#vermin-veteran

[voidsentprinces]

[firestorm09890]

Limbus Company being listed as having "no woke content" on the big list of "woke" games is so fucking funny

because first of all, Library of Ruina is also on there, labeled "informational" (which seems like the middle ground between "too woke to even play" and "not woke"), with this as its "woke" warning points:

Contains subtly anti-capitalism, subtly pro-transhumanism, and subtly pro-LGBTQ+ messaging. Heavy social commentary regarding economic struggle, class differences, and human augmentation.

and somehow all that in Limbus Company didn't get this, even though it's literally the same world? Even if it was added to the list before Timekilling Time (commentary on an extremely broken system that allows the rich to keep getting richer and keeps the poor struggling) or Canto IV (no matter the selfless intent of the inventor, capitalism will twist new technologies into something that will make people bleed to feed the machine), the game STARTS with "veterans are seen as not people but tools of war that will be tossed aside as vermin as soon as they're no longer needed" and leaps straight into Canto II's "capitalism bad" and then I guess Canto III's "fascism bad" (though we know that people crying about politics in games never seem to notice how several games where you kill fascists are already political). there's also the same transhumanism stuff as before.

secondly. lgbtq+. Ishmael and Queequeg are gay as fuck, and there's Shrenne and Ran (missyouran... star star heart heart heart), and I guess that’s never really outright stated, but "subtly pro-LGBTQ+ messaging" gets you the "informational" label.

again, assuming this was added on release, none of that would have been known to them yet (unless they read moby dick, which was actually even more explicit about them being in a relationship, but let's be realistic they absolutely did not read moby dick). but every single sinner was based on a male literary character, and yet half of them are female, a choice made for balancing genders, which, to use the woke content detector terminology, is "overtly pro-DEI messaging". Raskolnikov from Crime and Punishment is a woman. Ishmael is a woman, and so is the famous Captain Ahab. Don Quixote is a woman*.

but the best part of it all

this game is not considered by these people, who faint at the sight of same-sex romanceable options or the lack of a clean "male/female" in character creators, to be "woke"

DESPITE THE NARRATOR OF THE ENTIRE GAME USING THEY/THEM PRONOUNS

[amazingabellini]

Every Single Thing 621 is Called on Rubicon

Dog Augmented Human C4-621 You 621 Intruder Illegal Enemy AC Merc Corp AC Registration number Rb23 Raven Callsign: Raven Mercenary Corporate Merc Corporate Dog Interloper Military Force Hostile AC Shameless Coral scavenger Independent Mercenary Hunter Sharp A local An Independent A merc who only kills for credits A real merc G13 G13 Raven Kiddo Freelancer Maggot Fake Redgun Tagalong Sewing club member Not a total amateur Not a pro Corporate Vulture Mere pawn Scavenger Hound of Walter Competition Good for nothing Good for something Wretched vulture Unidentified AC Damn Hyena Rotten Money-grubber Corporate scum Enemy backup One of the infamous Walter's hounds Wallclimber War buddies Comrade Buddy Intruder Doser Shameless Corporate Dog Greedy Mercenary Greedy hound Daring A symbol of resolve Only Other Person That Can Keep Up With Me You Again Old Augmentation Recalcitrant Mutt Vermin Pest The Pest of Rubicon Code 15 Raven the Wallclimber Code 31C Solo Independent Mercenary Pitiful Dog Gen 4 Fine hound Another dead dog Older type of Augmented Human Tourist No ordinary tourist Smart Cookie No slouch A cut above the rest Not afraid of anything Belongs in a museum Freak My favorite little Tourist A certain someone New friend The Freelancer from the dam raid Target Walter's Hound Solo AC Independent Merc Trespasser to Rubicon Walking Advertisement Mascot AC of Unknown Affiliation Suspected Corporate Hire Single AC Code 5, Unknown AC Independent Mercenary Assembly That AC Hostile AC Priority Subject for Termination One helluva merc Hired Operative Intruding AC Grunt Famous Mercenary Fine Soldier One Loose End Corpse Quick on the uptake Not like those savages Cur Scoundrel Oathbreaker Just an AC Patchwork AC Better than the other ACs Like a bird in flight Killer Menace to Rubicon Target for Termination Unknown Intruder Intrusion Attempt Menace Volunteer The Objective Just a Gen 4 Strong Worthy of your name False Alarm Impostor Impressive Pilot Wormkiller Threat to Planetary Closure 20 Iguazus A Real Redgun Not so Special Too Dangerous to Keep Around Not Afraid to Die The Only G13 Who's Managed To Live This Long Strong A Threat Dangerous Another Threat to Rubicon Veteran The Mercenary Who Took Your Name Rat Fool The Big One Corporate pawn Rather Extraordinary Gen 4 Augmentation High Level Threat Strong Candidate One of Allmind's The One Rusty was talking about Head in the Clouds Old-Gen Alive Handler's Hound Old Colleague Subject Beast of burden Guest of Honor The Key Smartass Freelancer Wonderful People Demon Miserable Relic Trigger for the Change to come Dog without a shred of intelligence Not worthy of humanity Stray Dog Obstacle Faithful Hound Biggest Threat Legacy Augmentation The Greatest Obstacle The Liberator of Rubicon The only one The Spark of War The Fires that Haunt Rubicon The Monster who Burned the Stars One With Allmind Aberrations to The Plan Trigger for Coral Release Irregular The Old-Gen Who Could Do It All

