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dragonflight203 · 10 months ago

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ME1 replay, Luna and post conversations:

-That it triggered conversations with Kaidan, Ashley, and Liara was a surprise. I did not realize Luna would count as a trigger. Their dialogue usually only updates after main missions.

-Also, I'm slow. I always thought Liara's triggers were odd, because the other alien conversation triggers would occur after UNC worlds. Liara's triggers after main missions because love interest triggers occur after main missions.

-The path of relays are interesting. Argos Rho and Gemini are right next door, but you have to go through four relays to reach the other.

Luna:

-Hackett says Shepard is still part of the Alliance military. I wish we knew more about how spectres are supposed to operate. A spectre being a part of their species military appears to be a conflict of interest.

Or maybe it's not? The Hierarchy military is the Hierarchy government. So maybe the Council sees no issue.

Still, as a consultant you ultimately answer to your company. So if a member of a military is on loan to the Council as a spectre, they ultimately answer to their military.

However, Udina and Anderson repeatedly emphasize that Shepard only answers to the Council now. They should remember they're human, but humanity can't tell them what to do.

Doylist answer: I don't think Bioware thought this through all the way.

Watsonian answer: I suspect Shepard was supposed to get a great deal of additional training on what being a spectre means, did not because Nihlus died, and the Council is waiting to see what they'll do as a test.

-Hackett is very emphatic that the VI is not an AI. How can they know that for sure? Are the fail safes not responding not a clue?

-Pluto's orbit was circularized as part of recovering the Charon Mass relay. How the hell did that work? Aren't planet orbits determined by gravity?

-Making the Sol Mass Relay be Charon was a clever way to incorporate Pluto into the game even after it was no longer delcared a planet

-The Codex entry for the Prothean ruins on Mars show the same aliens as the ones for Illos. Javik's design was definitely a retcon.

-All the wealth of the colonies are flowing back to Earth... Are the Turians just eating popcorn as they wait for Humanity's Unification Wars to start?

-As you go through each bunker, you're slowly killing the AI. What's it like to have your body destroyed limb by limb?

-I wish Tali had dialogue for this mission. You'd think she'd recognize a an AI gaining sentience, or have opions about putting down rogue machines

-Insanity is hard. Tactics: Stay in the hallway to better control enemy approach.

-This mission is so sad. The AI throws everything it can to stop you, but you just keep systematically dismantling it. Poison gas, kinetic barriers... Those don't do anything. It's just a last ditch effort to survive.

Garrus:

-Most black market trade can be ignored. Well, at least C-Sec knows how to prioritize.

-There's an Elcor diplomat that was a serial killer. More of Bioware making each race three dimensional. Most Elcors in the game are very kind.

-Ah, Garrus. My beloved corrupt cop. "Interviewing". The game doesn't even hide what this means; if you select a dialogue entry about "interviewing" Dr. Saleon, you ask if he got what he deserved.

-Garrus, just why did the Turian you were "interviewing" start bleeding out of nowhere?

-Garrus has such moral outrage against criminals, but so little actual concerns about the innocent. He hates what Dr. Saleon does, but is willing to sacrifice numerous innocent lives to stop him. Garrus, do you actually care about innocent people? Or do you just hate evil ones?

-I don't think it was an accident that Garrus told Shepard about Dr. Saleon as an interesting story. He was gunning to have Shepard go after Dr. Saleon from the start. This was just a convenient opportunity to do so.

Ashley

-Ashley, I am so sorry for you. Your writer tried, but you are the victim of so many poor choices.

-She tells Shepard so much about her family, but still conveniently leaves out everything about Shanxi.

-If Mike hadn't asked Sarah about sex, Ashley would have worried he thought Sarah was ugly. Just, agh. Let's put this down to it being the 2000s.

-The part where Sarah doesn't want to go to the authorities about the near rape is sadly quite believable and still very common. She's not wrong that reporting it would likely hurt her more than help

-And Sarah hugs him at the end after he tried to rape her, then tried to beat her up after he confronted her later. This is supposed to be heartwarming and show the strong backbone of Williams women. Why, Bioware, why

-And on top of lines that easily come off as racism and a story with numerous sexism issues, the game makes her the only religious human that I can recall in ME1. It's like the writer was trying to put every possible target on her back.

Wrex

-Wrex is so old. Not surprising that he has burnout.

-Krogan burial grounds are sacred. Maybe they're the reason why archeological digs can't be performed at grave sites?

-For all Krogans are comfortable with violence, Wrex is clearly traumatized by his father's betrayal and killing him. He shows a lot of vulnerability in this conversation.

-Even after getting his armor back, there's nothing left for him on Tuchanka.

-We meet Wrex at his lowest point, wondering the galaxy as a mercenary after failing to help his people. It's good to know it's only for him from here (barring certain choices in ME3)

Tali

-The writer sure mined a lot from this conversation in future games, didn't they?

Tali will probably never server on the admiralty board herself

People like her father have enemies, and would use Tali to hurt him

-Quarians place a high family on family and ancestry. They even engaged in ancestor worship. Maybe it's the Quarians that are the reason burial sites are sacrosanct

-Quarians are insular. Even if Tali stopped Saren, her people won't care much

Yet you can use Tali's actions in ME1 to rally the crowd for her in ME2. Retcon, or Tali underestimating how much her actions would improve public relations for her people

-Quarians abandon their criminals on planets, but are annoyed that others have such a lower opinion of them. Folks, I understand why you do this, but surely you can recognize the cause and effect?

Kaidan

-I forgot that Brain school killed kids. Damn. Kaidan's been through a lot

-Wow, this is my first time romancing Kaidan and the dialogue is very different. Usually the second converstation is another infodump. Here's there's very little of that and much more personal talk.

-People frequently say that Kaidan doesn't open up to unless you romance him, but I feel I learned more about him in his non romanced dialogue than his romanced dialogue

Liara

-Just how sheltered is Liara? Does she have much experience with living aliens? She speaks to Shepard like this is her first time actually interacting with non Asari and it's causing her eyes to open up - like a kid from a small town going to college for the first time. But she has a doctorate!

-She thinks humans have an advantage because they're short lived, so they have to fit more life into their short time span. I think this is the human writer showing through. No one says this kind of thing about Salarians, and they live a fraction of a human lifespan.

-The rest of the galaxy sees humans as bullies than run over other people to get their way. Frankly, from what we've seen so far I don't think this is wrong.

-Is the only time that Asari are monogender come up in the Codex and as an option when Liara hits on femshep? I wish Bioware had done more of this. It'd be interesting to run into an Asari sick of dealing with humans treating them as a woman.

-I don't know if this is a Bioware problem or an Asari problem. I'm leaning towards Bioware.

Me: Kaidan is special

Liara: But we are too right?

If I'm generous, it's because Asari are supposed to be comfortable with polygamous relationships. But there's conveniently no dialogue option to discuss that, so it comes off as Liara ignoring the fact that I'm gently letting her down.

Codex

-The entry about Human Military Doctrine strongly comes off as blatant propaganda.

The other species are totally impressed by us, guys! We're very special and despite being newcomers to space totally showing them the best tactics and how to protect colonies!

Meanwhile: We don't need to heavily protect each colony. We'll leave small garrisons to scout. If a colony is in trouble, we'll send reinforcements.

*Eden Prime is massacred* Humanity to the Council: WE MUST BE AVENGED

The Council, in their heads: Have you considered actually protecting the colonies that you are developing in territory that is so dangerous no one besides the Batarians is willing to develop?

In the background:

Ferrus: We call for Aid!

The Alliance: We'll send the new human spectre. We're sure they'll get around to you eventually.

Edit: Fix spellings

#mass effect #mass effect 1 #mass effect 1 replay

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lesewut · 1 year ago

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It is the time of the Reformation. For years, the philologist, theologian and humanist Erasmus of Rotterdam has been working on a Greek-Latin edition of the New Testament. In 1516, before Luther posted his theses, Erasmus published the edition, which Luther used for his German translation.

Erasmus of Rotterdam enjoys a high reputation in the scholarly world, Luther also admired him and wanted to have such a learned man as Erasmus on his side and they also shared certain criticisms, such as the papacy, their skepticism of scholastic theology, the doctrine of the sacraments, the cult of ceremonies and relics. Both are against the sale of indulgences, because "you just can not buy heaven." It is said that Erasmus laid the eggs that Luther hatched.

But Erasmus tries to remain relatively neutral, he is of the opinion that Luther's "storming and pushing" is counterproductive and that one can only improve the world with patience and restraint, he takes Jesus as an example. Erasmus does not see himself as a people's tribune, but as a representative and defender of science and repeatedly emphasizes that he would have placed himself in the service of science. Through his attitude, he wants to help the bonae litterae to bloom again. He criticizes the general contempt for schools and education and calls for more meaningful studies. But Erasmus of Rotterdam is not alien to life and also knows that most things cannot be changed so quickly because they are so stuck. Real change takes time and consistency, it needs good arguments that are well thought out and not brusquely fed by a feeling. A healthier approach to science is needed, because this tragedy arose from the fear of science and the stupidity of the monks. Because what you don't understand, you want to suppress and destroy, so that the Church "can undisturbed rule with their barbarism".

This Erasmus-Attitude can also be found in his famous work "In Praise of Folly". This satirical writing began when Rotterdam wrote a letter of dedication in 1498 to More, who was twenty years old at that time. The Latin title "Stultitiae Laus" or "Moriae Encomium" is a play on words, because the Greek word moría means "folly".

The writing style is compared to Lucian, a supreme irony alien to any didactics, averse to any moralization. It is said that Erasmus wanted to distract himself from the power struggles in the church with this writing and to motivate himself by dealing with a humorous topic. Half seriously, half jokingly, a philosophy of life is praised and Horace's saying "dulce est decipere in loco" is used as the principle of the world view.

It is not surprising, that this work is one of the most important of the Renaissance era and supported the Protestant Reformation to a large extent.

This edition is a facsimile of the Leipzig edition from 1781 and was published in 1918. Numerous engravings by Holbein adorn the book and depict the eulogy of the goddess of foolishness.

"If no one wants to introduce me," says the goddess of folly, almost snippy, "then I have to eulogize myself!"

And the goddess tells about her origin. About her father Pluto “who mixed all things holy and unholy together.” And her mother Methe, the fairest and liveliest of the nymphs. Her milk nurse is said to be the daughter of Bacchus and the carefree Apedia, who herself is descended from Pan. She even explains why the goddess of foolishness had to be a woman by saying that women would find all their pleasure in foolishness. The pair of opposites wisdom and foolishness runs through the entire text, sometimes to represent the "real wisdom" in foolishness and sometimes to represent the "most foolish foolishness" in wisdom.

“For if by chance some woman wishes to be thought of as wise, she does nothing but show herself twice a fool.”

Without her is no life and no love, because basically everything is based on the fact that man is foolish and that foolishness is something all too human. Folly favors love, which is itself more or less the result of projections and desires. And from whom else could one get the beginning of one's life and love than from the Goddess of Folly herself? This also explains the phenomenon why more intelligent people or people who consider themselves wiser than others, have fewer children: Because nature arranges it in such a way that these dry souls, who break their eyes with the night lamp, are also less fertile.

"Jupiter has mingled in a pound of passion scarcely an ounce of reason."

For whoever renounces passion, who is constantly at war with physical things, not only enjoys life more, he almost disappears from it. The goddess of foolishness explains this to us with the Latin word “de vita”, which means “away from life” as well as “avoid”. So every renunciation is not only hostile to life, one departs alive from life, since one fights stiffly against what could bring one refreshment. That is why the philosophers, especially the Stoics, are described as arch-fools, they are "more foolish than fools", in truth their wisdom is only folly and they disfigure themselves with the "paint of virtue". The deity of folly demands:

"Away with wisdom if you want to enjoy life!"

