#respect the crab or suffer the consequences

[crab-is-the-ultimate-form]

The Ten Commandments

1. Declare yourself 'Crab Ally'

2. No spying

3. Protect Crab

4. Under no circumstances may you eat/imprison Crab

5. Crab enemies must be hunted to extinction.

6. Crab

7. Crab

8. Crab

9. CRAB

10. CRAB

[crab-is-the-ultimate-form]

you DARE to imprison the noble LOBSTER?

LOBSTERS ARE THE HENCHMAN OF CRAB. THEY ARE ONE STEP AWAY FROM CRAB, FAR CLOSER THAN WE ARE TODAY. WE ARE AT LEAST EIGHT STEPS AWAY FROM CRAB. RESPECT THEM. OBEY THEM. LEST THEY REMEMBER WHEN CRABTOPIA AFFORDS THEM THEIR RIGHTFUL POSITION OF POWER.

Neptune escaping was the final push I needed to convince everyone to get the rare lobsters out of the crates and brought inside (there has always been an excuse before; big sand filters not running, lack of space, the aquarium isn’t open anyway this year so why bother) so everyone meet Sunny and Speckles, our yellow and calico lobsters!

[thekiddisnotmyson]

Seriously. Go fuck an egg.

It's Taylor Swift's life and she can do what she wants with it since she earned it.

She is NOT a politician or representative of any elected public body.

She is a singer-songwriter and entertainer, not a public representative.

You only want her to use her voice to manipulate others into believing your terrorist regime is legitimate.

Guess what. You lost that chance on October 7th. It's a war and people die. It's called casualty of war and you wager it. So pay for the blood that you spilt on October 7th, 2023 and suffer the consequences.

Stop asking others to fight your fights when they want to be left alone to enjoy life and all it's good deeds from working hard and being rewarded living an honest lifestyle.

She owes you or anyone nothing.

Her life is not the life that you choose. She chose a better, higher road, and all her fans deserve to enjoy life and her entertainment away from chaos and war.

She is the escape away from your ugly world but you want to be a crab to pull her down into the cesspool of crabs because misery loves company.

Keep your miserable life to yourself. Nobody wants it.

If you want respect, then give respect and earn it. Earn your life and stop trying to steal hers, fuckwad.

No I am not going to f#ck an egg. Respectfully.

And I'm sorry I shouldn't bother Miss Billionaire Queen eating caviar and drinking champagne on her million dollar couch, while my peasant a$$ is sitting on a old couch eating noodles with ketchup.

Her life is too difficult. I understand.

[plus-ultra-oneshots]

Harsh {BakugouXDancer! Reader Headcannons}

"Heyy! Can i request hcs for Bakugo, Todoroki, Kaminari and Kirishima with a sweet professional well known dancer S/O whose one day got called to be in a reality show as a mentor for other dancers and it's like, their first time seeing their sweet s/o became so serious, harsh and intimidating as they scold the new dancers for every small details they do wrong? If not, just choose one boi and maybe just make a oneshot, thanks bb❤ "

.:+:.

He wasn't super thrilled with you signing on for the show, least of all a Reality TV Show. (People whine too much on those damn things)

He also knew working TV was kinda of crab-shoot and could have some unpredictable hours.... So you'd be spending less time with him, and he sort of resented the whole idea it even more for it.

But he wasn't gonna run your life, so he let you go

When you asked him to come on set for a day he agreed only to try and show some interest in your current work, but he doubted he'd have any fun while he was there... Boy was he wrong

You greeted him when he arrived all cheery and sweet, and smiling all the while as you lead him around the studio and gave him a little tour- and he did his best not to seem as uninterested as he was.... And you seemingly so excited about having him there was a little endearing, he would admit.

All the staff for the show treated you and Bakugou with plenty of kindness and respect, though many of the younger ones and the interns seemed to avoid you two like the plague.... A little irking, because he assumed they were avoiding him, but no.

Oh no

He didn't intend to pay much attention to the actual dancing once it started up, he just stayed off to the side and kept his distance, far away from the cameras. You turned and waved at him with one of those bright, cheerful little smiles of yours, just before the camera's started rolling.

The first ones came out, a little group moving out onto the floor and halting where you stood, and right away any shred of a smile on your face disappeared, and you just watched them, utterly stony, and at first Bakugou thought nothing of it. You were concentrating, right?

You stopped the dancers mid-dance, ordering the music off and and sending the dancers scrambling into a tense, utterly nervous halt. They stumbled to a standstill, cowering under the loud, cold tenor of your voice as you started in

"Sloppy, erratic, no rhythm- you, you missed half the steps! How did you make it to this stage with pacing like that, hmm?"

Your voice was cold, and cut, stern and utterly serious. And the dancers?

They looked ready to run away, they were scared to even look at you

Holy shit, they weren't avoiding him at all

They were afraid of you. You.

His sweet, kind, way too bright and friendly (Y/N)

His (Y/N) who ripped those dancers a new one without hesitation, pointing out every little mistake, ordering rerun after rerun, incessant, never letting up, pushing each dancer to their limit and then a little further. He'd never seen you so stern in your entire life.... and honestly?

This side of you totally turned him on

He was grinning at you near the whole time, watching you like a hawk the whole recording through, and he could not wait to catch you when it was all said and done

Couldn't stop smirking tbh, kinda looked like a maniac

Totally had the time of his life seeing that, and 100% could not keep his hands off you when it was over

"Where the hell has this side of you been, huh? You hiding it from me?"

You blink at it, a little stunned for half a second, before a sly smirk makes a rare appearance on your usually kind and tender expression, and damn, his heart could have stopped at what you said next. Your voice was low and hushed, your finger trailing under his chin with a certain little glint in your eye.

"Why, you want me to treat you like that Bakugou? Order you around, make you do whatever I want and make sure you get it right? Or suffer the consequences?"

JESUS THAT WAS HOT AS FUCK

But of course his answer was;

"Heh, I'd like to see you fucking try."

If he was into you before, he was 1000% more into you now

And it's totally a thing between you two after that, like a little inside joke, a tease... Bakugou's always trying to coax that side out of you again, and you only oblige him so much. Boy has to nearly beg

He both loves and hates you holding out on him, and you holding back just makes him want you more

He also gets the BIGGEST kick out of seeing people's faces fall when you go from bright and cheery to stone-cold hardass, it never ceases to amuse, amaze, and make him love you all the more

.:+:.