The Freelancer Who Had It All

[wilwheaton]

During a Veterans Day speech on Saturday, Trump called his political opponents and critics “vermin” and accused them of being a bigger threat to the U.S. than countries such as Russia, China, and North Korea. Historians and researchers were quick to warn that his language was reminiscent of authoritarian leaders including Hitler and Mussolini. Trump campaign spokesman Steven Cheung defended the former president’s comments with some reasonable language of his own. “Those who try to make that ridiculous assertion are clearly snowflakes grasping for anything because they are suffering from Trump Derangement Syndrome and their entire existence will be crushed when President Trump returns to the White House,” Cheung told The Washington Post on Monday. Cheung later added that he meant to say their “sad, miserable existence” instead of their “entire existence.”

Trump Team Responds to Hitler Accusations by Proving Accusers Right

[orbularborbular]

He called my immigrant friends “vermin” and said they were “poisoning the blood” of this country. He bragged, on camera, about sexually assaulting women. He was found civilly liable for rape in NY and has nearly 30 sexual assault allegations pending against him, spanning 5 decades. He cheated on his wife with a porn star shortly after she gave birth, then committed election fraud to cover it up – leading him to be found guilty on 34 felony counts. He described prolific pedophile Jeffrey Epstein as a "terrific guy". He defrauded a children’s cancer charity, repeatedly lied on his taxes, cheated every business partner he ever had, and was consequently banned from doing business in the state of NY. His massive tax cuts for the wealthy ballooned our national debt by 1.9 TRILLION dollars. He sicced paramilitary thugs on protesters and journalists, quipping that he “wish he had Hitler’s generals”. He mocked POWs and called our veterans suckers and losers – having dodged the draft himself, of course. He ripped children away from their parents and locked them in cages. He suggested that we inject bleach into our veins to deal with Covid. He remarked to one of his relatives – a man with a disabled child – that we should just let disabled people die. He also asked why we couldn’t drop a nuclear bomb on a hurricane to prevent it making landfall. He said he “fell in love” with North Korean dictator Kim Jong Un, and publicly declared that he trusted Vladimir Putin more than our own intelligence agencies. He abandoned our Kurdish allies to slaughter and invited the Taliban to Camp David. He tried to overturn a free and fair election with legal trickery, and when that failed, violence. He refused to call off the mob of his supporters as they trashed the capitol and beat police officers to death. He chuckled when one of his cultists bashed in the skull of 82-year-old Paul Pelosi. He stole state secrets – including nuclear secrets – and stored them in a bathroom at his public golf club. He obstructed the FBI’s attempts to retrieve the classified documents, leading to dozens of pending felony charges in multiple states.

And yet, somehow, all of this was preferable to a black woman.

I’ve learned my lesson, America. Truth means nothing. Laws means nothing. The only things that matter are money and power, and the worst man imaginable is better than the most qualified woman.

[contemplatingoutlander]

I’m starting to think Donald Trump is sounding like Hitler on purpose

Satirist Alexandra Petri hits another one out of the ballpark. ⚾😁 This is a gift🎁link, so anyone can read this column, even if they don't subscribe to The Washington Post. Below are some excerpts:

Sorry! I know! You are sick of hearing about Donald Trump! “Don’t worry,” people keep saying. Donald Trump did just promise to “root out” the internal enemies who “live like vermin” in our country, but he only might be the next president. I don’t mean to worry you, but people are running around with their hair on fire, saying they are suffering from intense, nauseating levels of déjà vu, and those people are historians. I don’t like seeing historians this stressed out. If something in my house has to emit an ominous beeping, I want it to be the alarm clock, not the smoke detector. “We pledge to you that we will root out the communists, Marxists, fascists and the radical left thugs that live like vermin within the confines of our country that lie and steal and cheat on elections,” Trump announced on Veterans Day. And when people complained that sounded like something Adolf Hitler would say, a spokesman responded that “their entire existence will be crushed when President Trump returns to the White House.” Which, to be fair, also sounds like something Hitler would say. When you say, “What you just said sounds very much like Hitler’s rhetoric,” you don’t want that to be taken as a challenge. The response you are hoping for is something more like: “Oh no! That was not how we meant to sound, and we are going to leave political life and rethink everything about ourselves and hope that by our final day, we can say we atoned a little bit.” This is not a problem that most candidates have! Ominous, dictatorial rhetoric is not a hard thing to avoid for most candidates. Except possibly for the ones who are running for school boards on the platform of “Let’s ban books,” which also, candidly, I do not love. I can see accidentally saying something like, “I love to stand on a balcony” or “I am interested to see more fashion by Hugo Boss,” but those are not the kinds of things we are talking about. You cannot just “oops” your way into dehumanizing huge swaths of the population. [color emphasis added]

I encourage folks to use the gift link above to read the rest of this column. These are frightening times, but I'm always grateful that when some of us get tired of screaming in fear😱, Alexandra Petri can make us laugh.😂

[niqhtlord01]

The Great Git Hunt Part 2: The Hunt for the Red Angel

The first signs of the coming storm were ironically the sudden drastic decline in ork planetary assaults. Imperial commanders awoke to find the greenskin forces they had been fighting against for decades in protracted wars had seemingly packed up and left the conflicts without a trace. While the less experienced commanders rejoiced at the sudden shift in their fortunes the more veteran commanders who had gritted their teeth against the orks knew that orks lived for battle, and if they were leaving good fights then something far beyond their measure was calling them. An intuition that proved true, as the call of Ghazghkull Mag Uruk Thraka to hunt down the daemon Primarch Angron was not a summons one could easily defy.

Some Warboss’s tried and continued their waaagh’s, outright ignoring the green prophet. They did not last long as they quickly found themselves assaulted by Ghazghkull’s sub commanders and were cut down in front of all their bois to see.

It soon became clear to every ork that only WAAAAGH that mattered was Ghazghkull’s, and any other warboss was well to keep that in mind lest the green prophet came for them next.

While planetary assaults did decrease, raids against shipping lanes increased a hundred fold as ork ships raided any and all ships they could find for information.

Xeno species such as the Tau knew nothing of the Primarch and were swiftly slain after each interrogation. The Eldar and Drukari spoke only in riddles which frustrated the orks to no end and so they chained them up in the squig pens to loosen their flappy bits. Even the Necrons were not spared the uncharacteristically inquisitive dialogue of the orks, though they grew tired of such guttural degradations of the spoken word and more often flayed the orks rather than suffer more than a minute of their company.

The most valuable sources of information the orks quickly found was amongst the human traders and merchants that travelled the lengths of the Imperium of Man.

Normally the Inquisition would have silenced the nature of chaos from even the lowliest of hive dwellers, but since the fall of Cadia and the opening of the Great Rift their ability to silence the nature of their great enemy had evaporated. Merchant ships were more than ever needed for critical resupply and as such the Imperial navy began warning them of hostile chaos fleets and worlds under siege by the great enemy to have them divert and keep their precious cargo safe. Information the merchant captains happily passed along to their greenskin interrogators to spare their lives.

Orks felt a surge of joy as they felt closer than ever to finding their prey; but soon found the lack of nuance the captains had between the forces of chaos to be more of a hindrance than expected.   

On the moon of Joria VI the Thousand Sons sorcerer Ashmeer was conducting a grand ritual that used the alignment of planets in system to open war rift only for an ork space hulk to emerge from the warp and collide with the moon, shattering it in the process and putting an end to Ashmeer and his ritual.

On the former Forge world of Orion Prime, the Plague Lord Fulgar the Vermin Lord had just finished reducing the hive cities into mounds of rusting metal and gurgling swamps when Warboss Big Tinka arrived. He found navigating the swamps and insect infested forests tiresome and so had his burn’na bois put half the planet to the torch while they fought the plague lord’s forces. It wasn’t until half the world had been reduced to cinder that the Warboss and Fulgar came to blows and Big Tinka learned that these weren’t the right chaos bois. To the Plague Lord’s surprise the orks packed up and left the world soon after leaving a dumb founded Fulgar laughing as he had a new tale to share with the great grandfather Nurgle.