And points out that the heart of the wise is with sadness, and with their wisdom they only make themselves hated and suspect.

“But who are they that for no other reason but that they were weary of life have hastened their own fate? Were they not the next neighbors to wisdom? among whom, to say nothing of Diogenes, Xenocrates, Cato, Cassius, Brutus, that wise man Chiron, being offered immortality, chose rather to die than be troubled with the same thing always.”

But she was also the begetter of wisdom and faith, for out of her tottering and ridiculous play the philosophers emerged "in whose place are now those who were used to be called monks."

The clergy are scathingly criticized by the goddess, and the vaunted "Christian bliss" is portrayed as a kind of delusion. There are even "no fools more stupid than those in whom the flames of Christian piety burn brightly." The symbol of the lamb was not chosen in vain, the animal was not famous even in Aristotle's time. The tree of knowledge should be interpreted as proof that knowledge works like poison in our spirit and that the consumption of the forbidden fruit was not forbidden for nothing. The goddess of foolishness emphasizes that God's foolishness is better than human wisdom, and numerous passages from the Bible are interwoven to make it even clearer that man really does not and will not possess wisdom.

It is amazing how directly and critically Erasmus expresses his criticism here, his attitude is also clear in the Pope's criticism:

"As if there were more pernicious enemies of the church than ungodly popes, who by their silence let Christ be destroyed, bind him by selfish laws, profane him by forced interpretation, kill by a poisoned life. The Christian Church is begotten, strengthened and expanded by blood. Now, as if there were no Christ to protect his own in his own way, his cause is being pursued through the Shear. There is something so inhuman about war that it should be left to the wild beasts.”

With the most diverse human appearances in this world, the goddess shows how we often think we are wise and actually are fools. How we actually unlearn life, laughter and dally, both sources of youth and freshness, and become shy and unable to act. Foolishness favors friendships, it inspires writers and poets, money and fortune fly to fools and the owl of Minerva would prefer the fool one more. Without folly there is no art, no heroes and love can never mature.

"The wise man stays like the sun, the fool changes like the moon."

Through the moon we understand human nature, through the sun we understand God. So we shouldn't deceive ourselves and think we're clever, but enjoy life through silliness and not lose ourselves in high spheres that ultimately make us unhappy and sad because we, as human beings, are too limited to fully understand them .

Fools have a special privilege "to speak things that do not annoy one out of their mouths." Why is the fool the king's closest adviser? Why does his clothing resemble that of the king, down to the scepter and jester cap?

“A remarkable thing happens in the experience of my fools: from them not only true things, but even sharp reproaches, will be listened to; so that a statement which, if it came from a wise man's mouth, might be a capital offense, coming from a fool gives rise to incredible delight. Veracity, you know, has a certain authentic power of giving pleasure, if nothing offensive goes with it; but this the gods have granted only to fools.”

Likewise, people should not complain of their lot, the Scythian, who wishes to be a citizen of the blessed Land of Cockaigne, would have to come to terms with their meager existence. Children shouldn't grow up too fast "that's suspicious and unpopular". It is far more important to laugh "from which everything draws life" than learn "that Pythagorean Quaternio." The old folks are transformed by the Goddess of Folly, who leads the old to the spring of Lethe so that they can drink the drink of oblivion. The high age is compared to childhood, except that "second childhood is preferable to first childhood". The older a person is, the closer he is to childhood. Unwise dalliance brings amusement and foolish babble, relieves the mind of grief, makes us human, as Dostojevky wonderfully summarizes:

„Talking nonsense is the sole privilege mankind possesses over the other organisms. It’s by talking nonsense that one gets the truth! I talk nonsense, therefore I’m human.”

The archetype of the folly (and trickster) is also playing a big part in Jungian therapy for healing. As long as we lock ourselves from this juvenile spirit of joy, we can not touch our "Fisherking's wound" and get more depressive and unhappy. In Medieval and Rennaissance times, particularly in European courts, the concept of a fool was to serve the King as a truth-teller. The fact that the fool stood outside society, was certainly of great importance, as it allowed him to express concerns or offer advices without restrictive convention and politeness. During my researches, (inquiries into folly since may, has become a work for life), I've found a very interesting statement of Foucault in his work "Madness and Society", where he describes, that in the epoch of rationalism, craziness or madness (which can be considered as a characteristic of the fool) is not a illness, but a social construct, which was invented by psychiatry, to exclude or control deviant or undesirable people. Foucault claims that in the Age of Reason madness lost its original meaning as an expression of existence or resistance and was instead treated as an object of science and power. In the near future I will present further literary examples on the subject of foolishness. Among them I'm planning "The Idiot" by Dostoyevsky (Focus: why is the idiot "more human" than the others?) , "Don Quixote" (Focus: Living in a dream or dying of reality? Why I think that this book is one of the saddest + the danger of literature by feeding inadequate ideas, which lead to hunger for life and longing for phantastic adventures) and the legend of "Parsifal" (Main Topic: The fool represents the restoration of spiritual and physical harmony and the renewal of the kingdom, the symbol behind the wound of the Fisherking). Also, an extensive Jung contribution will explain the psychological meaning behind the archetype and I try to extract more examples from religion that illustrate the connection between madness and holiness. I want to end with a joke by Nasreddin Hoca (~ 13th century), who is the oldest and most famous satirist of Turkey. His stories often has a subtle humour and a pedagogic nature, turning unbelievable explanations ad absurdum.

„At dinner time, Nasreddin finds no meat on the table. He asks his wife, "What happened to the meat?" His wife replies, "The cat ate it." Nasreddin breezes into the kitchen, puts the cat on the scales, and discovers the cat to be weighing three pounds. Nasreddin quizzically questions the result, "If the meat I brought home weighed three pounds, then, where is the cat? And, if this happens to be the cat, then what happened to the meat?"

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masterofdemise · 2 years ago

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Pluto Headcanon Lore Dump

I felt a sudden urge to share my headcanon of Pluto’s lore. I actually have different variations of it across different AUs and sometimes they don’t even follow this but it’s pretty consistent through most of them. I’ll cover both his backstory and my thoughts about what he would be like Post-Fury if he had a redemption arc. Be warned, it’s long (I typed this at almost 2am in the morning) . I’ll fix this up for a future chapter of Metal Record eventually because there is a lot more.

(Note: Most of this will be copy and pasted from my private twitter ramble so it might be a bit unorganized)

In my canon, Pluto doesn't have the greatest childhood and even though Pluto’s parents were very loving and supportive, they died when Pluto was like 12, leaving him without much of a support system and not so great family members. Pluto was left with the entirety of the Hades estate and that made his uncle(who helped in orchestrating his parent's death) extra angry and he tried to manipulate Pluto as a result. Pluto didn't take this well and got rid of him after he found out the truth. At this point, all his closest family is gone. His parents and grandparents are dead and his uncle closest to the Hades plot is gone (other ones are still part of the cult but they are more so followers since they are on his mother's side). He has a lot of pressure to not only maintain the cult and lead it, but also many other things and he's only a young kid at this point. Everyone around him, including Ziggurat and Doji are seeking his guidance and he's just barely hanging by a thread. All the people around him are vultures that want the same power he has and to not be devoured in the chaos, Pluto has no choice but to kick out many members because he just doesn't have the same competency/leadership as his father because why would he? Pluto is so young and with his father dying in an assassination unexpectedly, there wasn't enough time to teach Pluto what he needed to know in order to run the cult or that stuff. Sure he knew the family history but it wasn't much compared to his father. Without warning, Pluto was thrown into the pit alongside losing the people closest to him. At this point, he hasn't even met Johannes yet too so he has no friends to help him recover or comprehend all this trauma.

The reason Pluto is able to find so much comfort in Johannes (at least in my canon) is because he became genuine friends with him, and Johannes joined the cult not because of Pluto's family connections or what not, but because Johannes believed in Pluto for who he was, even if it was twisted. Pluto is able to recover just slightly by having a friend who isn't initially connected to him through the cult, but just through a random encounter. While the cult thing is stressful, he still believes in it because he was raised to think this way. He may have had loving parents but at the end of the day, they were the ones that convinced Pluto he was "better than everyone else" and that destroying the world was the only correct future and path for humanity. Even if Pluto enjoys certain things, he convinces himself that this is the only way for things to go because that is what his family has been working towards for thousands of years, and that this was his destiny and goal to fulfill. This was his purpose. If he doesn't fulfill this purpose of reviving Nemesis, than what is Pluto? What is his life and who is he? Why did he go through all that suffering and for what? Nothing? He forces himself to think that these events are just better reason for him to get rid of everyone. Johannes also has a terrible childhood which also makes him side with Pluto. It's not like Pluto manipulates Johannes to join him, Johannes is just as bad as Pluto in terms of morals and works with him because he also believes this certain thing.

With how terrible they were treated and seen, deep down, both Johannes and Pluto see themselves as irredeemable monsters that cannot be forgiven ever and so, they continue to do terrible things because they don't believe they can be forgiven nor loved. The two of them are able to find comfort in each other at least, but they still hate everything else so much that they still continue with their plot because they think their lives are so plagued by misery that even if they tried to live together normally, it wouldn't work out.

Going back to the present, these issues still plague Pluto's mind and they do not get better. Now that he has apologized and his genuinely trying to be a good person, he's finally starting to see just how much damage/pain he has caused to the world. All the self-doubt and insecurities that Pluto tried to hide when he was involved in the Nemesis incident (to be fair, stuff was actually going well at a point so he was seemingly less depressed) really surface back up when he tries to be better. All his crimes/sins are starting to catch up with him.

This is also considering that he was, for a period of time in my canon, actually trapped within Nemesis in a dark void with no one else but Rago. There was no sleeping/eating, meaning Pluto was often left to his own thoughts when he wasn't talking to Rago. He thought he was dead forever, so a lot of that time was contemplating his life, his regrets, all the things he didn't accomplish, his failures. Not only that, but he started thinking about Johannes too. Pluto never got the chance when he transformed into Nemesis to see if Johannes was actually still okay. While he was in the void, he had no idea if Johannes was even still alive or if Pluto indirectly killed the only one close to him. If he wasn't dead, did Johannes even miss him? Was he sulking and mourning his loss or did Johannes continue his life with no concern? Did Pluto leave Johannes alone to suffer in grief or did his only friend never care for him at all in the first place?

There was no way for Pluto to know, and this caused him so much mental anguish that when (getting into FDE territory but this applies to my other AUs) he finally sees Johannes again, he rejects him because he's so afraid of confronting his fears. Pluto misses Johannes so bad, he cares for him and yet, he can't build the courage to talk to him again because all his insecurities and fears have consumed him, preventing him from pursuing what he really wants. Even when Pluto finally is able to reconcile and talk to Johannes properly, even after they exchange tears of joy and what not from finally being able to see one another again, Pluto is still afraid and scared. Pluto begins feeling terrible for involving Johannes in the Nemesis incident and starts to think that Johannes should have never met him because Pluto "ruined his life", not understanding that Johannes probably would have been terrible anyway. He starts to think that wanting to even just hang out with him as friends or what not is "selfish" and "terrible" of him because he thinks he has ruined Johannes's life and that Johannes doesn't love him back (this is not true).