PLUS-ULTRA-oneshots Masterlist

[omgatalkingtoaster]

🌌

-On what do you base your sense of morality, and why is it all meaningless in the face of an uncaring universe?

"I suppose I've always felt that morality came from a sense of compassion- caring about others. Things that are alive have feelings- they have needs and wants and desires. That to be moral is to identify these things, these beings as valuable. Their feelings, their wants, needs and desires should be respected, allowed to flourish and self direct. Of course nothing is easy- life is- brutal. For one being to live countless must die or never be allowed to live at all. There is no way to exist within nature without suffering- there is no single answer. One must constantly weigh the consequences of ones choices, and if one has the right to make those choices- for instance a human comes to a beach- and one that beach baby sea turtles are hatching and racing out towards the water. Compassion will drive them to want to help the turtles to carry them to the water safely- but if they do might not the crabs, or the gulls starve? Do they have the right- the place to make that choice, to decide which life is more valuable? It is a thought I wrestle with constantly. What right do I- a powerful being who does not exist within nature- have to help or hinder those lives within it? - I try my best to not over step, but I can admit in the past I have." "As to it being meaningless- in the end the Universe will reach maximum entropy so I suppose one could view it all as being meaningless. There is nothing we can do that will change this ultimate fate- yet a thing is not beautiful because it lasts, and likewise is not meaningful only on a cosmic scale. If nothing we do matters- then all that can matter is what we choose to do."

[crab-is-the-ultimate-form]

Excellent Crab Ally signifier. To be safe I'd be sure to have at least 8 Crab Ally signifiers. This is a great start though.

BEHOLD!

HE SMOL

HE STRONG

@daily-crabbys How would you rate my friend?

[aisarete]

Gemini-Cancer Cusp

The Cusp of Magic June 19-24

Zodiac Position - Approx. 27° Gemini - 4° Cancer Seasons - Late spring/Early summer Elements - Air/Water Rulers - Mercury/The Moon Symbols - The Twins/The Crab Modes - Thought/Feeling Strengths - affectionate, seductive, objective Weaknesses - isolated, selfish, demanding

The Gemini-Cancer cusp is an admixture of the third sign of the zodiac, Gemini, and the fourth sign of the zodiac, Cancer. This cusp can be symbolically likened to the period around twenty-one years of age in the human life, and it marks the beginning of summer in the northern hemisphere. The Gemini-Cancer cusp may be said to represent Magic. During this period of the year, many plants are coming into lush, full bloom. The day is longer and the night shorter than at any other point in the year. This is the time of traditionally magical "midsummer's eve," a warm, enchanted night, replete with bewitching smells and sounds, on which supernatural events take place. In human development, at the age of twenty-one, adolescence is over and adulthood is said to begin. Magic particularly plays a key role in terms of the magnetic power of love and the enchantment of romance. The young adult experiences an almost childlike wonder and awe at the beauty of the world and the horizons that have opened up.

Those born during the magical cusp of the summer solstice quickly fall under the spell of enchantment. Romantic and inspirational, Gemini-Cancers often put their talents and energies in service of a higher purpose, be it family, religion, philosophy, arts, or political or social causes. Because they can wholeheartedly throw themselves into devotional activities, those born on this cusp often appear as mild, even self-effacing. For many if these individuals, anonymity is a goal in any career they follow. There are also more aggressive Gemini-Cancers, however, who become assertive as they mature and have few problems letting the world know who they are.

Easily seduced, Gemini-Cancers can also enchant others, whether consciously or unconsciously; these seductive individuals may have a sweetly innocent charm. They must be wary of being imposed upon, but they usually have good defense instincts, and in the emotional sphere even mild Gemini-Cancers will gently lay down guidelines that should not be overstepped. The more aggressive Gemini-Cancers are often aware of their persuasive powers, which they may use without qualm to get their way, even when other individuals are hurt in the process.

Although possessed of charm and magnetism, Gemini-Cancers can be remarkably cool customers. They have a useful objectivity, and their reasoning powers make an effective foil to their deep emotions. Influenced by both Gemini and Cancer, they are in face an interesting blend of logic and feeling. When those born on this cusp make an appeal to the emotions of others, they do so in a detached, thoughtful way. Not easily upset, they inspire confidence through their sympathy, concern and willingness to help. Summer-solstice people have a way of entering the hearts of those they love, and a reluctance to give up their position there, even when separations prove necessary.

Gemini-Cancers tend to be private people who will not easily grant access to their inner world. They frequently do best when they are able to work at home, and they often set up their home as a kind of retreat or sanctuary. To be allowed to share the living space of a Gemini-Cancer implies great trust and respect. An invitation to visit this highly personal world is more often felt as a true gift, or the reflection of a desire to share, than as a sign of ostentation or of a need for sociability.

Gemini-Cancers must beware of isolating themselves from the society around them and living in an unproductive dreamworld. Such detachment will hold them back in their personal and spiritual development, and toward the end of their lives they may view it as a sign of failure. Since staying in touch with reality is especially important for Gemini-Cancers, they may find friends and lovers who are more extroverted then they are, an essential link to the world. They should also beware of a kind of passive selfishness, in which it seems to others that they think the world revolves around them and that they constantly demand attention, if without saying so. Their special needs and wants as sensitive individuals can impose heavy demands on their friends and intimates, who may at the same time find themselves denying their own emotional and physical requirements.

No area is more important to Gemini-Cancers than love. They see love as a primary reason to live, one that may get them through many a difficult period. Forced to choose between love on one hand and wealth or power on the other, those born in this week usually choose the former. Many Gemini-Cancers are quite able to love from afar; platonic love has a special meaning for them. Others see the possession of the love object as a necessary and blissful consummation, but they, too, are patient in the pursuit. Quiet persistence and a belief in their powers can guarantee them success.

Gemini-Cancers have a tremendous capacity for love but are equally capable of withholding it. No matter how deeply in love they fall, they are masters of their emotions and can consequently be very dangerous people to be involved with. You must listen to them carefully, for although they can give their hearts fully, the fact that they are spending their time with you is no guarantee that they have done so. Gemini-Cancers are capable of a wide range of personal interaction, from acquaintances and friendships to full-blown passion. Each relationship will have its own structure, including what is and is not allowed in the area of physical contact. Sensitivity to such laws is definitely a prerequisite for the relationship's future.