On the Slaanesh daemon world of Silviya, the Ork Warboss Bug Smasha found himself and his bois trapped in a continent sized maze as all the walls are purple. This predicament at first amused the Emperor’s Children warlord Ya’tel the Faithless as the Warboss would walk headfirst into walls he could not see over and over. Ya’tel ceased laughing however when the orks begin using feces to smear the walls to mark where they��d been.

Across the length of the Great Rift Chaos forces found their operations and schemes interrupted by ork forces at every turn. It was almost impossible for the Warbosses to control their boi’s once the fighting got started, but rein them in they did out of sheer fear of Ghazghkull when they learned they weren’t the right chaos gits.

It was beginning to look like the Red Angel would remain just out of the green prophet’s furious grasp when finally a lead came in from the most unsuspecting of informants.

A little known Warboss by the name of Gorgutz 'Ead 'Unter, emerged from the warp aboard his massive Kill Koozer Sturnn’s Bane, when he stumbled upon an imperial convoy of refugee ships fleeing the system.  The battle with the protecting escort ships was painfully short and several of the refugee ships were captured in Traktor Kannons and their survivors brought before the Warboss.

Unlike the other of his Kind, Gorgutz had fought enough for the spiky gits to know the differences between them and asked the right questions to the cowering humans.

Gorgutz: WAt’cha runn’in from?

Gazareth: T-ttt-ttt-traitors.

Gorgutz: Ye’h?

Gorgutz: Wha bann’a they got?

Gazareth: I….I don’t unders-

Gorgutz: *Grabs human by throat with power claw and hoists them up as the other humans start wailing.

Gorgutz: See dat?

*Directs Gazareth’s gaze at the Warbosses banner

Gorgutz: DAt’z MY BANN’A! Yu See’z dat and yu’z knows yu fight’n BIG BAD GORGUTZ!!!!

Surrounding Orks: *Cheering and wooping as they stomp their feet.

Gorgutz: SHUT IT!

Gorgutz: *Puts human down; leans over them.

Gorgutz: U’z git it now?

Gazareth: YES! YES! GOD EMPEROR YES!

Gorgutz: Gud; now, wha bann’a these spiky bois got?

Gazareth: It was a great maw, and –and-and there was a planet in between its teeth!

Gorgutz: Yea?

Gorgutz: Draw it.

Gazareth: But…I have nothing to-

Gorgutz: *Grabs nearest Gretchin and with swift snap of powerklaw decapitates it. He then proceeds to toss the body over to Gazareth as the blood pools out of its neck.

Gazareth: * Hesitating for a moment, they reluctantly dip their finger into the blood and begin to draw the symbol they saw on the Chaos Space Marine’s pauldrons.

Gorgutz: *Watches the symbol take shape and begins to smile. It is a symbol he has seen before a long time ago on a world that was the first cornerstone of his rise to power.

Gorgutz: Das gud; real gud.

Gorgutz: *Leans down to come face to face with Gazareth.

Gorgutz: A’n u’z see da git who led deez spiky bois?

Gazareth: *Takes several nervous gasps as he looks into the ork’s red eye.

Gorgutz: Go’on den; I ain’t gonna hurt’z ya.

Gorgutz: Tell me wha dey look’d like a’d I’ll let’s u’z go on ya way.

Gazareth: I heard there was a great daemon, tall as a building that led them.

Gazareth: They had coils hammered into their skull and wings as big to block out the sun.

Gorgutz: Any��ting else?

Gazareth: They wore a dozen skulls around their neck, like trophies.

Gorgutz:  *Stands up and starts laughing.

Gorgutz: We’z GOT’M!

Gorgutz: *Turns to second

Gorgutz: Cast off dat trash and git us back to the big boss.

Gazareth: But you said I would be let go!

Gorgutz: *Turns back grinning

Gorgutz: I lied.

Gorgutz: *Motions for guards to take hummies away.

Gorgutz: Lock’m up! But keep’m whole.

Gorgutz: Ghazghkull gonna wanna hear dis.

[seriously-not-horny]

Voilà!

In View, a humble Vaudevillian Veteran, cast Vicariously as both Victim and Villain by the Vicissitudes of Fate. This Visage, no mere Veneer of Vanity, is a Vestige of the Vox populi, now Vacant, Vanished. However, this Valorous Visitation of a by-gone Vexation stands Vivified, and has Vowed to Vanquish these Venal and Virulent Vermin Vanguarding Vice and Vouchsafing the Violently Vicious and Voracious Violation of Volition.

The only Verdict is Vengeance; a Vendetta, held as a Votive, not in Vain, for the Value and Veracity of such shall one day Vindicate the Vigilant and the Virtuous.