Pluto is so insecure that it becomes very difficult for him to find joy in anything in life because he feels like he doesn't deserve it. Even with another chance of life, he thinks he should be suffering for his crimes instead of getting a chance to live a happy life. Even though he now has the support of the Legendary Bladers (mainly Dynamis, Tithi, and later Gingka), he can't help but feel like he doesn't deserve any of it. While he doesn't do anything evil anymore, it's very difficult for him to actually be happy. At least back then, he could find some happiness because there was a sort of ignorance that clouded Pluto's mind. He was ignorant to other people's suffering and was able to continue being terrible because he never looked nor put himself in other people's shoes. Now? He can't do that anymore because he has fully realized the consequences of his actions. He has experienced death and the horrible reality of living in an empty void that has almost no escape. He now knows what all the other people dying in the disasters felt like.

Pluto becomes afraid of beybattling and is unable to participate in bey battles without being reminded of the one battle that actually cost him his life. Battling terrifies him and as a result, he doesn't even carry his bey with him because he doesn't want it. Even though his friends do their best to support him, he just can’t help but feel horrible.

Pluto feels like he can't even express his frustrations with other people except for Johannes (well not all of it, especially the ones related to him) because he thinks people will just scoff at him. After all, he destroyed everything so why should anyone listen to a scumbag like him or give him a chance when he obviously doesn't deserve it? He thinks his problems and issues don't matter because all of this pain and suffering is deserved after everything he's done. He is too afraid to make friends with the Legendary Bladers that gave him another chance because again, he feels like he doesn't deserve friendship nor love. He's also afraid of someone taking advantage of his weaknesses that have become more prevalent than before. People have tried to manipulate him before so how can he even know if people won't try it again?

Pluto and Dynamis’s conflict before Fury also has some influence in Pluto’s behavior. When they first met before Fury, Dynamis made many rude assumptions about Pluto all because of him being descended from King Hades. Dynamis called him an irredeemable monster mainly because of his connection to Hades. This only furthers Pluto's mentality of "there is no reason for me to try being good because even if I did, I'd still be blamed for everything because I'm a descendant of King Hades and he was a terrible person which makes me one too by default." Dynamis and Pluto eventually make up but this thought process still affects Pluto even in the present. Pluto said some vile things too so he's not in the right, but that just further reinforces Pluto's present day insecurities since he is now more aware of what he has said/done.

There is even more I could explore with this but this ramble is almost 1.8k words so I will cut it off here. I will put more in depth information around this in both From Different Eyes and Metal Record (Especially Metal Record since I would also like to dive into Dynamis and Johannes’s backstory too). If you were not already convinced that I was insane for Pluto, I think this should do it.

#metal fight beyblade #beyblade #demise rambles

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doomedandstoned · 1 year ago

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Seattle’s SORCIA Strike a Gnarly Chord with ‘Lost Season’

~Doomed & Stoned Debuts~

By Billy Goate

The last time we checked in with the Rain City's doom-stoner-sludge trio SORCIA, they had just released their EP, 'Death By Design' (2021). Two years later, a follow-up: 'Lost Season' (2023).

Opening number, "Miss Ann Thrope," as it turns out, is a play on words for misanthrope -- you know, someone who just doesn't like people. Lyrics reflect the kind of alienation familiar to anyone who's tried to take on the world and been chewed up and spit out, left with only frayed nerves and a low level of trust. "Controlling the things I say, I lash out at you. Our toxic love affair, a love that’s true." The downcast dirge winds and grinds like a menacing serpent. Verses are clean and searching, delivered with a certain humanity that is both relatable and appealing. Meanwhile, the chorus is as mean and grizzly as you could ask for. "She feeds off my anger," utters vocalist/guitarist Neal De Atley, "She is well fed."

"An Axe Named Otis" may be a reference to the strange and twisted tale that is 2001's Frailty, in which Bill Paxton has a revelation from God and begins destroying demons with an axe he finds in a barn. Carved on this implement of destruction is the nickname "Otis." It's a harsh, vengeful affair, with a blood-spattered backdrop of leaden doom, evil sludge, and brittle percussion.

"Faded Dune" is a groovy southern stoner romp that could be an homage to Goatsnake. With whisky in hand, you could just melt right into it. "Dusty," meanwhile, conjures a blurry sunset and features sanguine vocal harmonies from bassist Jessica Brasch. Then the record closes with "Entering the Eighth House," an astrological reference to Scorpio and Pluto, a place of sex and death.

Sorcia's Lost Season soaks in dark blues, with melancholy hooks and forthright lyrical contemplation. Look for it this weekend on Desert Records (pre-order here). Stick it on a playlist with Acid King, Dorthia Cottrell, Saint Karloff, Goatsnake, and Legba. And don't miss the band's forthcoming western states tour, kicking off July 28th (dates below).

Give ear...

Lost Season by Sorcia

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Seattle stoner/doom trio Sorcia prepare to unleash their highly anticipated sophomore full-length ‘Lost Season’, their heaviest and most eclectic offering to date.

After releasing their debut album just days before the world shut down in March of 2020, things looked bleak for musicians as they were forced to stare into the unknown. During this dark time, Sorcia persevered by pouring themselves into songwriting, accomplishing not only the completion of a challenging EP, but also this brand new full-length they would reflectively come to name ‘Lost Season.’

This album is a continuance of their dynamic and heavy sound, yet showcases a matured evolution in style with a new exploration of influences. Captured by Tad Doyle at Witch Ape Studio in Seattle, WA with original artwork by Mike Hawkins, Sorcia are pleased to be working with Desert Records to release ‘Lost Season’ out into the world on July 21st, 2023.

Sorcia have shared the stage with heavy hitters such as Orange Goblin, Hippie Death Cult, Kadabra, Telekinetic Yeti and many more. With each show, they prove they belong with the best and Lost Season has pushed their limits further.

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#D&S Debuts #Sorcia #Seattle #Washington #doom metal #sludge #stoner metal #Desert Records #Olde Magick Records #D&S Reviews #Doomed and Stoned

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kulaiyin · 2 years ago

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(content: honkai star rail 1.0 main story and various herta space station exploration up to 1st destination)

SO... STAR RAIL...

hsr really caught my eye because of all the familiar characters in different AUs... i feel like as another installment to honkai franchise i have to see what the characters do!

honestly, it’s great that there’s a mix of old and new faces so newcomers don’t feel like they need to have a lot of context to enjoy the characters.

very excited to witness a new world and story made by these devs!! (/≧▽≦)/

(reactions under the cut! warning, VERY image heavy...)

KAFKA! she’s so different from her hi3 design... but i’m sure she’s taken the internet by storm already. we love a cool gal 👏

i love that each chara takes out their phone for the pause screen!

BRONY-- no, hold on... BRONI-- no, that ain’t it either... SILVERWOLF!!!

i find it so interesting that bronie’s nickname is a "bunny that hunts wolves” and now she is silverwolf in star rail... well, bronya does have the “wolf of urals” nickname so maybe it’s combined... ANYWAY COOL TO SEE HER SO EARLY!!!!!

but... i just keep getting the impression that kafka is evil so my gut reaction is “why are you on the bad guy’s side?! Σ(っ °Д °;)っ

already love the environment and aesthetics of this place...

i ended up naming my mc pluto! i picked female mc because she’s cool...

ended up being a great choice because--! SHE SOUNDS SO GOOD IN CHINESE VOICEOVER AAAAAAA A DEEP VOICE... sounds almost like rosaria! 🥺💕

the game’s flavor text humor is cranked up to 100...

i was caught 1000000% off guard by arlan’s voice HRKLJLRKJGLJH i was already a little bit interested in his design before but... BUT... (deep voiced female va... very good...)

(FOUND OUT THAT ARLAN’S VA DID KIANA HOLY HELL KIANNAAAA anyway i need arlan)

i took the screenshot at an unflattering angle but HIMEKO LOOKS SO BEAUTIFUL HERE AAHRHAHGHRGH

THE ENVIRONMENTS ARE SO COOL!!! i tried to talk to every npc... it’s kind of sad how they’ll be traumatized after the event... since the mc woke up kind of far from the main destruction, i didn’t feel the impact of the attack until now...

my first 4* using the warp pass... a light cone 🤧

i went to search the wiki for this light cone and i couldn’t find it ∑( 口 || this is uncharted territory...

ABOUT TO BECOME A MARCH 7TH MAIN

BEAT MY FIRST FORMIDABLE FOE WITH A LOT OF EFFORT

WELT MY MAN!!! HE SOUNDS SO OLD AND DEEP IN THIS GAME

fu hua references in the achievements?! (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) (taixu is the correct spelling of taixuan)

PEPPY HAS AN IN-GAME MODEL?!?!?!

I’LL PROTECT PEPPY WITH MY LIFE

the noises it makes... oughr... ouughheghrg (dies

“please just order me around as you please” but unironically

this whole conversation was funny... i just assume every npc with an afro is part of the afro society now...

it is SO FUNNY that they made mc like this, i love reading mc’s thoughts and impulses... they are such a rascal

himeko sword and traveler’s wing glider... 🤧 apparently there is a tears of themis reference in here too, in the card stack!

beginners warp also got me qingque!!! i love her auto attack animation... she has fun mechanics and is pretty strong (to my noob self), but very action-hungry! 😳

i got destroyed right after

SO FUNNYYYYYYYY

i took this screenshot because i thought the angle was cool...

i’d really love if eventually, later in the game’s lifespan, we could get our own room on the express to decorate...

i’ll break off the post here and continue in another one since i can’t add any more images without tumblr being mad at me haha... oops (￣┰￣*)ゞ

see you next post!

#hsrdiary

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rubykgrant · 3 months ago

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Because I've mentioned it here and there, here is just a collection of my Sailor Moon thoughts from between the ages 10-14 (keep in mind, back then we never got a translated version of Stars, and the original manga wasn't widely available. I had like, 2 whole friends with computers, one who could look up random manga scans, and one who found some screenshots of the anime, so we sort of just pieced together random info... and created fan-fiction before we knew it was called that. so, some of this isn't accurate/impossible, but whatever)

-The evil force that causes so much trouble in the series, Chaos (for simplicity), was original just an opposite reaction to the Galaxy Cauldron; one is for beginnings/rebirth, the other consumes/destroys. However, specific individuals through the universe tried to use the power of Chaos for their own purposes, and in doing so, started to give Chaos a "sense of self". It grew an awareness, and the basic nature to consume/destroy became more of a desire or goal, and Chaos started to manifest in physical forms

-As Chaos moved through the universe, it would devour entire worlds, sucking up all the life. Sometimes, the Guardians of these worlds could still be reborn if their Starseeds were strong, but if the royal family that held the magic jewel of that planet was completely absorbed by Chaos, nobody else on the planet would be revived. Several "ruined worlds" with only one Guardian were the result, and this was what happened to Sailor Galaxia (originally, she had the name of her planet, but it has been so long, her first life has been forgotten, and she only has hateful memories of being alone, thus working to re-make herself as Galaxia)

-When Chaos reached the solar system ruled by the Moon Kingdom, it was finally pushed back... briefly. It still manifested in some form (the sun spots, and the beginning of Metalia). It took Sailor Saturn and the power of the Silver Crystal to defeat Chaos, and while the planets all "died" in the process, because Chaos had not absorbed Princess Serenity, she and the others were able to be reborn on Earth

-Most of the Princesses/Guardians were reborn around the same time on Earth (when they would need to awaken their powers and fight new forms of Chaos), but all the people from the other planets have had new lives on Earth at some point (the people of Jupiter, the people of Venus, etc. it just doesn't happen all at once. there are also plenty of NEW people, who make more new people, and so-on). Earth itself actually started it's whole evolutionary cycle again (this was also part of Saturn's power, her Silence Glaive is for both death AND rebirth). The Four Generals were reborn as well, meant to find their Prince and protect him as well as Serenity, but Beryl had also returned, once again following Metalia, and they joined her as well (their new lives destroyed, and forced to "follow their roles" of the past that lead to ruin)