Gemini-Cancers can be nurturing parents, but many will think twice before they make the lifelong commitment of having children. This may be because, as children, they tend to enjoy the warmth of a close family; they can suffer terribly in conditions of marital strife or divorce. They have a tendency to idolize at least one of their parents, and to need to get along with their parents once they are grown. It is not surprising then, that once they decided they are truly in love (generally an important prerequisite to commitment for them), they can make faithful and devoted mates. Never take the romantic needs of one born on the Cusp of Magic for granted, however; candlelight dinners, vacations in glamorous locations, and the occasional spontaneous gift are all musts to keep the flame bright.

[the-wardens-torch]

“I’ll let you in on a little traveling bard secret. The people who tell you not to talk to strangers are idiots, because the strangers have the best stories.  Just a few short years ago when I was alone in this land, I shared a campfire with a man of Doma, and he told me a story the likes of which I had never heard.   And now, if you’ll permit me to put on my most respectable formal Doman tone, I’ll share it with you.  Might as well get into the spirit of the season and the spirit of Doma’s liberation, right? It’s called Mimi-Nashi Hoichi. I know that name doesn’t make much sense to western ears, but trust me, it will by the time I��ve told this tale.”

It began hundreds of years ago, and its roots first quickened in the bloodied mud of the battlefield. This was not just any battle, but the final confrontation of two clans that had been at war for centuries, the Taira and the Heike.  The Taira had all but destroyed the Heike, and had driven the last survivors back into their ancestral home, from which there was no escape.  For, you see, it was on a seaside cliff, and the only way to escape the blades and arrows of the Taira was by plunging to a watery grave.

Domans are nothing if not proud and honorable, and after the Heike emperor fell in battle, what few remained of his warriors hurled themselves from the cliff without a second thought.  It is said that even the emperor’s wife willingly leapt to her death, with her infant son - the future emperor - in her arms. It is said that even the Taira were deeply moved by this sight, and to this day the abandoned and derelict palace of the Heikes still has a powerful spiritual presence thanks to the anguish and sorrow they suffered in their last moments.

The spiritual presence was so great, in fact, that the Taira erected a temple and a cemetery near the shore at the foot of the cliff and employed great holy men and women to placate the spirits. Just the same, strange things were known to happen now and then over the next several hundred years.  Fishermen say they have caught crabs with human faces, passers-by have claimed to hear screams and a great clashing of swords instead of the ocean’s roar, and others have seen ghostly fires burning over the graves at night. And so on.  Ask ten people who had been there, and you would get eleven stories, all of which could have been true, for all you know.

One of the holy men who presided over the temple was know to be a music lover, and in his employ he had a poor young bard named Hoichi.  Now, Hoichi had been blind since birth, but he seemed to have a gift for painting images in the mind’s eye. He had memorized the sad tale of the Heikes, and it was said that his gift for relating it through song could make even an eyeless demon cry.  When he sang and played along on his lute, one could almost taste the tang of salt spray and death in the air. One could see the crimson sunset’s light reflecting off of the beach, turning the pale sands bloody. Most heartbreaking of all, he could make you see the last moments of the empress as she and her son were embraced by the unfeeling and infinite sea.

But I digress.  Hoichi was not a rich man or a famous one at that time, but he had his gift of song and memory.  He also had the ear of the head priest, who ensured he would never have to go hungry or be at the mercy of the elements.

One day in late summer, the priest had to take his acolytes and travel to a nearby town to officiate the funeral of a local noble.  This left Hoichi alone, but he was content to have the solitude and silence he needed to perfect his art, as all bards are.  The heavy, damp heat bade him practice outside in the sea breeze, and the night fell gently around him like fine silk.

That was when he heard a man’s voice, gruff and commanding, calling his name. Hoichi! The young man called back to the source of the voice, politely explaining that he was blind and had no way of knowing who was calling for him or from where.  He heard the clank of fine armor as the man approached, and explained why he had come.  He was a samurai in the employ of a traveling lord.  The lord had heard about the haunted cliffs and wished to hear the tale of the Taira and the Heike‘s final battle.  He inquired at the nearest village, where he was told that the local priest employed a bard who could sing the story like no other. Intrigued, he had asked one of his loyal retainers to find this man and bring him back so that the song could be heard.

Now, in Doma, one does not take the command of a samurai or his lord lightly, and Hoichi graciously accepted the request.  The samurai was a strong, agile man and had no trouble guiding Hoichi down the path to his lord’s residence, and when they arrived, the air soon filled with chatter and the pattering of many feet.  He was greeted with warmth and grace by the servants of the household, who led him into their noble house.  He discerned that it must be quite palatial, as he walked for quite a time on a floor of polished wood before he was guided up a series of stone steps, and finally into what sounded like a very large room, all awash with the sounds of rustling silks and the formal chatter of nobles.  He was given a plush cushion to kneel on, and at last bade by the samurai to sing the tale of the Taira and the Heikes.

As the warm summer breeze wafted through the room, Hoichi strummed his lute and lifted up his voice.  In a tone as clear as a sea hawk’s cry, he sang of the ringing of steel and the spilling of blood, the hissing of arrows and the roar of the sea. As he continued with the tale, he could hear faint murmurs of approval from among the assembled.  What a gift he has! I can almost see it! they said.  Encouraged by their praise, Hoichi began to sing with even more fervor, finally reaching the verse concerning the empress’ sad end. How she drifted down into the depths, dead but still holding tight to her son like an oyster holds on to its pearl. How her lustrous black hair spread around her like the fan of a sea coral as she and her child were taken by the salt tears of the abyss.  And then, the approving murmurs turned to weeping and wailing, and for a moment he wondered if he embellished a bit too much, as any bard does now and then.

Somewhat ashamed, Hoichi sat silently and hung his head, until the sad sounds faded and the samurai spoke again.  I had heard you were skilled, but my lord and I had no idea that anyone could tell a tale so beautifully! He said.  His praise for Hoichi was such that his lord bade the young man return every night for six more nights to perform, and would be given a great reward when those nights had finished.   However, there was a condition - that Hoichi tell no one of this arrangement, for the lord was traveling in disguise to protect himself from robbers and assassins.  Despite the condition, Hoichi graciously accepted this offer, and with that, the samurai lead him back to his temple.

It was nearly dawn when he arrived home, and the priest, who had returned late the night before, had merely assumed he was asleep, and wondered where he had been.  Hoichi of course kept silent, but the next night, his absence was noticed, and when he returned in the morning he was summoned before the priest and asked to explain his behavior.  The priest was a kind man and held no anger towards the lad, but expressed a paternal sort of worry for his safety.  Hoichi answered him with great reverence and apologized for his deception, and merely said that he had urgent business to attend to for a few nights, and that it was not necessary to worry. The priest was surprised to get such an answer from the normally sincere and honest Hoichi, and suspected that something was amiss.  Once Hoichi had gone, the priest bade his acolytes to follow him the next night.

