jack’s inert figure. She turned him over and gasped when she saw the huge black gash on his forehead. Blood had already begun to pour down his face and he was out cold.

Toshiko was bent over Owen, who has stopped screaming but was not moaning in a way which was somehow worse. It was the kind of sound that no one should ever had to make, the same sound Gwen had once heard at a road traffic accident she had been unlucky enough to attend as a fresh-faced WPC. The young lad caught under the wheels of the bin lorry had made the same noise minutes before he died, before the ambulance ever got close. It was something Gwen had hoped to never hear again, and yet now she was, only this time it was her friend, someone she loved, someone she’d screwed, for pity’s sake, dying right in front of her. Owen was still holding his face, his fingers white and ridged. Toshiko was panic stricken, trying to speak to him, but barely able to say anything coherent.

Gwen made Jack as comfortable as she could, but quickly. She knew he would be ok. Then she crabbed across the room, patting Toshiko on the shoulder as she went, ‘Look after him,’ she ordered, and Tosh, bless her, just looked up and nodded without a word. Owen was holding onto Toshiko’s arm with one hand now, his fingers flexing and pulling her. His other hand was on his face and Gwen could see blood, lots of it, running down his wrist as he rocked back and forth, groaning and whimpering.

‘He’ll be alright,’ Gwen said and again Toshiko simply nodded, as if hardly daring to disagree.

‘Get it!’ Owen hissed through his fingers. Blood bubbled behind his hand and one eye blared feverishly at Gwen, bloodshot and frightened, ‘Get the bloody thing!’

Gwen nodded and ran up into the Hub.

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It looked empty. The huge space was quiet, save for the tick and whirr of the computer stations and the hum of the Rift manipulator. Nothing moved.

Gwen’s weapon, a powerful 9mm Sig Sauer automatic, was on her desk. She could reach it in half a dozen quick strides. But where was the creature?

Something moved across the Hub and Gwen froze. Then she saw Ianto step out of the shadows beneath the hothouse, a Heckler & Koch SMG slung over his shoulder. There was a magazine already in place, a second one taped to the side of it for speedy reloading. He was scanning the Hub, sweeping the area for any sign of the thing from the chrysalis, his forefinger resting on the trigger of the gun.

He saw Gwen, nodded once. Then something crawled across the high walkway which ran along one side of the hub and Ianto swivelled, bringing the SMG up to his shoulder to aim.

The creature stopped, almost invisible in the shadows. Gwen could hardly see it, apart from the impression of a number of limbs sticking out from beneath a shiny carapace, like a beetle or a cockroach. But, boy, was it big. Big and fast.

Ianto took a cautious step forward, still keeping the creature in his sights, but trying to reach a better firing position. As he moved, the creature moved. It crawled slowly along the gantry, matching him step for step.

Then, without warning, it sprang. Ianto fired instinctively, the muzzle flash igniting the scene for split seconds like a strobe light. Gwen saw a few glimpses of the thing in mid-air, like momentary snapshots, saw the widening jaws and jagged fangs.

It barely slowed under the hail of gunfire. It collided with Ianto and he disappeared in an instant, as if he had stepped off the kerb in front of a speeding lorry.

Gwen had already made the dash for her gun. She grabbed the Sig, cocked it, aimed, squeezed the trigger. Once, twice, so many more times she lost count. It was a big gun, too big for her really, the magazine holding 16 very heavy rounds. But Jack Harkness had taught her how to shoot and there was no one better than Jack.

The bullets in the Sig were not ordinary rounds. They were Torchwood ammo, hollow point, steel jacketed, with one microdot of super-dense Dwarf Star alloy to pack and extra punch. A great lump of it, about the size of a grain of sale, had come through the Rift 30 years ago. It was enough to keep them all in ammunition for decades to come, thanks to a tame microphysics engineer Jack knew at UNIT.

The bullets tore chunks out of the walls, holes in the pipe work and left one armoury window shattered. Several struck the creature. She didn’t see the rounds hit, but she knew, she just knew, they’d hit home. The creature squealed and crashed against a wall, splashing through the water at the base of the water tower and disappearing into the shadows.

Then all went quiet. Gwen’s ears were still ringing, but she could tell that the Hub was silent again. She couldn’t even hear Owen anymore. Perhaps he was dead now, like the boy who had been run over by the bin wagon. Perhaps Ianto was dead too. Jack was unconscious. Toshiko was not a warrior.