-When Saturn uses her full power, it not only ends her life and the lives around her, it takes up SO much energy, she sort of has to "skip" a couple life-times before being re-born. In a "worst-case scenario" time-line, the events with Professor Tomoe happened differently, Hotaru didn't survive, and there was no Saturn. Another Guardian had to assume some of her roles, and while nobody could use the same power of death/rebirth, other abilities could be learned. This is why there is some "blend" between the time/death powers of Pluto and Saturn (Pluto was also always a solitary and powerful Guardian, so sharing certain responsibilities with Saturn was easy, but it also meant she was even more lonely). In the past Silver Millennium, Saturn had not yet been reborn from a previous event, and so young Pluto was asked guard the door of Space and Time (Saturn basically woke up right before she had to end everything again)

-Because Chibiusa's time-traveling changed a few things, including Pluto leaving behind her watch, thus having a life as a normal person... until her powers as a Guardian awakened again, and this also brought out Neptune and Uranus (who hadn't been part of things in the previous time-line). Hotaru is also able to survive, but is stalled from awakening by Mistress 9 and Pharaoh 90. Thanks to Chibiusa's love, Sailor Saturn and Sailor Moon are able to defeat the enemy without fully ending everything again (in the previous version of events, without help from the Outer Senshi, much of the planet was wrecked even after the enemy was pushed back, eventually leading to Wiseman manipulating more people into working for him. Wiseman was another form of Pharaoh 90, which were both manifestations of Chaos). In the time-line Chibiusa came from, Crystal Tokyo had become the only safe place for anybody to live, but in this new reality, the world is saved, and Saturn is able to be reborn then awaken much sooner (joining everybody again, and finally having a regular life as Hotaru)

-In another time-line, even further in the future, Chaos has attacked and killed the Earth so many times, trying to get the Silver Crystal, all the Guardians have gone through death/rebirth multiple times... until finally, none of them had enough energy to return, except for Sailor Moon. She continued to fight alone, becoming Sailor Cosmos, but slowly lost hope. She eventually tried one last-ditch effort to change things, returning to the past (as Chibiusa had once done), disguised in a smaller form, and attempted to comfort her past self before everything fell apart... but ultimately, it was her old self, Sailor Moon, that reminded her to never give up. Cosmos saw that this version of Sailor Moon had become stronger than she was, and it inspired her to return to her own reality, perhaps find a new solution. Once again, Sailor Moon pushed back Chaos and saved the world where all the people she loved could live

-The reality with Crystal Tokyo had Serenity becoming the new Queen very young, but she now has the chance to live a full life as Usagi, growing up and marrying Mamoru, being "regular people" for a while. If Chaos doesn't resurface for a while, they even have the possibility of reviving life on the rest of the planets in their solar system, and welcoming survivors from across the universe (all the lonely Guardians that had nearly been absorbed by Chaos). If Chibiusa chose to keep living here and growing up with them all, she would simple be "reborn" as herself in her previous time-line (the memories of this "other life" slowly awakening in her mind as she grows and matures, until she simple "knows all of herself"). Instead of Chibiusa, in this "normal life" timeline, Kousagi is born as Usagi and Mamoru's child (but because they have known Chibiusa for so long, they think of both as their daughters)

#sailor moon #sailor stars #sailor cosmos

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the-firebird69 · 1 year ago

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Whiskey in the Jar - Metallica with bagpipes

And Dave didn't like hitting him and Mac didn't like it much either and doesn't. It's just that the guy will not shut off and won't leave people alone he's a huge femme fatale he's in my face and I can't have it it's ridiculous what he says and ask for and so inflammatory that you have to let him down very quick and it doesn't take no for an answer he's driven to it by Max and he won't stop them at all it is oblivious to it

Zues

He's playing the pipes has her play in the pipes for those trumps who died in vain due to the max there's a lot of them it's going down now that most of them are going to just die without affecting the max of all and had handed them stuff and there's a lot of bunkers that went up and a lot of them were Max but those bunkers are not pivotal and they're huge and they are clothing and the cloning is over pretty soon. We hear they're in the caucuses and beginning on the Middle east. Here in the States they're still attacking in Maine New Hampshire Vermont and have reached the pseudo empire and their bunkers have gone there trying to get to the empire and they're attacking very harsh attacks. And Trump is doing a lot of it and he did have this idea but he did find out about it from the max. Is a terrible person and it says stupid things to my husband and our people and should have kept quiet he tries things he never work it keeps on bad mouthing us and that boy is paved what he's saying but he is attacking the empire

Hera

Is trying to attack our people all the time and we don't appreciate it and he's just as incessant as he is here and it is a huge failure we can't have him doing it and he's losing huge armies in the Midwest right now see that in the Parks and his bunker campaign and he got fired too aggressive and start taking everybody on and he's a very inflammatory sluice ball here sleeves ball he's a street person and he belongs there and is trying to drag our son there because he's a loser now her son is not a loser our project is now entering phase 5 the returning of the planet Pluto and Mars and they're coming around the bend. And I'm pretty quickly and soon they will be back on the side of the Sun has a huge event for hours and for others but we'll still say nothing happened and they're going to fight to get there and a lot of them will say stupid s*** and get hurt like this guy Trump and try stupid and get hurt like Trump soon he is going to be vanquished and ultimately destroyed and it doesn't have attractive attribution to what he's doing is not right he's doing some very bad things and what do you think about our son he guys just as he would and one of his threats meaning that he's threatening to put our son into a robot and he is going to be killed and he does it to Brad quite a bit and brad gets killed. It's an odd alternative events how he is grabbed and it's due to his wife and his wife gets grabbed and she is not responsible but she's the one who like made it happen practically they go ahead and they start to demolish buildings that are trumps and they're saying that they were taking apart by rating and looting and they're not really and they're doing in New York City already demolition people are taking them down and it is what fight club is they meet up in the basement and say don't blow up our buildings we'll just have a fight over it and like they're gentleman and stuff and they're ignored and they blow their areas up to take them over and brad is very aggressive it gets killed. During this procedure and during RoboCop Trump is giving devastated he is obliterated and wiped out by bja Brad and Jason all over the world to shut them down this is happening shortly

Nuada Arianna

We are going to attack him as well and help bring him down and get him out of here

Olympus we're calling an emergency meeting right now to remove his people he's a huge huge jerk to our son

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akumaverse · 2 years ago

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TERMINOLOGY - THE STARDROIDS

Found In: Rush Dimension

In the world inhabited by Blaze the Cat, there existed a pair of brothers known as the Negas. The eldest brother known as Wily saw the galaxy they were in and planned to conquer it. So he swore that he will go to space and take over every planet in the solar system, leaving the planet Terra to his younger brother. To do this, Wily Nega created a series of Robots made to dominate the planet they’re taking over: the Stardroids.

He began by first creating a machine to take over the biggest star of the planet. This being his first and most powerful: Sunstar. His next planet to conquer is Mercury, so he created a Stardroid named after the planet to deal with the aliens that resided there. He would systematically do this to the remaining planets, even the no longer listed Pluto just for completion sake. Since they were so dependent on Energy based weapons, he created the Stardroids Armor to basically ignore any sort of Energy blasts.

By the time he was returning to Terra, Eggman Wily still did not conquer the planet. Not seeing how, he created Terra to show just how easy it was to take out the Terrafermans. But to his surprise, there was a visitor there that managed to actually hurt his Stardroid. Upon seeing the Blue Robot, he ordered all his Planet Based Stardroids to come to Terra and defeat their enemies. HIRO fought them off and even when Sunstar tried to use the sun against them, Super Sonic and Burning Blaze stopped that.

With his Stardroids destroyed, the planets are slowly recovering from his rule. But Wily Nega is not done yet. He is rebuilding the Stardroids and he swears that the next time he returns to Terra nothing will stop him. Not even that Blue Robot.

#Terminology #Rush Dimension #Stardroids

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kurt-wagner-official · 2 years ago

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Post #74: NM issue 37 and UXM issue 203 and Secret Wars II issue 9

This issue takes place during the time skip in the middle of SWII 8. Home alone, the kids are hanging out watching movies. This is another place where coordination between writers was clearly wonky, because apparently they went out and fought the Beyonder, got beaten, and are now just chilling. The chilling comes to an end when Dani has visions of grim reapers over the entire team, except Berto, who isn't there. I really like the touch that each of them has a different reaper based on their own beliefs about death; for example, Amara's reaper is Pluto, and Warlock's is his father. Dani flies off on Brightwing, terrified and hoping that she can draw the omens off. Meanwhile, Berto is in the city. When he sees a young girl trapped under a piece of construction equipment, he jumps into action and lifts it up. But before the emergency workers can get her free, he loses his grip. Luckily, She-Hulk arrives just in time and lifts it with ease. Berto feels like a failure yet again, although one of the old construction workers tells him that without him the girl would be dead. He leaves and decides to go find his mother. Back at the mansion, Sam finds and convinces Dani to come back. She doesn't tell him about her visions, but when the Beyonder appears on the lawn she knows what it means. The Beyonder tells them that since they refused to merge with him in harmony last issue, he's going to kill them. He starts with Illyana, who begs him to only punish her and spare her friends. But after disintegrating her, he moves on to her friends in one of the lost horrifying sequences I've read yet. He first destroys Xuân's mind, then turns off Amara's power and drops her and Sam in a pit which he closes, crushing them to death. He beats Warlock near to death, and when Doug tries to give him part of his lifeforce to save him, he incinerates them both. Rahne falls to the ground praying to God, but the Beyonder disintegrates her too. As all this happens, he mocks them by feigning pain at their attacks only to rise back up like the monster in a horror movie. Dani refuses to fight back, knowing they never had a chance. She gets on Brightwind and flies into the air so she can see the sun one last time before the Beyonder turns her to dust. As the final nail in the coffin, he wipes all memory of the New Mutants from the minds of the world. This is just the test run for his plan; he's going to wipe away the multiverse to get rid of chaos and restore order to his solitary existence. This is by far my favorite tie-in I've read. Claremont uses the Beyonder as a plot device to tell a chilling horror story. I can only imagine how shocking it must have been on release day. Although I have enjoyed some of the tie-in issues, this is the first one that has me really excited to see what happens next, even though I already know.