When that night fell, the acolytes lit their lanterns and followed, but a fog soon rolled in from the sea, and they lost sight of him.  Though they searched down the path for hours after that, they found no sign of him. They had just begun to take the path back to the temple when they heard the fluttering of lute strings, followed by a familiar voice.  There was only darkness in the direction from which they had heard the song, but they pressed on, emboldened by Hoichi’s voice as it grew ever louder. The only thing that lay in this direction was a cemetery… And sure enough, when they crested the next hill, they were met with the sight of Hoichi, kneeling at the grave of the long-dead empress, enlivening the dead air with the tale of her sad end.  He was not alone, as the air around him was filled with balls of ghostly light drifting up from the graves and flickering like beating hearts.  No man had ever been so close to so many ghosts and lived.

Hoichi!  Hoichi!  They yelled his name, but he seemed not to hear them and only sang louder.  Finally, the bravest among them ran forward and seized Hoichi.  Hoichi cried out to warn him how dire the consequences of interrupting such an important performance would be, but he and the other acolytes merely carried him off as fast as their legs would carry them. He was silent and sullen as he was taken back to his room while the servants ran off to relate their story to the priest.  Though he had planned on maintaining his quiet indignation when questioned by the priest, the priest was angry and clearly very worried.  He had been so kind to him in the past that Hoichi could not help but tell the man his entire experience singing the tale of the Tairas and the Heikes to a visiting noble.

Hoichi, dear boy, you are in extreme danger! The priest said, and related to the blind bard what the acolytes had seen - not a man couched on a silk cushion playing for a noble assemblage, but a man kneeling in the dirt and serenading the dead.  He warned Hoichi that by obeying the commands of the dead, he had given them power over him, and that they would tear him apart on the seventh night.   However, he knew how to save the unfortunate young man.

As the sun began to set, the priest and his acolytes gathered their calligraphy brushes and a well of enchanted ink - much like the ink that the arcanists of our land use.  They very abruptly stripped Hoichi of all his clothes, and began to write the words of a protection spell upon his body. They wrote everywhere, no matter how sensitive the area, and even went so far as to write on the soles of his feet and the lids of his eyes.  Once this was done, the priest commanded Hoichi to sit outside as he had the first night the dead came for him.  Only this time, he must be naked, and stay as still and quiet as if he were dead himself.  This was the only way he could escape the curse. Deeply frightened by now, Hoichi obeyed, and waited.

Soon enough, the sound of the samurai’s voice rang out in the night, calling for Hoichi. There was a sound of heavy footsteps mounting the stone steps into the courtyard, and another call of his name, even louder and more insistent than before.  Hoichi scarcely dared to breathe, and he worried that even the sound of his blood moving in his veins or the sound of his fingernails growing might give him away.  The samurai grumbled, and Hoichi heard the sound of his lute being handled by someone.  

Has our spell eroded his form away so soon? The voice inquired. But what is this I see?  The wings of some pale night-moth?  No, they are his ears, and they are all that’s left of him!  I will take them back to my lord as proof I have followed his commands, though it is a shame that the boy is already so far gone.

Hoichi nearly screamed as great cold fingers seized his ears and sharp steel sliced them from his head one by one.   But he remained silent, even as the blood spilled down his shoulders like an ebbing tide. It was not until hours later, when he heard the anguished voice of the priest, that he finally began to cry in great, long, gasping sobs.  My poor Hoichi!  The priest said.  How sorry he was that he had relegated the painting of Hoichi’s head to his acolytes, as they had forgotten his ears!  But at least he was alive, and the dead would trouble him no more.

Thanks to the assistance of a doctor, Hoichi recovered from his wounds, and the tale of his harrowing ordeal soon spread throughout the land.  Soon, people came from all around to hear his songs and stories.  And though he became a wealthy man and lived the rest of his life in peace, he was forever known as Mimi-Nashi Hoichi, which means…

Hoichi the Earless.

((I’ve been fascinated with this story it ever since I saw it on film in Masaki Kobayashi’s Kwaidan. Annnd for some reason I got a serious hankering to retell it. And who better to indulge me than Fal?))

[pressxtoalex]

South Park: The Fractured but Whole Review

Plagued by publisher issues and multiple delays, South Park: The Stick of Truth felt like a game that shouldn’t exist when it was released three years ago. However, despite some hiccups technically, the game was a critical and commercial success, and one of my personal favorite releases of 2014. Being able to build off those mistakes, and transitioning to the current generation of consoles, the team at Ubsioft San Francisco has delivered a blockbuster South Park episode, where a mechanically sound RPG breaks out.

Spanning around 20 hours,  South Park: The Fractured but Whole literally picks up where it’s first title, The Stick of Truth, leaves off, but in more than just its setting. Despite taking place one day after the previous entry, it also replicates its humor, storytelling, and immersion into the South Park universe. Tackling the zeitgeist of superhero movies, The Fracture but Whole sees the usual gang of foul-mouthed fourth graders, split between two groups: Coon and Friends (lead by The Coon) and The Freedom Pals (lead by Dr. Timmy and Mysterion) tackling the task of rescuing a missing cat in an effort to receive a one-hundred dollar reward that will boost their respective franchises. As the unnamed New Kid, you’re hurled into the *ahem* civil war that starts out peacefully enough, but after a couple of hours, descends into the calamitous nonsense and fan-service that has powered South Park for two decades.

As far as the writing is concerned, this is South Park through-and-through, which allows the game to play by some pre-established non-rules. It benefits greatly not being grounded by any sort of realism, which allows the game to blur the lines of what is actually occurring on the streets of this small town in Colorado. You spend the game mingling with other children donned in costumes that look to be  made out of various household items and appliances, but maintain the ability to bend time and space with your flatulence. Beyond that, you could be fighting Crab People one minute, and in your next battle, have it paused due to oncoming traffic. Having that grey matter propels the game’s comedy as it maintains an anything goes atmosphere.