It was down to Gwen.

She walked forward slowly, keeping the gun level, ready to shoot again at point blank of necessary.

Silence. She strained to hear something, anything, that might give the creature’s location away. Breathing. Or the click of its amour. Or the sticky noise of its jaws opening.

Nothing.

She crept forward, arms extended, rigid, like a signpost to death.

It had to be nearby. It couldn’t have gone much further.

Another step. Her canvas trainers didn’t make a sound.

And then her mobile went off in her pocket.

She physically jumped with shock. The jaunty ringtone trilled out across the Hub, drawing the attention of anyone, or anything, that might be listening.

The creature sprang from its hiding place, jaws snapping at her. Gwen actually saw the spittle flying from the jagged spikes which filled the gaping maw, aware that the last sound she was ever going to hear in her life was her ringtone, and the last thought she would ever have was Rhys you stupid bugger.

And then it was on her.

[kasiobite03]

TRANSCRIPTION & TRANSLATION: ROIER LORE 1

Holaa es bien noche pero tengo q subir esto antes q me olvide. Usalo como tu quieras y si ves algún error avisame porfa :D

edit: arregle lo de doied y la letra del principio

Hello here is a full english translation of Roier's lore (Tape 1) 18/12/2023! Please let me know if there are any errors and feel free to use in any way you like. I tried to make Cucurucho sound like english cucurucho and Doied to sound nerdy/formal/idk so there it is not a direct translation in some parts. if cucurucho was supposed to sound off for lore then ... i will fix later 👍

edit: changed what doied said because i misheard :D

[yukidragon]

Sunny Day Jack Transcript - INTERVIEW - 41683

I've decided it's long past overdue to write up the transcript of the interview Jack has while in character back in 1983 when the SunnyTime Crew Show was at its peak in popularity. You can listen to this audio for yourself after playing through the demo of Something's Wrong with Sunny Day Jack, along with [Redacted]'s interview with the psyche consultant.

Disclaimer - I have auditory processing disorder, which makes it difficult for me to translate sounds into words, so please forgive any errors I might make. If I got something wrong, please do let me know so that I can correct it. Thank you.

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney @illary-kore @okamiliqueur

...

(A click of starting a tape playing. Audio starts a bit distorted then clears up.)

Dan: Alright. Now… I’m assuming that out of all of you listening today, some of you have to be parents, right? I’m sure quite a few of you have been tuned in to this new kids show - big hit, it’s everywhere. It’s inescapable, really. I’m of course talking about the SunnyTime Crew Show.

Dan: Now I have to admit, I don’t really know what all the fuss is, but… then again I am 36 and if I did, I’d… (awkward chuckle) I’d have bigger things to worry about. (chuckle)

Dan: But today we are making an exception. We have with us one Mr. Sunny Day Jack, who I am to believe is the… the leader? The front guy? For the mass acclaimed SunnyTime Crew. How you doing, Jack?

Jack: (cheerful) I’m great, Dan! Thanks for having me on the show. Glad to be here.

Dan: (enthusiastically) I can tell. For the folks at home, you can’t see this, but wow, this guy can smile! Look at that. Your dentist must be so proud!

Jack: (modest chuckle) Oh it’s nothing a simple and consistent brushing routine can’t do, but thank you! I do my best.

Dan: (more moderate tone) Of course you do, of course you do… Now. Why don’t you tell me a bit about yourself, hmm? Tell me about Jack.

Jack: Well…, I’m sure that, as you said. I’m part of the SunnyTime Crew. I wouldn’t say I’m a leader or anything. We all just kind of do our own things, and… You know. We help the kids at home learn and talk about their feelings. There are a lot of ways to do that, and we run through them all with the kids, and… (soft laugh) Well, I mean, there’s not too much to say about it. I think it’s a very important job and I… I like it. I get to come into so many homes and be there for so many young viewers, and… Sometimes they really need it… and sometimes they don’t, but… the company is nice to have around… Yeah.

Dan: Right, right… If I’ve read up on this show correctly… you’ve all been burning hot and fast haven’t you? You know, what with all the toys and the lunchboxes and the… um… What was it? An ice show?

Jack: Oh! Uh, we’ll be doing a small live tour, nothing too big. We’ll be doing some singing, some book readings… really interacting with our fans. It’ll be a lot of fun! But if you want to know more, you can find out more information by calling in at-

(Audio glitches out and becomes incomprehensible for a second.)