Issue 203 opens with a flashback to the night Anna absorbed Carol, a scene that we haven't actually ever seen. We finally get a more direct insight into Anna's thought process that night; she was just there to steal power to break out the Brotherhood, but Carol resisted in a way she'd never encountered before, and the transfer of both power and mind was permanent. Anna was unsure of what happened but could feel her mind splintering, and she desperately threw Carol off the bridge, hoping to somehow undo what she'd done. We know the rest of the story. As Anna flies by the Golden Gate Bridge for the first time since that night, she reflects on how after that night the person she was before was gone forever. She's a hero now, but she doesn't think she'll ever balance those scales. As she ends her monologue and flies off, we get a little expo dump; it's been a few days since last issue, and the X-Men, minus Kurt, who wasn't teleported over by the Beyonder, have been repairing the damage from their Sentinel fight. They've been living with Jessica Drew, the former Spider-Woman and a friend. Anna finds Kitty wearing Illyana's armor and wielding the soulsword. Kitty is the only person in the universe who remembers the New Mutants, and she tells Anna that when the Beyonder decides it's their turn they have no chance of survival. Rachel joins the pair and tells them she has a plan. She still has the piece of Beyonder power that he gave her, and between that and the Phoenix, she believes she can destroy and restart the universe to wipe out the Beyonder. But like Jean in the M'kraan Crystal, she can only do it if her friends offer their lifeforces as tethers. Kitty, with nothing to live for, agrees, and both Anna and the Carol in her subconscious offer themselves, as does Jessica when she walks outside and overhears. Rachel takes things a step further into villainy by taking the lifeforces of the sleeping Peter, Logan, and Max, but Ororo wakes up and realizes what's going on. She begs Rachel to stop, but she just forcibly absorbs Ororo and flies off. She teleports across the universe to absorb Xavier and the Starjammers before bringing everyone into the M'kraan Crystal. Years ago, Jean used the Phoenix to repair the cracks in the Crystal's heart, but Rachel plans to destroy it and unleash the super black hole that will destroy all of existence. She reaches into the Crystal to destroy it, but in the process, comes into conflict with the totality of existence and life just as Jean did. And when she does, she can't bring herself to destroy it. She reverses everything she's done, bringing herself and her teammates back to San Francisco. Her teammates tell her that she faced the same challenge her mother did and succeeded, just as Jean did in the end. The Beyonder appears and reveals that his plan all along was for Rachel to destroy the Crystal so he could be restored to his simple, happy existence before he new about life. He decides to take the Phoenix and do it himself, but Rachel floods his mind with the experience she had of touching every life in existence at the same time. For the first time, the Beyonder fully understands what it means to be alive, and he thanks the X-Men and vanishes, leaving us on a cliffhanger heading into the big finale. I'll keep this brief, because there's not much groundbreaking new stuff here, just the natural culmination of some arcs and themes that have been building for a while and that I've already discussed at length. A major theme in recent stories has been that the only way to avoid corruption is to get off your pedestal. But in this story, Rachel was able to bring the entire universe up onto her pedestal for a moment. Thematically, it was a strong issue, but the pacing was pretty rushed. I'm okay with that, though, because the reason for the rush is the presence of several gorgeous splash pages. My big complaint is that the X-Men didn't get a chance to interact with Xavier at all when they were all in the Crystal. Maybe Claremont wanted to keep his departure final, but in that case why did he include him in the story at all. This is the problem with tie-ins in monthly books; they're forced to serve two masters, the event and the monthly book, and there's just not enough panel space to do either one justice. Like at the end; when the X-Men are discussing what it means to sacrifice innocents for a greater good, Max brings up baby Hitler, but before he can really get into the conversation the Beyonder shows up and now we have to set up his arc for his series. It's a terrible system. But there's nothing to do except plow ahead through the finale.

The Beyonder decides to turn himself human, and for some reason he builds a huge machine to do it. To test it, he throws the essence of the New Mutants in, and they come out the other side resurrected but with blank slates for minds. All the other superheroes go to attack him, and he sends his New Mutants zombies up to slow them down while he turns human, then reverses the machine, then does it like four more times. There's about forty pages of fighting and the Beyonder having second thoughts until finally Molecule Man destroys his machine while he's in the middle of one of his transformations, finally ending this series.

I don't really have much else to say about this series that I haven't already. It was not good. It could have been a great graphic novel. But instead it was a nine issue mini that derailed every book in Marvel's line. I do like how it fits into Rachel's arc and the resurrection of the New Mutants. But those triumphs exist in spite of the event, not because of it, and the execution of the Rachel stuff suffers. I'm glad I read it, of course, but I'm very glad to be done and looking forward to much better things coming up.

#wes reads xmen

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whatsupbomb · 3 years ago

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🕵️NATAL CHART OF JOHNNY DEPP🕵️

Don't yell at me, please, I tried🥺

Mars on the 2nd house cusp: he likes to hurt his own body when nobody sees him. That's because it was hard for him to become an independent person and lose connections with his mother. I've heard that she was abusive to him and didn't like him. She teached him to fight for his life (Mars energy). He might abuse himself to learn how to do it

Pluto in Conjunction to asteroid "Groom": he likes to lose himself with his partners by taking drugs or alcohol and having crazy sexual intercourses to get rid of his stress. Might get violent with his partner cause he feels constant pressure because of his popularity. Pluto gives you great wealth and popularity

Asteroid "Groom" in Conjuction to Ceres: it's important for him to be seen as a caring husband who won't ever hurt his wife. His ex partners might defend him cause some of them have a saviour complex towards him like Vanessa Paradis

Ceres in Conjuction to Juno: he's devoted to people who care for him like a mother who cares for her child, but will cut off those who try to put him in his place

Rx Neptune in Conjuction to Black Moon Lilith: at his core he's a delusional person who can't take the truth cause it will destroy his Idealistic view on the world. He often chooses wrong people to be with cause he's idolizing them just for their beauty. In mythology Lilith is a seductress who dumped biblical Adam. He thought that Amber will stay with him forever. In this relationship he's like a heartbroken Adam. He might take heavy drugs when he thinks that people try to destroy his plans on the future. He's a very romantic person aiming to find a perfect woman who'll stay with him forever. Might even try to drug her and put her under hypnosis or some spell using the help of a witch, so she won't leave him

Moon on the 6th house cusp: in marriage or cohabitation he's an unstable person with many fears and secrets. He's accusing his partners of lying to him or not being their true selves with him. He's not made for a marriage because he makes his partners constantly worry about him since Moon is a concerned mother epitome

Proserpina on Midheaven: he's best friends with the elites of the Hollywood who like him very much since he makes Hollywood seem like a perfect place for imagination with his roles. They'll always defend him and cover up his crimes if he's accused of doing something bad to the people. For example, pay journalists to lie about his crimes. His lawyers represent the 10th house since they're higher in rank than him because they have the rights to defend or accuse him in court

Mercury in Conjunction to Venus: he's aiming to create chaos in the lives of his women. They become miserable after dating him. They feel dirty and uncouth when they're with him. Mercury is represented by a parrot in my observation. Parrots like to clean their feathers and bathe in the water. Some of his women like Amber have to thoroughly wash off the dirt Johnny caused in their lives. Before meeting him they have an innocent nature and are liked by many people for their pure heart

Venus in Square to Rx Saturn: Square's symbol is a square (closed space like a room). Venus is about women. When women are all alone with Johnny, they feel threatened by his inadequate behaviour and immediately want to defend themselves. They feel the need to protect their personal space in front of him. Saturn's animal is a female cat who becomes violent when threatened. In this case Amber represents Saturn, female cat who won't stand somebody who tries to dominate her and tell her what to do. Johnny might've forbidden her from being free and doing what she really likes. He might've tried to instill fears that she'll be hurt, if she won't obey him. In bed (square=closed room) he might've accidentally hurt her trying to act like a strict daddy 😑 Especially with Rx Saturn when one becomes obsessed with an idea of suppressing people, degrading them and making them slaves🧐

Asteroid "Shramm" (from the Russian "scar") on the 11th house cusp: 11th house represents cult followers or simply "crazy fans". His "crazy fans" want everyone to know that he was abused by Amber making endless posts with proves of the abuse done to him. Sometimes they'll say or post random thing about Amber not even related to the case just to prove that she was abusive to him. For example, video when she was just drinking saying funny stuff or an article when she's talking about abuse not mentioning anyone's names. 11th house also represents us as kids in my observation. In his childhood he might've been beaten by his parents with no reason and now his fans help him to feel worthy. They see themselves as caring parents he never had. Their support helps him to work through his childhood trauma and realise who really cares about him. Probably he didn't see Amber as a caring partner just cause she reminded him of his abusive mother

North Node in Conjunction to asteroid "Dejanira": North Node is how people remember you or the trace you leave in their hearts. This element is strong in natal charts of talented actors cause it represents acting skills and ability to play the role of someone else in my observation. Dejanira is an epitome of a victim. So, it's easy for Johnny to play the role of the victim. He knew that fans see him as an abused child and would help him win the case, so he decided to sue Amber for her article about abuse where she haven't mentioned anyone's names or even dropped a hint🤔

I don't know details of this case, sorry if I was wrong in my thoughts. You can share what you think about his chart in the replies, but don't argue about how other people see this case, please

Bye for now

Reading made by @whatsupbomb

#celebrity astrology #celebrity natal chart #johnny depp natal chart #johnny depp astrology #natal chart #natal chart reading #astrology #astro notes

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themurphyzone · 2 years ago

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Pinky Unleashed Ch 1

Summary: Due to a tip-off from Snowball, the mice investigate a powerful energy source that can power Braintopia, a gigantic dream city that will span the entire American continent. But they find themselves in over their heads when the repercussions turn out to be...world shattering. Neither of them knew just how far Snowball was willing to go to achieve world domination until it was too late.

Now an ancient planet-destroying entity residing within Earth has been unleashed, and one of its energy fragments has forcefully tethered itself to Pinky. Now Pinky must hold onto himself at night, when the dark energy painfully transforms him into a monster.

And Brain, horrified at Snowball's actions, vows to reunite the world for Pinky's sake, no matter how impossible it seems.

There are many obstacles to overcome in their quest to unite the world. But with Pinky's companionship to comfort Brain, Brain's willingness to stay by Pinky's side no matter what, and a little help from a strange amnesiac fairy, they won't give up the fight just yet.

AN: So this story is going to be an unusual one. I got the inspiration from watching the opening cutscene of Sonic Unleashed.

This story will use the real continents and not the ones in the game of Sonic Unleashed, and I’ll only be using three NPC characters that are exclusive to that particular game.

AO3 Link

Sonic Unleashed Opening Cutscene

New World Symphony Song Link

Ch 1: Prologue: New World Symphony Part 1

"And there's a narfty chance of sunshine, sunshine, and more positively beautiful sunshine, with highs of poit and lows of-ack, Brain!"

A sharp, tingly feeling traveled through Pinky as a hand yanked on his snout. He dropped the toothpick he was using as a makeshift microphone, a pair of pretty rose-pink eyes glaring at him.

"Cease with the meteorologist act, Pinky," Brain said, releasing Pinky's muzzle with a sharp tug. "I don't wish to be reminded of tonight's failure."

"Oh, but manipulating the sky to make it look like Mars was in the twelfth house was so fun, Brain! Especially when you set off that gorgeous firework display!" Pinky exclaimed.

It had been such a fun fun silly-willy plan! Well, they were always fun, but last night had been even sillier-willier than usual.

Shame the thunderstorm blocked out the pretty sight before Dwayne Johnson could see it though.

Brain rubbed his head, his singed fur still carrying a faint whiff of smoke from being electrocuted after a sudden bolt of lightning. He plopped himself in front of the television with a sigh and audible crack in his spine. “We were moving Pluto to the twelfth house, not Mars,” he corrected as he hit the on button for the television remote. “Get your planets right, Pinky.”

“But Brain, Pluto isn’t a-”

Brain glared at him, and Pinky quickly zipped his mouth as best as he could without a zipper.

“Those NASA hacks wouldn’t know a planet if one crashed into their building,” Brain muttered. The fur on his head stood up in wispy tufts, but when Pinky tried to reach over and smooth it down, Brain batted his hand away. It wasn’t unusual for Brain to push him away, sometimes literally, but Pinky still wished Brain would at least allow himself to have the tiniest bit of intimacy. “Now quiet, Pinky. I’m going to watch a relaxing program to take my mind off tonight’s failure before I go to bed, and you will not interrupt. Understand?”

Pinky nodded.

Unfortunately, one of the scientists had left the channel on Faux News, which wasn’t helpful in getting Brain to relax at all.

“-and after we come back from commercial, join me and this dead opossum I found on the side of the road for a discussion on why climate change isn’t real!”

Brain slammed his fist on the mute button. “I said relaxing, not mind-numbing,” he growled as he pulled up the guide and scrolled through the channels for something else to watch.