With that said, the humor does have a tendency to go there. While nothing to the extremes that we saw in Stick of Truth, there are still instances that could rustle the feathers of casual fans of the show. However, the beauty of South Park is its ability to offend everyone, thus leaving no one offended. That’s how that works, right? While it doesn’t handle every possible issue with most gentle hands, it does provide moments of positivity and thoughtfulness to remind you that you aren’t playing something developed my race-mongering monsters trying to get a rise out of someone. The human element within it all still remains.

One area of change from The Stick of Truth, and perhaps the most drastic, is the grid-based tile system. Gone is the simplistic turn-based RPG, and it has been replaced with a more tactics based grid system, allowing your party members to move throughout the battlefield on a constrained plain, which in turn changes who or what is on the receiving end of your attacks. It is an adjustment at first, but after the first couple battles, I welcomed it as a vast improvement as it gave the game more depth outside of being just a South Park game with some RPG elements, but even playing on the Mastermind combat difficulty, I never once felt overwhelmed, aside from a couple of fights toward the end, but even that was to be expected. The combat manages to keep feeling fresh, as it will throw special objectives into the fray such as trying to reach a specific area, moving out of the way from a telegraphed attack, or knocking your opponent into a specific region, opening them up for damage.

The in-game combat feels incredibly balanced. Your party of up to three additional characters, each with three regular attacks, and one ultimate attack (and each of those with their own unskippable cutscene every time you use them) will range from more brutish times like Super Craig, and those that are better from a distance like Kyle’s Human Kite. I eventually found a party that melded well with the loadout I grew most accustomed to, but was more than happy to swap characters out if necessary for specific battles. 

While the combat system is a great addition, a couple of the game’s RPG-lite elements don’t totally hit, and the overall South Park-ness of it all does backfire. Without bemoaning too much, the crafting system never felt totally necessary as I was never light on necessary items, nor did I feel hamstrung by the cost of anything that I may need to purchase in the event I needed to craft something Or I could skip crafting items altogether and just buy the healing items themselves. Also, it should be worth noting that you shouldn’t mull over your class type for too long in the beginning as your character will see various upgrades that will allow you to mix-and-match power loadouts across a myriad of classes, that by the end of the game, made my character feel less and less like the one I started with, making the game itself feel more like an episode and less like a game.

The Fractured but Whole, much like the Stick of Truth, still lacks any navigation system. While going around the city of South Park is as enjoyable as ever, it felt like I would be better off memorizing the town, as opposed to taking time here and there to reference the mini-map, or going into the actual menu system and pulling up the full-sized map for a more readable reference as to where I was and where I was headed.  Within the city itself, you’ll be presented with obstacles that will prevent you from accessing areas without a certain buddy power or ability, all of which having something to do with your butt. The areas, and how to get around them, become very clear once they’re unlocked for you, leaving the game playing pretty fast and loose with the word, “puzzle” once it’s solved. Out of the fifty-plus in-game puzzles I solved, only one time did I actually feel accomplished once I solved it.

While the game is more technically sound than its previous generation predecessor, The Fractured but Whole still suffers from a few technical missteps. The deeper I found myself in the game, the more prone to freezing or inactivity I found myself. While I never lost any progress of consequence, it seemed to happen more frequently during battles, which grow longer as the game goes on, so having to restart those was frustrating.

Final Thoughts:

South Park: The Fractured but Whole is a lite RPG experience that is an absolute delight to play through. It’s ripe with multiple laugh out loud moments that the series has been heralded for over the last two decades, and is filled to the brim with many fan service moments, as well as an incredibly tight combat system.  While it doesn’t add anything new to the South Park canon, or to the role-playing game genre as a whole, it’s a confluence of these success that proves to be a match made in fart-heaven.

Score: 8.3

[kashal1221]

Session ? (18, probably): Automatons (15/7/2018, Games@PI)

Dear Dad,

You may have surmised, even from your limited interactions with them, that my companions find little difficulty in landing themselves in hot water. It has been little more than a week since we departed from Opal City, and already much has happened. As you'll recall, having been there at the time, our ship was badly damaged. I was able to use magic to mend it to some extent, but between my being the only proper sailor on the ship, and the one mending any leaks that sprung up, I was rather in need of a couple of helping hands. Einar claimed to have a contact who could help us aquire metal sailors, needing neither food nor rest, from a facility hidden in the Sietemus's Teeth. Already I was suspicious- the area is well known to be riddled with pirates. Stranger still, his contact turned out to be a skeleton. But unlike the undead I have fought in the past, who were as lacking in mental faculties as they were in flesh and blood, this skeleton was as intelligent as any living man. His name was Juniper, and he promised to lead us to this facility. 

We received no trouble sailing to the island Juniper directed us to. It was when we landed that trouble began. The entrance to the facility was a large hole in the ground, leading down into fathomless depths. My companions, using methods of calculation I can hardly begin to understand, deemed the drop to be more than a thousand feet, with unknown depths of water beneath. Fortunately, long drops are of little consequence to my companions and myself, though this was a much longer fall than any I have previously undertaken. Jamborin, my half-elven wizard friend, myself, and three of our companions jumped in, and we fell freely for ten seconds or more before Jamborin cast her spell to slow our descent, allowing us to land safely in the water. Two more of our number flew down on our broom of flying, while the skeleton simply jumped, with no spell or magic item to aid him, save whatever enchantments keep his bones upright without flesh to hold them in place. 

To reach the facility, there was a further swim down through an underwater passage. Jamborin and I, each through our own methods having the ability to breathe underwater, led the way, though the trip was short enough that even those of us less magically inclined were able to surface on the other side unharmed. 

We met a strange woman then, sitting at the front desk. Though our tests deemed her a living human, she behaved more like an automaton, with no animation in her voice or face. All along I had my doubts about this trip. The strangeness of this woman only further worried me. My companions of course still behaved as though this were all a lark. Having been warned that a corridor was filled with traps, three of our number immediately ran directly down that self-same corridor, and as a result were brought almost to the point of death. Still we soldiered on, making our way deeper into the facility. We were left to wait for a good hour, during which my companions nursed their well-deserved wounds. Eventually a man, Winter, came to show us in. As we passed through, we saw more of those strange people, mindlessly working on the constructs, neither speaking nor looking away from their task. It was then that Winter revealed to us the price of the constructs we sought- not any amount of gold, but a living person. As this news sank in, Barris, always quick to draw his gun, opened fire upon Winter. Winter ran to sound the alarm as two suits of armour sprang to life to defend him. It did not take us long to kill Winter. The suits of armour, animated with the spirits of water and fire elementals respectively, proved harder to defeat, though defeat them we did, in the end. 