Dan: Right, right, so… If you don’t mind me putting this out there… You’re kind of a celebrity, aren’t you?

Jack: (slightly awkward) I… guess you could say that. But really, we’re all-

Dan: Then we’ll put you through the same wringer as the rest of them. You’re a fine young man - plenty strong, plenty (grunting sound), you know? And you’re in there, right? Mom’s home, you’re taking care of the kids while she… you know - irons or cooks or whatever. Tell me. Do you ever get fans who are moms?

Jack: (slightly awkward) Well… sometimes. You could say that. (cheerful) And they’re really nice, just like the kids!

Dan: (sly) I’d put money on you being the crush of at least half of the housewives across America who tune in. You could do that, you know.

Jack: (awkward) I-I… guess. I wouldn’t really know.

(Awkward silence for a few seconds.)

Dan: (chuckle) Anyways… I believe… you’re on the show today with a mission?

Jack: Actually yes, Dan. I just wanted to come on and let the parents know that this weekend, me and my friends will be at the-

(Audio distortion glitches out the recording.)

Jack: -East of the-

(More audio distortion.)

Jack: -And you know, I’d love to meet and make as many new friends as possible. So, if you’d like to come down and say, “Hi,” we have balloons and games and activities!

Jack: Well, uh… actually we’ll be doing pictures and book signings too. We’re a local show, and it means a lot to have these opportunities. I just think it’s really great to be able to thank you all in person. As parents, your kids, we love teaching them and helping them grow… but when that TV turns off, it’s really is you who comes in and does the important work.

Dan: Aww… Isn’t that sweet? Unfortunately… (feigned surprised/disappointed gasp) Oh! Would you look at that? It seems like we’re out of time. But before you go though, I have to thank our sponsors and… One last question before we go, Jack. I’m asking on behalf of all the mothers out there. Ladies, thank me later.

Dan: Are you sure you aren’t… holding out on us at all? Like, come on! A guy your size has to have come from modeling or something. I’m putting it out there - there’s gotta be a picture of this guy in somebody’s charity calendar. I’m serious! Check your Mr. Junes, folks! Nobody gets this fit for themselves-

Jack: (curt) Alright. Thank you for having me, Dan. It was really… nice to be here. Um… Parents, we’ll see you this weekend. Remember, that’s at the-

(Audio distortion.)

Jack: -Mall, East of the-

(Audio distortion.)

Jack: -I’m really looking forward to it, and you should be too.

Jack: (cheerful, in character) This is Sunny Day Jack signing off, and wishing you a Sunnytime-tastic day-

(Voice distorts on the final words and fades out to static. The tape stops with a click. The beep of a TV with no signal plays before the audio ends.)

...

Additional Notes: A charity calendar are calendars made to raise funds for a particular local charity. The most well known and best selling charity calendars featured naked models posing provocatively for each month's image. These were one of the ways people could get their hands on pornographic imagery before the advent of the internet.

[crowwfed]

Harvesters Comic

Part 1 - Pgs. 14, 15, & 16

And finally we have the last member of our normal cast! For now, at least!

Edit: 4/16 Grammar correction for Spanish dialogue, uploaded pages again in higher quality

(Translation in Author's Note)

First here!

Previous here!

Next here!

ALT TEXT PROGRESS/DIALOGUE TRANSCRIPTION: WIP

You will find both of these underneath the "ALT TEXT" option on the image uploads above! :) OR a google doc available here!

If there's anything I can do to improve accessibility with my descriptions, please let me know!

Author’s note below…

Note about the Spanish: I'm learning Spanish in college, so this is an easy and fun way to practice! I am not perfect though, so if there are any grammar errors/mistakes, please let me know!

Translation: "Ryder! Do I need to say it in another language?! HELP ME!!"

hope you guys have a good week!

-Moe

[dead-byte]

So, since getting rid of Twitter Circles is apparently going to be among the Muskrat's poor decisions, I'm going to start releasing some of my more complete experimental reclists that I've kept exclusively to Twitter Circles.

Starting with this one:

This is a simple phoneme-based ARPAsing list I've made. It's a 3-mora list, and contains only standard ARPAsing phonemes ( + an optional "dx" addon list ) with full diphone coverage.