“Troz! He’s seen better days.” Pinky rocked back and forth, holding his feet so he could feel just like a wobbly toy.

“Agreed. The roadkill is much more photogenic,” Brain replied, and after several minutes of scrolling, he selected a nature documentary from the National Geographic channel. Tuck Buckerson was immediately replaced by a penguin waddling on the ice.

Pinky rolled onto his stomach, legs kicking lazily behind him. He just adored penguins and their adorable waddle. And his heart melted at the sight of a fluffy penguin chick standing on its parent’s feet, flapping its wings as it squawked for food.

“Aren’t they the cutest little things?” Pinky cooed. Brain scoffed, but his nose twitched, like he found them cute too but refused to say so. “Brain, can we go to the Arctic sometime? I wanna know if penguin chicks are really as fluffy as they look.”

“The Antarctic, Pinky. Penguins don’t live that far north,” Brain replied. “And there are many complications when visiting that particular continent. Weather, supplies, and the fact that neither of us are built to handle subzero temperatures. While I’ve considered a plan that would involve harvesting the local krill in that area, it ultimately proved unviable and I was forced to scrap it.”

If Brain said they couldn’t go, then he wasn’t going to budge on the issue.

But it would be really nice to see a penguin….

“However, I do have a roughdraft of a plan that will take us to the Monterey Bay Aquarium. They have a penguin exhibit there,” Brain continued. “I suppose I could account for a…slight detour.”

A detour?

“You mean…an aquarium date?” Pinky gasped, clapping his hands to his mouth in surprise.

With all the fishes swirling around and around in their huge tanks and waddling, honking penguins?

“It’s not a date. Merely business with a little leisure time thrown in,” Brain corrected.

So it was definitely a date then!

Pinky scooped Brain up and twirled him through the air. Brain squirmed in his arms, but Pinky didn’t let go. “Oh, this is gonna be the best date ever, Brain! Even better than that fancy restaurant we got kicked out of! Do you think they have good mac and cheese in Monterey?”

“You can have your mac and cheese with lobster if you choose, but you have to release me first!” Brain shouted, placing both hands on Pinky’s snout and his legs on Pinky’s chest in an effort to get away. Pinky just laughed as Brain’s feet dug into his ribs. What could he say, he was ticklish!

Then a voice sounded nothing like David Attenborough, David Tennant, or any other David came from the TV.

“-afraid Bill couldn’t make it today. He’s dealing with some, ah, personal matters with Melinda. Naturally, he asked me to represent Microsponge in his absence for today’s press conference. Of course, I obliged.”

The mice froze and stared at the TV.

An amber-furred hamster stood on a high podium, surrounded by an entire security team, countless cameras, and microphones. His hands were clasped behind his back, and he wore a black suit with a red tie for the occasion.

Snowball.

“Pinky, you stepped on the remote!” Brain snapped, breaking out of Pinky’s hug and hurrying over to the remote. But Pinky didn’t recall stepping on it. The remote hadn’t done anything to him, except run out of batteries every once in a while. Brain smacked the back button so the TV would return to National Geographic, and although the channel number in the corner changed, Snowball and the press conference remained onscreen.

Confused, Brain flicked through every channel and turned the TV on and off several times, but nothing changed. Snowball’s smug, self-assured grin was on every network.

“Brain, what’s going on? Where are the penguins?” Pinky asked. The penguin parents were about to reunite after not seeing each other in months! He wanted to see the chick meet her father for the first time!

“He must’ve hacked into the airwaves,” Brain growled, his fur bristling as he glared at Snowball on the big screen. “Whatever he’s planning, he wants everybody in the entire world to see it.”

Brain’s fists clenched against his sides, his entire body tense. He got either really angry or really sad whenever Snowball was involved, so Pinky rested his tail over Brain’s to keep him calm in case he wanted to concentrate on whatever Snowball had to say.

Slowly, Brain relaxed. A hand patted Pinky’s back, and Pinky accepted it as a silent thanks.

“Mr. Snowball, rumor has it that Microsponge has partnered with the US military to produce a satellite-based defense system for the entire world. Is this true?” a CNN reporter asked.

“Not quite, Dan,” Snowball replied. “But I understand that my plan is rather complex for the vast majority of minds, so I hope this press conference will clarify things. You see, the satellite defenses work in conjunction with a new line of bioengineered robots, which I have aptly named Microbots. The US military was merely funding the project. Everything else is the product of my brilliant mind.”

“And what can your Microbots do, exactly?” a female reporter called.

Snowball smiled, but it wasn’t a genuine smile. Pinky had fallen for it once, when Snowball had convinced him that Brain didn’t care for him at all.

“The Microbots will serve as the primary defense system for a grand city, one far larger in area than Tokyo, Shanghai, and New York combined. A city that will serve as Microsponge’s new headquarters, house all people and cultures in a diverse melting pot, and become the world’s foremost technological center and leading energy producer. Where no crime will be tolerated and everyone can have bread on the table,” Snowball continued.

The reporters murmured among themselves.

“That’s impossible!” Brain spat. “How will you hope to sustain a city that large?”

The reporter named Dan stood up, microphone in hand. “Where will you find the energy for such a city?” he asked.

Snowball paused to consider his words. It was several minutes before he spoke again. “There is an energy source out there, which will not run out like fossil fuels. It will be more cost effective than solar, nor is it radioactive.”

Everyone waited with bated breath, but Snowball did not elaborate further.

“If you aren’t using fossil fuels or renewable energy sources-”

But Snowball interrupted her. “It’s still a work in progress. I can’t risk any of my…competitors finding out more information or stealing my resources.”

“Competitors like Pineapple?” somebody asked, and she quickly covered the pineapple logo on the back of her phone.

But Snowball made a face at that, and though he said ‘yes’ to her question, it was clear that Pineapple was not who he had in mind.

Brain inched closer to the screen, and Pinky pulled him back before he could hurt his eyes.

“How much progress has Microsponge made in this project so far?”

“Progress has been swift, courtesy of the energy cannon I’ve recently launched into orbit,” Snowball replied. “And I believe the fruits of my labor will pay off in the near future.”

Though reporters shouted more questions and their crew waved cameras in Snowball’s face, the interview nowhere near over, Brain shut off the TV. He faced his reflection in the black screen for just a moment, his ears pinning back as he stared at the spot where Snowball had once been. Then he crept off to bed without another word.

“Brain?” Pinky called.

But the smaller mouse only faced the cage bars, and only his head poked out from the blanket.

“I know you’re still awake,” Pinky said quietly as he slipped into bed next to him. He reached over and poked Brain on the back.

Brain slapped Pinky’s hand away with pinpoint accuracy, even though he wasn’t looking.

So Pinky poked him again, and again, and again. He didn’t care how many times he had to do this. He knew from experience that if Brain went to bed all huffy, he’d be cranky in the morning.

Well, Brain was always cranky. But even crankier and grumpier and stompier than normal.

“Cease, Pinky!” Brain yelled. He furiously sat up and threw his pillow into Pinky’s face. “Sleep in the straw if you’re going to be this aggravating!”

“You go sleep in the straw if you’re going to be a little crankypants!” Pinky argued, his tail lashing underneath the covers as he sat up alongside Brain, tossing the pillow back onto his side. “I just want to know what’s wrong!”

Brain drew his knees up to his chest, ears pinned back in frustration. “Nothing’s wrong!”

But Pinky knew Brain had been just fine before Snowball cut into their regularly scheduled penguin programming.

“It’s Snowball, isn’t it?” Pinky asked.

Brain remained silent, burying his head into his knees and refusing to look up. Pinky hadn’t even known Brain had a childhood friend for a long time, and Brain had only explained their history when the hamster had unexpectedly stolen Brain’s chain letter plan and showed up to the lab to drive a wedge between them. That was back when Snowball had first taken over Microsponge, and he’d been running the megacorporation ever since. Nobody except for him and Brain were aware that the official CEO, Bill Grates, was being puppeted by a hamster.

It wasn’t like anyone would believe them if they tried, so they just moved on and let Snowball live his own life. Occasionally, Snowball would show up again, try to toy with them or kill them, sometimes both, but he’d always fail.

“...he has press conferences, Pinky,” Brain said quietly. “Money. Luxury cars. A team of lawyers and secretaries at his beck and call, no trouble getting away with tax evasion…”

“You don’t pay taxes either,” Pinky replied, nudging him.

Brain sighed. “It’s still a hassle to forward all those letters and calls to ACME’s legal department. But I digress. Snowball keeps inserting himself where he doesn’t belong, and it’s tiresome.”

So that was the problem then. Brain was jealous of Snowball’s success, and how Snowball kept returning to rub that success in Brain’s face.

Pinky wrapped an arm around Brain’s shoulders, and Brain didn’t fight him off this time. He only rested his cheek against Pinky’s chest.

“You remember when Snowball gave me a theme park and I left you?” Pinky asked, though Brain’s grip around Pinky’s wrist tightened in warning, like he’d rather forget. But Pinky didn’t want to stop talking, not until he got this off his chest. “Which is kinda creepy that he had all that ready, now that I think about it, but anyway, it wasn’t the same. The rides were fun, yeah, but I didn’t have anyone to share them with. There was a Tunnel of Love, and Tunnels of Love aren’t meant to be ridden alone! And if I tried talking to Snowball, he wouldn’t tell me anything! At least you’d let me talk before bopping me on the head, and you actually explained your plans in a way that I could understand, and you’d act like you’re in a cool mecha anime fight to save me and the entire world!”

Brain’s face turned red, and he ducked his head to try and hide it.

“Anyway, what I’m trying to say is that even if you’re a poor lab mouse, I still wanna hang around you more than a life of luxembourg with Snowball,” Pinky said, smiling in reassurance as Brain finally turned to look at him with those pretty rose-pink eyes.

Brain squeezed Pinky’s hand. “You mean luxury, Pinky. Luxembourg is a country. And…even if I can’t give you a theme park…yet…I, well, I need you here.”

Pinky’s heart fluttered. “You mean that, Brain?”

“Need you to block the draft from the AC so it won’t reach my side of the bed. So don’t move to the straw tonight, capiche?” Brain said, and he laid down, facing Pinky this time.

“Ca-peachy,” Pinky giggled as he laid down, curling around Brain to protect him from the AC. Pinky didn’t mind the breeze as much, but Brain’s ears were more sensitive. Pinky relaxed against Brain’s warm fur. It was like hugging a grumpy life-sized plushie. “And besides, I bet you could build an even bigger and better city than Snowball ever could.”

Pinky let out an ‘oomph’ as Brain’s knee suddenly came down on his chest as he pushed himself up. But he let it slide, because Brain’s excited grin was completely worth it.

“Brilliant, Pinky!” he exclaimed. “We’ll build an enormous city to span the entire American continent, from the tundras of Northern Canada to the pampas of Argentina! With enormous skyscrapers, parks to preserve the greenery, an effective public transportation system, affordable universities, and more! And we shall call it…Braintopia!”

“Egad, that’s a wonderful name!” Pinky clapped his hands in appreciation. “Braintopia’s gonna be the place everyone in the world wants to live in for sure! But can I have a teeny weensy block for myself, Brain? Please?”

“It was your idea, Pinky,” Brain admitted. “For that, you can have…the Pink Light District that you can prepare as you see fit.”

Pinky hummed in satisfaction. He was gonna need a ton of pretty pink lights to line the streets!

But then he remembered what Brain said earlier, about Snowball’s own city needing a ton of energy to keep running.