They thanked us as they died. From what I understand, they too were bound unwillingly in service. If I were controlled, and used to enslave others as they were, I too would welcome death. 

Our troubles were not yet over. The door through which we had come began to descend, trapping us in that room. Finch, our alchemist, as well as Jamborin's familiar, Bookwyrm, were the only ones fast enough to slip through before the door slammed closed. The rest of us, stuck inside the room, were able to work open a second door, which led to a loading bay, a handy means of escape. We communicated with Finch and Bookwyrm, and planned to each go out our separate ways, us through the loading bay and him back through the way we had come. But on the other side of the door, something strange began to happen to Finch. He became flat and mindless as the workers we had seen, and began to join them in their work. I teleported through the door and ran to him, shaking him, hoping to wake him from this enchanted stupor. For a moment he looked at me with a spark of recognition, but it was quickly suppressed, and he returned to work. Taking hold of him, I dragged him towards the door. But that was when something entered my mind, the same thing that had enslaved my friend. For a moment I faltered, my body leaving my mind's control, but with great mental effort I broke free, and teleported Finch and myself back through the door. 

Reunited with our friends, Finch's consciousness soon returned to him. In the loading bay, we found various means to bring ourselves as well as some cargo up to the surface, more than a thousand feet above us. Finch and our light-fingered friend, Luisa, found themselves a barrel which turned out to be a machine meant for underwater travel, which was fashioned somewhat after the features of a crab. It fitted only two, but the three breathing members of the party who could not do so underwater found magical means there in the loading bay. And so we made our way through the water, hanging on to the crab-like machine as it rose through the depths. 

We were accosted then by a terrifying sea creature. It had three large, bulbous eyes and a mouth filled with spiny teeth, and many waving tentacles fanned out behind. It spoke in our minds, furious that we had stolen from it. 

As we fought the creature, I felt it probe into my mind, demanding that I submit to its will. I recognised the cold touch of its magic. This was the same creature that had attempted to enslave Finch and myself, the same creature that enslaved the poor workers inside that terrible facility. Angered by this realisation, and bolstered by the knowledge that I had bested its enslaving power once before, I once again threw off the enchantment and continued to fight it.

The creature soon realised we were not a party to be trifled with, and it sought to escape. We pursued it, the crab-like machine catching and refusing to release it as we sought to kill the foul creature once and for all. A spell from Juniper put the monstrous thing to sleep, and we all gathered round, each of us preparing our deadliest attacks, hoping to kill it before it woke. On Juniper's signal, we let loose with spells and weapons, all eight of us at once. The massive creature fairly dissolved into a pulp from the strength of our attack. 

Monstrous creature dealt with, we continued on to the surface, though not unharmed. Two of our number were cursed by the creature's foul aura. Barris was quickly healed, but the other, our newest wizard Aquila, suffers still. She is bound to a tub that we have filled with seawater - emerging for too long causes her terrible pain. 

Upon our return to the ship, I was naturally furious with Einar for leading us to such an evil place, and I played a rather terrible trick upon him. I told him that we had bought the constructs, and that as the payment was a living person, we had come to retrieve him, to use him as payment. He looked so terrified at the prospect that I could not keep up the pretence for long. Even so, the relief when I told him that we were not indeed selling him had him in tears. In truth, I am somewhat perturbed that he did not question my story in the slightest. He fully believed I was capable of such a thing. Perhaps I have after all been too hard on him. I do regret playing that trick on him, especially as Jamborin decided that the scare was not punishment enough, and sought to tie him to the mast. I brought him down, of course, and he collected himself enough to have us on our way to Oceanward, now aided by seven stolen constructs.

We are at Oceanward now, with our ship at dry-docks while we search for a healer for Aquila, though the city is far from a haven away from danger. As it turns out, two of our number are wanted criminals here. One, you can probably guess. There are few places where Luisa is not a wanted criminal. The other may surprise you. Our dear alchemist is wanted here for treason, and there is a not insignificant bounty on his head. I hardly know what it is that he has done, but I know him to be a good man of strong morals, and I hold little respect for heads of state as it is. We will do our best to keep him safe, but I somehow doubt we will make it in and out of this city without incident. I will update you in my next letter on how this all plays out. I dearly hope I will have nothing to report, but I sincerely doubt that to be the case. 

Love, Hamish

[aristo-tal]

In Defense of Nike’s Slogan

It’s easy to move forward without knowing exactly where your end goal is, and while there are a few reasons why this strategy may be beneficial, it’s also easy to get lost without adequate attention in picking a destination. For instance, the concept of self-improvement is perhaps a noble goal; but if it’s left as an end, rather than a means to an end, improvement is unsustainable. I would go so far to say that if we do not have some sort of benchmark to our process forward than it is certain we will leave ourselves burned out.

It should be stressed that we do not have to have a complete picture of what we want as we take steps to realize a goal. Initially there may be some resistance to this assertion, but there are two reasons why I stand firmly by it. First, we can run into the risk of “thinking” and not “doing”. To anyone who’s overanalyzed a situation and refrained from taking the first step (as we all invariably do) this is a valid concern. How often has an opportunity passed you, while you remained too stalled by fear to act? I use the word “fear” because that seems to be the root cause of over-analysis. Fear drives us, ideally, to think of a solution to combat the source of our terror (or of course freeze us in place, but I do not believe that is the correct response – it is the action of prey, and it is never good to be prey). Now it is a bit silly to think that we skip going to the gym because we are terrified, but let’s examine the thought process a bit more. When we resolve ourselves to something, there are two outcomes: we can either succeed or fail. The prospect of success is why we consider a path, but the prospect of failure is an obstacle which looms even before we start. Failure feels bad, plain and simple. Whether it is a byproduct of biology, social pressure, the fragility of our concept of self, or a mix-and-match combination of the three, we abhor failure in ourselves. As a consequence of this aversion to failure, it is understandably tempting to quit before starting. This amounts to something akin to ego protection, “I did not fail because I never actually started”. It is difficult to say how intertwined fear and motivation truly are, and likely multiple connection exists, but at the very least we can agree that there is a real impulse to reject the new or unfamiliar and stay in what we know rather than taking on the possibility of failure. Maybe then the reason why we refrain from fully committing to a goal is a permutation of our fear of the unknown… Regardless of the deeper motivations, ego-protection in the form of half-assed commitment is a natural human response to a new endeavor. Subsequently, I argue that when we resolve to move forward, taking the first step is more important than knowing where exactly it is we are going. With this, Lao Tzu would certainly agree.