It has "index" and "no index" variants ( the "index" list is recommended if using moresampler to generate a base, due to sample priority ). While is has no extra phonemes, it is meant to be friendly for non-rhotic accents as well, as there should be enough instances of r-colored vowels to act as contextual duplicates.

In addition, it also comes with comment files that transcribe ARPAsing phonemes to SAMPA(DELTA-style), VOCALOID SAMPA, and VCCV, for those more familiar with other formats.

There is also an IPA Transcript, primarily meant to act as an alternate script for more experienced singers, who may be familiar with IPA, but none of its' adjacent phoneme formats, or SVS in general.

The default list ( without the dx addon ) is 516 samples. However, there is an even shorter ( optional ) reclist for additional pitches as well, that cuts out a lot of sounds that don't change much recorded at other pitches. The idea being the base pitch layer of a voicebank uses the "default" list, and the "additional pitches" list is used for the rest of them. The "additional pitches" list is 345 samples. That said, you can use the default list for all pitches too.

This list is untested, so there may be mistakes. However, it's a fairly simple list, so I don't anticipate any huge errors. That said, please do let me know if you find any.

[kriwix]

My fan transcript of the latest episode TribeTwelve and messages from Twitter.

[All this is written by me and is subjective, based on my personal opinion. If you see factual errors, please let me know.]

[I also use a translator, so I apologize for any mistakes.]

1 message from Twitter and approximate English translation:

"Our ability to perceive entities is directly dependent on our innate perception of those for whom we were created. Unless you are trained to spot camouflage, it is invisible. The suit decides you're blind" - remember it

In the last episode "Facade", in the last seconds, the inscription appears:

At the end of the last series there are the words "The eyes see only what the mind is ready to comprehend" - this is the phrase of Henri Bergson, but if you rely on the Bible, then this is the message to the Romans of the Apostle Paul 1:20:

"...For since the creation of the world His invisible attributes are clearly seen, being understood by the things that are made, even His eternal power and Godhead, so that they are without excuse,.." In itself, the greatness of God cannot be seen through the eyes of creation, only known through the world order. The Bible plays a role in deciphering the latest episodes and messages from the official Twitter.

2 message:

This is the most interesting part.

"10 damn years. I used to think posting this video ruined my life. Now I know better I've always been damned, born in hell. I lived by the book of Job, I fell from heaven, and one day I will become Satan."

The book of Job - Job is a pious and immaculate person, but later the devil slanders Job, considering him mercenary and hypocritical, which can be revealed (according to the devil) if wealth is taken away from him. Job is subjected to terrible calamities, but patiently endures them.

Perhaps "...fell from heaven" in the message is also a reference to Job, who lost everything due to slander; the interpretation revolves around "does misfortune always come from divine punishment?"; the book also explains that grief is not necessarily caused by a sin committed, it can be an experience, a lesson, a discipline, or a real punishment. Does this mean that "I lived according to the book of Job" = the unpunished and righteous received calamities? But is he so unpunished?

What role does Satan play in the book of Job? Satan takes everything from Job with God's permission to test, hoping that Job will curse God. "Become Satan" - to become the one who takes away from Job and tests him. Noah lived according to the Book of Job, righteously and trying to fight Satan, but later "falls from heaven" and "becomes Satan" that is, joins the side of the Collective? I think so, because the last words we hear from Milo are "you should read me". And I think this means that in the end Noah joins the Collective, and "becomes Satan", that is, the one who takes away, as it was once taken from him. Noah writes that he will become Satan, because he himself will take from the unpunished. That is, he will enter the Collective and will punish those who did not sin, as he did at the beginning: he suffered losses and suffering, like Job, for verification, and not for punishment.

But what then did Noah experience? There are two options:

1. Noah did not see the real greatness of God, and everything that was in the labyrinth was only a part, or only the beginning

2. Noah saw the greatness of God, which means that he is not the Creation of God, since he could know and see.

But only you can decide that.

You. The one who reads this. On the other side of the screen. Comeclosertous. WENEEDYOU

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A Buddy Daddies Drama CD Update: 8

Kazuki and his holey house.

The final update! I’ll be sharing the full transcript in a few hours, I just gotta finish up this last section and proof read it quickly. If you see errors in this, let me know - grammar isn’t something I have a point of reference for when I’m transcribing, so I may have missed a particle or two~

(If there’s any mistakes in my japanese then please let me know!)

See ya’ll in a few!