“Wait, no, no…also, your knee is digging into my spleen,” Pinky said, and he exhaled in relief once Brain moved his knee. Brain frowned at him. “You said it would be impossible for Snowball to find enough energy for his city, and ours is going to be even bigger than his! And besides, I played enough Sam’s City to know that a working city costs a whole lotta money and resources!”

Brain’s excitement waned, and he put a hand on his chin in thought. “You better not be handing the EA our entire domination budget.”

Pinky shook his head. “Oh, I’m not. I’m using the money from my How To series to pay for it.”

Just a small amount though. He was happy to use the majority to help Brain with world domination. Every little bit helped.

“Well, Snowball did mention an energy source in his broadcast. Everything else he needs is of little consequence to him,” Brain mused, pacing back and forth across the bed, which bounced with every step. “But he’s deliberately withholding the type. If it’s not fossil fuels, nuclear, or green energy, then how…of course!”

He pounded his fist emphatically.

“If we investigate the energy cannon he launched into orbit, we can find out what he intends to use and harness that power ourselves!”

“Yes!” Pinky exclaimed, and his leg accidentally thumped Brain’s side, knocking him off the bed. He smacked the underside of his chin against the floor. Brain groaned, rubbing his head as he sat up. Pinky peered over the side of the bed, so that Brain’s face was upside down and their noses were touching. “Sorry, Brain. Poit.”

They stared into each other’s eyes for several seconds.

“NYAH!” Brain screamed, and his forehead collided with Pinky’s as he tried to get away.

Pinky dizzily swayed and fell right off the bed, landing next to Brain. The stars were so pretty and swirly tonight…

o-o-o-o-o

The scientists weren’t around for the weekend, which gave Brain enough time to plan their route and build a plane to get them up to the energy cannon. And since Brain didn’t like being disturbed while working, it gave Pinky plenty of time to play Sam’s City while he waited.

While he’d opened the game intending to create his own virtual Pink Light District so he could have practice for the real district in Braintopia, he’d gotten a little sidetracked with pushing Samuel and Samantha into a relationship.

“Narf! Stop trying to go back to your ex, Samuel! She’s not good for you!” Pinky shouted as Samuel ignored Samantha in favor of Sami yet again. And Samantha was wearing her best red dress too!

Now Samantha was thinking of giving up on Samuel entirely!

“No!” Pinky screamed, and he quickly exited out of the game to erase his progress. He wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, glad that he’d saved Samuel from getting back together with Sami. She cheated on him twice! How could he possibly get back together with her when Samantha was giving him all those hints?

Pinky fell onto his back, feet up in the air as he let out a frustrated huff. He’d learned how to make that noise from Brain, after all.

Alright, twentieth’s time the charm. But before he could sit up and try again, a shadow fell over him.

“Having fun?” Brain asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Samuel still won’t notice her!” Pinky complained. “I don’t get it, Brain! What am I doing wrong?”

Brain brought a hand to his forehead and looked up at the ceiling before his eyes flicked down to Pinky. “You’re too invested in fictional relationships at the cost of your health and questionable sanity?”

“I’m not too invested. I’ll have you know that I only spent six entire months trying to get my Sams together using every Youtuber guide and wiki on the Internet!” Pinky crossed his arms defiantly, only lowering them when he realized that maybe Brain would consider that ‘too invested’. “Okay, maybe just a tiny amount of invested…” he admitted sheepishly.

“My point stands. Now come, I’ve finished our preparations so that we can get up to the energy cannon.” Brain grabbed Pinky’s wrist and dragged him out of the room while Pinky laid on his back. Pinky giggled, enjoying the ride while it lasted. It was so fun fun silly-willy to mop the floor with his back!

Brain released Pinky’s wrist halfway down the hall, snapping at him to keep up and not dilly-dally, which was just as fun as silly-willy to say. He just adored rhyming words!

They didn’t have to hide in the shadows or pause to listen for footsteps this time. Once Brain ruled the world, they wouldn’t ever have to worry about being caught again. It was going to be so nice.

The back doors of ACME Labs were propped open, revealing a purplish-orange sky dotted with the first stars of the night. The sunset was absolutely breathtaking, and Pinky leaned over Brain’s head, admiring all the pretty colors.

“Twilight is such a beautiful time of day,” Pinky hummed. “Don’t you think so, Brain?”

But Brain moved towards a large, lumpy tarp sitting just outside the doors, and Pinky almost lost his balance.

“It’s just the sunset, Pinky,” Brain said, waving his hand dismissively. “It happens everyday. There’s nothing special about it.”

Well, Brain may not have thought so, but the colors were always shifting, no two twilights ever looking the same. Sometimes Pinky wished Brain would stop and look, because he was missing out on so many wonderful sights.

Still, Pinky pushed that thought aside. Brain’s plan mattered more.

“It’s time you experienced a real sight, Pinky. Behold my latest creation!” Brain announced, yanking off the tarp to expose the lump underneath. Except it wasn’t a lump at all, it was a plane!

The nose of the plane was long and cone-shaped, and the body was sleek with two sharp, long wings extending out on both sides. There were small windows along the side, and a tinted dome covered the cockpit. The metallic panels were a mixture of white and gray, and a coat of red paint streaked the wings, back, and tail.

“Narrrrf!” Pinky exclaimed, walking underneath the plane to admire its belly. “The red is a very nice touch, Brain!”

“Thank you, Pinky,” Brain said proudly. He stood up a little straighter and puffed out his chest. “There was plenty of paint leftover from the kitchen remodeling last month. Now if you’ll direct your eyes to the left-”

Brain launched into a technical explanation of every cool science-y feature he’d added to the plane, which Pinky tried to follow, but either Brain was saying ‘the aerodynamic shape will maximize our speed’ or ‘the pterodactyl ape named Max needs to be fed’.

It could be either one, really.

Wait, did Brain ever name his creation? They couldn’t just call it ‘The Plane’! That was too…well, just too plain!

“We can’t just let your plane go unnamed! Otherwise she’d just be a plain plane, Brain!” Pinky cried, grabbing Brain by the shoulders and shaking him.

Brain’s eyes swirled dizzily before he shook his head and came back to his senses. He broke Pinky’s hold, stumbling a little before regaining his balance.

“Now where did I put that book of baby names…” Pinky murmured, trying to recall if he’d left it under the sink or the closet of his Barbie dollhouse.

“No, Pinky,” Brain said, squinting up at the plane. “What we need is a name befitting of this vehicle’s swiftness and agility. In other words, something fast.”

It didn’t take long before Pinky came up with something.

“Speedy Gonzalez?” he suggested.

“Too controversial.”

“Millenium Falcon?”

“Good try, if only it wasn’t owned by Disney now.”

Pinky shrugged. “I don’t have anything else, Brain.”

So Brain walked around the plane, looking over every feature to see if there was anything striking he could use.

“Something fast, but intimidating too,” Brain said to himself. Then his eyes widened in realization. “Yes! We shall call it…the Hurricane! The combination of swift-moving wind and water is terrifying for anyone caught in its path. It’s perfect!”

Pinky bounced on his toes in anticipation as Brain hit a button on a small remote, and a hatch opened on the underside of the Hurricane. Then a ramp slid down, landing at their feet.

Oh, he couldn’t wait anymore! Pinky hurried up the ramp to get a good look at the interior, while Brain plodded along behind him. It was roomy with enough space for a human to stand in, but there wasn’t much going for it. The walls only had two mouse-sized orange spacesuits hanging on the hooks besides the windows, along with several chairs lying haphazardly along the floor. There was a small refrigerator in the corner, and when Pinky opened it, he found it was stocked with several varieties of cheese, two fruit trays, boxes of apple juice, and tiny water bottles from the lab kitchen. A pack of bagels sat atop the refrigerator, which was firmly bolted to the floor, though there was no toaster.

"The exterior is lovely, Brain. The red really adds a lot of character. But if you were trying to go for a minimalist design for the inside, I think you went a bit overboard," Pinky said. "Also, there is zero feng shui."

"The Hurricane's purpose is to transport us to the energy cannon. You are not to use it for one of your ridiculous interior design shows," Brain replied.

He stopped by the refrigerator, popped a few cheese cubes into his mouth, then gestured for Pinky to follow him into the cockpit. Pinky quickly grabbed a bagel and juice box, hurrying after Brain.

The cockpit had much more going for it than the back did. There were countless gauges, dials, levers, and buttons, all waiting to be pushed and pulled and spinned! There were two cushioned seats, just large enough for a mouse to be comfortable.

The glass offered a panoramic view of the twilight sky, and Pinky excitedly bounced on his seat, ready for takeoff.

Brain took his own seat in the pilot’s chair, unfurling a blueprint of a large satellite-like object. Except it didn’t have those panel thingies of a regular satellite. The most striking feature was an extremely long cannon that extended far beyond the main body.

“The schematics of the energy cannon were easily accessible through the Internet. Microsponge’s security was no trouble for me to bypass,” Brain said. He pointed to a part on the back of the main body. “We shall enter through this compartment here. After I enable the cloaking device on the plane, we will exit and make our way to the topmost level, which hosts the controls of the energy cannon in addition to a computer that controls the mainframe. I’ll download all the relevant information about the energy cannon into a flash drive, and then we’ll take our leave so I can analyze the data in the relative safety of the lab. And once I find that energy source, Braintopia is certain to become reality!”

“And the Pink Light District too?” Pinky asked. A street filled with romantic pink lights and cherry blossom trees and restaurants that served mac and cheese…he couldn’t wait for it to come true!

“And the Pink Light District too,” Brain confirmed as he stored the blueprints under his seat, to Pinky’s delight. “Now, the energy cannon is hovering just above Earth’s exosphere layer, so we won’t have to travel too far into space. Are you ready, Pinky?”

Pinky saluted. “Aye-aye, Captain Brain!”

“I will never tire of hearing that,” Brain smirked.

With that, he turned the keys in the ignition. The engine thrummed, rumbling the entire plane. Pinky sank back into his seat. He’d always wanted his own massage chair, but it was so hard to find one in his size.

Brain yanked on the throttle, and a deafening boom filled Pinky’s ears. He only had enough time to grip the x-shaped seat belt that crossed his chest before he was thrown far back into the cushion. His stomach flip-flopped, and all those squishy organs inside him scrambled themselves like an omelet as the world outside the plane became one enormous blur.

Someone was screaming, but Pinky didn’t know if that was him, Brain, or both of them.

Pinky usually had a strong stomach, but even he started to regret that bagel now.

The sensations lasted seconds, minutes, maybe an hour or two, only lasting until Pinky was thrown forward in his chair, and the seat belt was the only thing that prevented him from slamming against the window.

And finally, the plane leveled out. The long nose was still pointing up to the darkening sky, but they were moving at a slower pace now.

With the rollercoaster ride over, Pinky figured it was safe to unbuckle himself and check on Brain. There was only a few inches’ distance between their seats, so Pinky kept hold of what he could as he climbed over the control panel to Brain’s chair, careful not to touch the colorful buttons though he really wanted to press them more than anything.

There was plenty of room on the main pilot’s seat for both of them, though Pinky had to lean on Brain a little so he didn’t fall off the arm. Brain barely noticed, his face slightly green and his eyes unfocused. He was clutching a small plastic bag with a death grip in one hand, trying not to vomit up the cheese cubes he’d eaten just before takeoff. His other hand was white-knuckled against the throttle.

Pinky gently rubbed Brain’s back, and the green slowly disappeared from the smaller mouse’s face. His grip on the throttle and bag slackened, the tension leaking out of his body.

“...thanks,” Brain said, his voice still shaky.

The ground was far beneath them now, hidden under a thick cloud layer. Here, the sky was a mix of black and navy, the stars twinkling far away.