The second reason why it may be best to just jump into something new is that it is the best way to get better at it, whatever it may be. If you want to write, you might as well just start doing it. It doesn’t matter whether you want to write a novel or poetry. The truth is, you’re going to be bad at it in the beginning (*cough* *cough* me *cough). In fact, it would be largely unsatisfying if we were successful in all the things we set out to do. There is a joy in seeing a commitment we’ve made hold firm, and this is best measured by the obstacles which we overcome when keeping our promises to ourselves. So if you want to knit, start knitting. The experiences you make in how to knit poorly are the best lessons in shaping how to knit well. Believe me when I say that when I reread one of these posts, every directionless rant, superficial point, or flawed conclusion sticks to my mind and helps to make the next one slightly (pause for emphasis) better.

               I would like to say more on the unsustainability of motivation without a proper goal, but got a bit carried away with the importance of making the initial push forward. While some of the best evidence for the importance of a clearly defined goal is the abstract tone of this post and its predecessors, I have run out of steam for the moment and that question will have to wait. Instead I’d like to add a final point about taking the first step. While we may abhor failure in ourselves, it can viewed differently by those around us. People are very complicated; we are capable of schadenfreude, or happiness when we see the suffering of others, and also of distress when those around us succeed (crabs in a bucket). What is even more important to note however, is that we can also be inspired profoundly by someone’s actions. When we witness someone we can empathize with fail, but push forward and prevail in blatant rejection of that failure, they gain our respect.

[dkkingwriter]

The Hived Mind With The Most Drones Wins

The more I learned about the ever-elusive They and the dystopia They feed on, the more I began to take profound stock of what was around me. Talk about an infinite slew of consciousness quakes. There’s nothing like a systemic inventory of what really makes the world go ‘round to open the room up for countless questions about the real motives behind everything we’ve taken for granted since birth.

But first, a caveat - it applies across the board, without exception, to everyone regarding everything:

PLEASE DO NOT TAKE MY WORD OR INTERPRETATION FOR ANYTHING! What I share here are my perceptions and my interpretations as a work in progress, and I have no desire or intention of telling another self-empowered human being what truth should be for them. As stated in previous posts within “The Big Lie” series this post is part of, one positive consequence of reclaiming our power is personal accountability. We alone are individually responsible for our personal enlightenment process, the path we choose and what we intend to manifest as we strive to detach from the MC control matrix. No blame-shifting, no passing the buck, no victimhood. If my own experiences are any indicator, however, I have found that remembering how to navigate within our physicality as an empowered being takes some getting used to, and lots of open minded practice. You have my word on that.

So what predominant hive-minded, well organized “teams” devised by the MC do we most identify with today?

Many would rank the tightly managed leagues below as gold medal winners, if only on the basis of membership volume and the constant drone of devoted servants. See if you can spot where the repetitious MC tactics of Divide and Conquer, Order Out of Chaos, Bread and Circuses, and the Crab Bucket Seduction as described in my previous post are surreptitiously at work behind the friendly facades of these consciousness controlling collectives.

1.       RELIGION TODAY

We were told we were sinners in need of salvation and we believed it.

In believing the lie, we handed the chosen Savior power over our souls.

All roads lead to Rome, and I mean ALL roads (do your own research on this one). The world’s religions and cults have everyone praying to the same god and fighting about it. Religion has reduced the divinity in humanity down to the level of cursed and pitiful sinners in need of redemption by a third party savior, as if we do not have the power within each of us to save or redeem ourselves. When believers worldwide finally learn the truth about the god to whom they pray, there will be a collective consciousness quake like the world has never seen.

Oh, and let’s not forget that They would never invest in anything that didn’t secretly feed Their voracious appetite for power through infinite riches. So always follow the money. Charities, orphanages, missionaries, camps and clubs, churches and cathedrals, Vatican City and the Vatican Bank: The Institute for the Works of Religion, the Jesuits, The Knights Templar, Freemasonry, carry on and freak out.

2.       POLITICS-PATRIOTISM-GOVERNMENTS

We were told we owed faithful allegiance to our governments and we believed it.

In believing the lie, we handed our faithless governments everything we stand for.

POLITICAL PARTY LINES: Politics is smoke screen theatre; a spectacular magic show put on by the MC’s Grand Illusionists to fleece, segregate and corral the herds as ordered. We might even call it the biggest show on Earth, the biggest show of fear mongering that is.

Liberal vs Conservative, Democrat vs Republican, Left vs Right. Who cares? I mean really, who cares? We might do well to pull down the artificial veil of separation and see with understanding eyes that the basic needs, wants and desires of almost every human alive are fundamentally the same. Underlying all of this social manipulation is the MC agenda, and this agenda remains constant regardless of who They pick to run any country.

The projected illusion of pitting opposites against each other with staged acrimonious sound bites is another successful MC variation of Divide and Conquer. While families are at each other’s throats arguing religion and politics at the dinner table, the MC are smugly enjoying a member’s only pizza party together behind closed doors.

PATRIOTISM: As far as the MC are concerned, patriotism is for peons. This clever form of emotional manipulation instills a strong sense of national loyalty by forever dangling the elusive promises of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness, and lately to ad nauseam, freedom and democracy.

The issue at heart here is not whether happiness and other virtues are worth pursuing, or whether our soldiers and veterans should receive our unwavering gratitude and appreciation. The issue underpinning everything is always the MC agenda, and They have never had a problem using the good hearts in humanity against humanity. It’s also worth noting that the MC controlled governments running the world today do not reciprocate the loyalty expected of its citizens in any way. It’s a one-sided deal to the death.

Patriotism is a useful hived-mind weapon for it covers several bases at once. It is designed to evoke an overwhelming feeling of national pride as it serves to emotionally trigger an entire country’s mass consciousness into believing that all of its citizens are on the side of justice and thereby on the winning team, a winning team worth defending at any cost. The feelings invoked by a united sense of patriotism can become so powerful that a loyal citizenry wouldn’t hesitate to heed the call to stand and defend whatever civil liberties they perceive as threatened without ever questioning the motives behind those giving the orders.

Once a nation has been fully armed in patriotism, the MC expect Their trained baby elephants to loyally encourage future generations in the respected tradition of fighting and dying for the national team. With the voluntary infantry enlistments come the blood offerings of countless patriotic servicemen and servicewomen who have been and are being ritualistically sacrificed as cannon fodder in the proxy power struggles of Their twisted domination game.