“I wonder what it’d be like to touch a shooting star…” Pinky murmured. Would touching one help his wishes come true? He hoped so.

“Pinky, shooting stars are just meteorites hurtling through Earth’s atmosphere at terminal velocity,” Brain said, nudging Pinky away from him. “You might be resilient, but you would still be burned to a crisp if you tried to touch one. Now return to your seat and let me concentrate. We still need to cross two more layers before we reach the energy cannon.”

But Pinky just perched on the armrest, not really wanting to go back to his own seat just yet. Brain didn’t protest the compromise too much. Pinky knew that as long as he didn’t jostle the seat too much, Brain would let him stay where he was. The tip of Pinky’s long tail rested close to Brain, occasionally brushing against his fur when he moved the steering wheel.

Pinky hummed all the songs he knew to pass the time, and a low hum occasionally joined in. He was pretty sure it wasn’t the engine harmonizing with him.

He’d just gotten through Yakko’s World, with added commentary from Brain about all its inaccuracies, when the radar on the dashboard started to beep.

Several red dots appeared on the blinking radar, followed by a much larger red one.

“How much longer ‘til we-"

A sudden gasp from Brain cut him off.

"BRACE YOURSELF, PINKY!"

That was all the warning Pinky had before he was flung right off the armrest and into the wall next to the door of the cockpit, the entire plane tilting up at an extremely steep angle. Brain yanked the steering wheel to the left, and Pinky was thrown against another wall.

After a few seconds of being stuck against a metal pane, the plane stabilized and Pinky was able to crawl back to his own seat and buckle himself in.

"Sorry," Brain said, not taking his eyes off the window. "The radar didn't pick up on our proximity to the energy cannon. I had to maneuver quickly or we would've smashed into the barrel."

He pointed at a massive cylindrical shape outside, and Pinky did a double take when he realized just how enormous the barrel of the energy cannon was. It must've been the size of a a gazillion football fields! The main body was on the distant end, and though it wasn't as ginormous, it loomed ominously over them.

"Narrrrf," Pinky said in awe.

"Narf indeed," Brain whispered. And the energy cannon must've been really impressive if Brain said narf.

Halfway up the barrel, the radar beeped rapidly as a dozen fast-moving red dots rocketed towards the plane-shaped sprite. And when Pinky looked through the window, there were a dozen metallic spheres hurtling towards them. They were dull gray and tiny with metallic bits sticking out all over the place. Three of them smacked against the windshield, though the glass thankfully held. Annoyed, Brain flicked a lever on the side of the steering wheel, wiping the half-broken spheres off like they were bugs.

Several more bounced off the ceiling with loud pings, bits of lens chipping off the cameras set in the center.

"What were those things?" Pinky asked as Brain steered the plane away from the cannon barrel and towards the backside of the body.

Brain gritted his teeth, his eyes flicking back and forth between the radar and the windshield. "Microbots," he said tersely. "I researched them extensively after Snowball mentioned them in his broadcast. The ones we encountered are likely a surveillance team composed of individual units. But they are capable of combining into countless forms for defensive purposes. Snowball wasn't shy about demonstrating how powerful his Microbots can be to the Silicon Valley executives during his last tech demonstration. There's no telling what the Microbots are capable of, especially when Snowball spearheaded their development. I can only hope I threw them off our trail in case any defensive measures are taken."

But the Microbots didn't follow them. Maybe they couldn't keep up with the Hurricane's speed.

Though Brain wasn't relaxed by any means, he gradually became less tense once the Microbots were left to eat the Hurricane's stardust.

They circled towards the back of the main body, which thankfully didn't have any patrolling Microbots.

Brain pointed to an open panel at the bottom of the structure. “A weak point,” he said. “We’ll enter through there. Deploying landing gear now. Prepare for landing, Pinky.”

He lined the Hurricane with the open slot, and they slowed down considerably as they passed through the entrance. The plane’s wheels made contact with the metal, and Pinky jolted from the impact, ears pinned back at the loud, nails-on-chalkboard screech.

“Brain, we’re gonna hit the wall!” Pinky yelped, hanging onto the armrests. They’d slowed down, but not nearly enough! The wall was gonna smash them into mousey pancakes, and not the good kind with maple syrup and butter!

“Hold on!” Brain shouted back. His foot slammed against the brake, and the entire plane screeched to a halt.

Pinky nearly choked from being thrown forward in his seat belt, while Brain smashed into the wheel.

“Narf…” Pinky said, undoing his seat belt and taking a moment to just relax and catch his breath now that the turbulent ride was over.

Brain groaned, unclipping his own belt and sinking back into the cushion. “I hope the return journey will be smoother…” he muttered, rubbing his temple.

With some difficulty, Pinky climbed out of his seat, grabbing onto the armrest to support himself since his legs were still shaky. Brain fell out of his chair more than he climbed down, his legs buckling as he landed. But he recovered quickly, eager to find out more information about the mysterious energy source.

There was a loud creak, and the panel where they entered started to close like a giant space garage door. With a final bang, the Hurricane was shut in completely.

Several lights on the ceiling flickered on, illuminating a stairwell that led to the upper floors.

“The Level Three entrance is now closed. Activating airlock. Please standby,” a pleasant woman’s voice announced over the intercom.

Pinky covered his ears as a deafening hiss filled the room, only letting go of his ears once the noise died down.

“Airlock activated successfully. Oxygen levels are sufficient for life. Have a nice day.”

“We won’t need the suits then,” Brain said with relief. “Good. The orange color isn’t flattering on me.”

Though Pinky thought Brain could pull off orange just fine, he was glad they wouldn’t need the suits after all. He didn’t want to say anything since those were the only mouse-sized spacesuits available in Target’s doll section, but he didn’t like how they restricted his tail movement.

Brain opened a small compartment between their seats, revealing a small red flash drive with a black strap. He pulled the strap over his head, securing the flash drive to his back.

“Come, Pinky. Let’s begin our ascension at once,” Brain said, and Pinky followed him out of the plane.

The ramp retracted once they were out of the plane, and the Hurricane shut off entirely. It sat in the middle of the chamber, quiet and unassuming.

Except for their footsteps, it was quiet aboard the energy cannon. A little too quiet.

Pinky hummed a song to fill in the silence, though even his happy little song about all his favorite things wasn’t doing much to stop the fur on the back of his neck from rising.

Maybe it was the corridor’s dimness, providing just enough light to see by yet lacking any warmth. Or how enormous and empty the energy cannon was. Pinky hoped they’d run into an astronaut or two, but if any humans were here, they didn’t show themselves.

“I’m getting all these weird tingles, Brain,” Pinky said, clutching his tail just so he’d have something to hold onto. “Th-this place doesn’t feel right.”

“You always have weird tingles, Pinky. I don’t need a newsflash every time they happen,” Brain snapped, and he continued down the hall without looking back. Pinky quickly caught up to him, grabbing his shoulders and stopping him in his tracks. Brain scowled and flung his hands out, shaking Pinky off. “You’re only reacting like this because you aren’t familiar with the layout. We’ll get out of here much sooner if you quit impeding our progress.”

Pinky’s tail drooped. He didn’t mean to impale…impala…whatever Brain just said.

"Poit," he whispered. "S-sorry…"

Brain stared up at Pinky, his expression carefully neutral. Sometimes it was just impossible to tell what Brain was pondering, no matter how hard Pinky tried to ponder the same thing.

Then he sighed, gingerly taking Pinky's hand in his own. After a few seconds, his grip became firmer.

"But…you may be onto something, Pinky. For once. Forgive me," Brain stammered, shifting side to side nervously. Pinky just smiled and squeezed Brain's hand, accepting his awkward apology. Then Brain led Pinky down the hallway, never letting go of his hand. "We haven't run into any Microbots past that first encounter. I assumed there would be some guarding the interior as well."

"Maybe they're playing hide and seek?" Pinky asked. "Plenty of places for a cute little bot to hide. You think they'll let us play too?"

They paused at a T-shaped intersection, and Brain's ears flicked as he listened for any sounds in both directions. Then he led Pinky down the right fork.

"They're watching from the shadows," Brain said, pointing to a tiny red light in the corner of the ceiling. "I'd need to capture one and disassemble it to determine the specifics of their programming, which we don't have time for. Perhaps they aren't programmed to attack until the facility itself is in trouble."

So Brain didn't know either, and he was using big words to hide it. But that was okay. Brain was a smartypants, but he didn't have to know everything.

"I wish we had a map," Pinky said, remembering how that trick worked in that really hard maze the ACME scientists had once trapped them in.

To his disappointment, no holographic map popped up to help them find their way.

"A directory would be convenient," Brain agreed.

"And a food court," Pinky added. "With a nacho line and soda fountain."

Brain raised an eyebrow. "How can you possibly think of food at a time like this?"

"I'm hungry," Pinky shrugged.

His stomach finally settled down after that bumpy ride, and he was craving cheese and jalapenos.

Brain just sighed and led Pinky through a short hallway. At the end, there was a stairwell that was marked with an arrow pointing up and the number two next to it.

"Yes!" Brain exclaimed, and Pinky grinned back at him. It was so nice to see Brain excited. His pink eyes always glittered so beautifully when that happened.

They hurried up the stairs to the second level, boosting each other up since the stairs were designed for humans and not mice.

Pinky boosted Brain up to the top landing, and Brain grabbed onto the ledge, hauling himself up the rest of the way.

"One more level, Pinky. It won't be long until Braintopia becomes reality," Brain declared, adjusting the flash drive on his back. "Let's hurry and…hurry and-"

He didn't finish his sentence, staring off into the distance instead.

Pinky stood on his tiptoes, trying to see what Brain was looking at. But the stairs were in his way! All he saw was dull gray!

"Brain!" Pinky shouted, leaping as high as he could and waving his arms to catch Brain's attention. "I! Can't! See! Must! Stop! Talking! Like! Shatner!"

Brain started to walk away, mesmerized by whatever he saw. But Pinky shouted his name, over and over again, and Brain broke out of his trance at the sound of Pinky's voice.

"Sorry," Brain said as he hauled Pinky up to the top step. "I…I don't know what came over me. It's just…a sight to behold. Where to begin? I don’t know how to describe it…that’s what it is, Pinky. Indescribable.”

Brain wasn’t even saying his usual big words. Did he suddenly lose them?

Pinky tapped his chin, trying to think of anything that might help Brain describe whatever he saw. “Maybe narf?”

“Maybe,” Brain murmured. “Now toss in all of your other nonsensical words.”

So it was narf with poit and zort and troz and egad all mixed together like a delicious cake? With a little fjord as the cherry on top of course.

Brain’s arm swept out to the area around them. “See for yourself, Pinky.”

And Pinky’s jaw dropped.

Swirling blue. Solid green. Drifting white.

All of those colors made up the planet Earth.

It was the most beautiful sight Pinky had ever seen in his entire life.

End AN: Special shout out to @wimsiecal for all their wonderful work in the PatB fandom, especially the werewolf Pinky art that was an inspiration for this fic. Pinky playing a knockoff version of the Sims is dedicated to you.

No corporations were harmed in the making of this chapter, save for their pride maybe.

New Brainfels and Braintropolis were working names for Braintopia.

The plane in this story will be named the Hurricane cause Sonic and Tails’ plane is called the Tornado.

The chapter title went through a lot of working titles. I was originally gonna go with the overture for Sonic Unleashed itself, but it has a more adventurous vibe and the New World Symphony has more of that incoming danger aura.

Moral of the story: Microsoft is evil and Bill Gates is a hamster.

#pinky unleashed #pinky and the brain #patb snowball #patb fanfiction

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