For a dated glimpse into the MC mindset, check out the document titled Silent Weapons for Quiet Wars.

Oh, and following the money on this one will see you hit pay dirt. Military Industrial Complex, Veteran’s Administration, Tri-Lateral Commission, 1871 Albert Pike, super PACs, lobbyists, shadow governments, super space program, smuggling black market guns and drugs, proxy wars, mercenary armies, etc.

3.       RACE-COLOR-GENDER

We were told we were inferior and we believed it.

In believing the lie, we lorded over others in order to feel superior.

Divide and conquer at its very best and an insult to us all. What would our communities be like if we weren’t being purposefully brainwashed day and night with targeted propaganda devised to convince us that our physical differences - something we are born with and have little control over for crying out loud - are worth killing for? hurting for? suffering for? dying for? Why? I have often wondered, would we really notice or even care if those around us were different so long as they were good at heart and kind to us? In my experience, humanity’s true nature really does feel the call to reciprocate genuine kindness when received, and it’s contagious.

We are all human, and we humans have a common history whether we know it yet or not. We are all powerful if we want to be. We all matter. Period.

Oh, and don’t forget to follow the money. Equal rights and affirmative action groups, the truth behind the feminist movement, NAACP, human rights activist groups, trade unions, etc.

4.       EDUCATIONAL SYSTEM

We were told we were not smart enough to know the truth and we believed it.

In believing the lie, we ensured that we would always be lied to.

I have long been devoted to a life of learning. For me, our very self-empowerment is predicated upon it. The observations in this section are not intended in any way to minimize the value or virtues of a good and factual education. But like many parents with children in the school system have already figured out, the curriculum we are forced to reckon with today is not designed to give our future generations a good and factual education.

It appears that what passes for a classroom these days is more like a government sponsored programming center for indoctrinating “good workers” who will hustle for those “good jobs” everyone is always talking about yet there are never enough of. And BTW, whatever happened to encouraging useful skills like critical thinking, problem solving and a lot of imagination?

The children of the new millennium are different souls with different needs and the establishment isn’t even trying to keep up with them, their compulsory attendance notwithstanding. Anymore it seems that grade school is where creativity and constructive thinking go to die, and where our children by the millions must be medicated with mind altering drugs in order to suppress their magic and dumb the rest down.

There are so many emotionally charged objectives wrapped up in the ideals of a good education that it falls upon us all to learn more about what is directing the current system and what needs to be changed. Check into 1992 United Nations Agenda 21 and its 2015 update Agenda 2030 for further insight.

Oh, and don’t forget to follow the money trail here because this is a big one. How about the student loan scam for starters? The MC bank gets to finance the MC educational program required to get the “good job” with an MC company. It’s time we start asking better questions such as who’s making all the rules in this equation? He who makes the rules controls the game and the money. Maybe we need to learn how to do real math.

Other money trails worth investigating are usual suspects such as charters, grants, donations, that namesake science lab or campus library, Yale Skull and Bones, and then see if you can answer this: what does the best education your money can buy really get you?

5.       FINANCIAL STATUS-CLASS SYSTEM

We were told there will never be enough and we believed it.

In believing the lie, we accepted Their rations as They purloined our wealth.

The powerful spell of money has been considered by many to be the repertory fail-safe of the MC control system. It’s hard to argue with this sentiment when considering that absolutely nothing in our world has been unaffected by the irrational seduction of the grandest illusion of them all.

Dividing people into income brackets has served to segregate us into competitive groups based upon a standardized perception of worth. Yet who sets the standards for determining our worth? The IRS? Which BTW is a terroristic tax collecting private corporation not even under government control. We have all been conditioned to be so afraid of the IRS that no one ever thinks to ask the important questions like who is really running the IRS? And where do our tax dollars really go?

One of the things we have never been told is how the projected production value of each newborn life is appraised, bundled and pledged as collateral against our nation’s misappropriated debt. All it takes is a certificate of live birth and the assignment of a tax ID number and voila! They calculate what They believe to be the consummate worth of your entire life and proceed to pledge your life’s full asset value against Their investment activities as if your life were Theirs to pledge.

It’s a made up debt that can never be paid. Am I missing something or where in this set up do we the people see any true benefit? Not only are we conceived in debt, we are born into a debt that can never be paid. Sounds like indentured servitude to me, except it’s really more like a sinister form of enslavement. To keep the whole scheme going is merely to convince the uninitiated in the illusion of free market enterprise and the virtues of capitalism I guess.

Yet we all must have it, as much of it as we can get cuz that old saying is right. Money is what makes the world go ‘round. We need it to survive. We need it to eat, to sleep, to stay warm, to work, to live and we even need it to die because it was determined long before we were born that we must pay to play Their money game if we want to live and die on the planet of our birth. And the size of our balance sheet will forever be the gauge of our social value and our perceived place within established society.

We may not believe we have the power between us to bring down the malevolent monetary system as it stands, but that doesn’t mean we don’t have the power to break the spell that binds each of us to the money matrix. In breaking the spell, we can begin to neutralize the multitude of emotional triggers and responses we’ve been vigorously programmed with and begin using money as a tool instead of a weapon.

There is so much research to be done on this topic that it would be impossible for me to cover it all, and frankly, I have no intention of it. We all need to find our own truth and that means doing your own research. I will conclude with a few quotes by several familiar MC front men on this hot button subject:

“Money is a new form of slavery, and distinguishable from the old simply by the fact that it is impersonal – that there is no human relation between master and slave.” Leo Tolstoy, Russian writer.

“It is well enough that people of the nation do not understand our banking and money system, for if they did, I believe there would be a revolution before tomorrow morning.” Henry Ford, founder of the Ford Motor Company.

“Let me issue and control a nation’s money and I care not who writes the laws.” Mayer Amschel Rothschild (1744-1812), founder of the House of Rothschild and controllers of most of the world’s central banks.

Oh, and don’t forget to follow your fiat money straight to your bankrupt central bank for the gold They said was in Fort Knox vanished long ago.

I consider the list above to be merely a snapshot of some of the more obvious or notable social enslavement strategies. This list is clearly not thorough, let alone complete. It is only a beginning, to be used as an alternative perception tool for seeing our established social structures through fresh eyes. Hopefully its inclusion here will encourage further research in those who care to know more on these and other related topics such as the Entertainment industry, the Medical Mafia, the stranglehold on Science.

Knowledge empowers.

© by DK King

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