Verily, this Vichyssoise of Verbiage Veers most Verbose, so let me simply add that it is my Very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.

[ralfmaximus]

Note that this is Forbes saying he sounds like a Nazi.

Forbes is the news service created by and for rich people, not some wild liberal rag. More media coverage like this, please. The man is a Nazi.

Unpaywalled article here.

[wilanserulia]

FFXIV Write 2024 - Prompt 24 - Bar

“Would you put that godsdamn drink down and LOOK AT ME!?” It was more than a little uncharacteristic for Wilan to lose his temper like this, but his mounting sense of urgency was clashing violently with the relaxed atmosphere of that peaceful beach bar, cradled by the gentle waves of Costa del Sol’s beach. The burly veteran, however, didn’t seem to share the same urgency.

He was a Roegadyn by the name of Wheiskaet. Nowadays he was a personal guard to Gegeruju, but Wilan remembered him from before the Calamity as a member of the Company of Heroes, a group of adventurers who worked independently from Minfilia’s organization to slay Primals. They weren’t even blessed with the Echo. While he had never met them himself, he remembered one time when Nessa and he had hiked all the way to O’Ghomoro to slay Titan, just to find out that by the time they got on the scene the Company of Heroes had already dealt with him.

Wheiskaet took his sweet time gulping down his ale. The more Wilan fumed, the more he seemed to enjoy testing his patience. It was only when he could see the bottom of his tankard that he so much as glanced in his direction. “Oh, it’s you again.” he acknowledged him, as if he had just noticed him. “What was it that you wanted, again?” “TITAN!” Wilan screamed furiously, making even the bartender flinch. Wheiskaet, however, was nonplussed.

“Ooohh right, right” he said, irritatingly drawling the words “You’re that hotshot adventurer trying to take a shortcut to fame and glory. Wilian or something.” “Wilan.” he corrected him through his teeth. “And look, as I’ve told you before I’ve spent the last eight years of my life adventuring, believe me I’m not in it for the fame.” “Right.” He replied sardonically “You’re a veteran, I can tell. No doubt many basements can claim to be free of vermin thanks to your heroic intervention. Your mother must be proud. But this is a Primal we’re talking about.”

It had only been a few weeks prior that Wilan had learned that in the wake of the Seventh Umbral Calamity the island he hailed from had been erased from the nautical maps. His mother, his brother, his father, and everyone else he had known back home were dead, victims of Bahamut’s fury. He hadn’t yet allowed himself time to grieve. And now it was not the time, either. He pushed that pain back down into the depths of his soul.

“Look,” Wilan said through clenched teeth, in a considerable effort to remain calm. “I’ve slayed Primals already. I know how this works.” “You have certainly claimed so.” Wheiskaet said, slouching come comfortably on his stool, with the face of somebody getting ready to enjoy a performance. “Ifrit, was it?” “And Garuda.” Wilan growled in response. “And King Moggle Mog the Twelfth.” The Roegadyn snorted. “You’ve made that moogle one up, didn’t you?” He turned around to loudly laugh with the barman, who awkwardly joined him. He became serious all of a sudden though, leaned forward and inquired. “As for Garuda, well... that’s an interesting tale. I’ve heard no reports of the Ixali attempting a summoning.” “Not recently, you idiot. A couple yea–“ he caught himself as he was saying it. “I mean, some seven years ago.” Wheiskaet lifted an eyebrow, as if he had heard a really good joke. “Seven years ago? But I thought you have been an adventurer for eight? What, you claimed a victory on the Lady of the Vortex in your teens?” …Gods damn it, Louisoix.

Granted, he could have told him about being at the battle of Cartenau Flats, the day Dalamud Fell. He could have told him how Louisoix Leveilleur invoked the power of Althyk to spare him certain death. And he could have told him of how he was propelled five years forward in time from that fateful moment. Somehow, though, he felt like saying the truth was going to make Wheiskaet even less likely to believe him. Still, Gods above, this condition had been nothing but traumatic so far. Before today it never felt so... utterly infuriating.

“Look, all I need to know is how to reach Titan’s lair. Instead, all you’ve done is sending me on fool’s errand after fool’s errand, running me ragged, all while people’s lives are at stake! What the fuck is wrong with you!?” At this, Wheiskaet stood up, his Roegadyn build towering over Wilan’s. “Aye. People’s lives are at stake. Including yours.” he growled, his voice sounding more serious than it had their entire conversation. “I’m not going to send some untrained fool to die under the heel of the Lord of Crags.” “Untrained–“ Wilan’s blood started to boil. “Who the fuck are you calling an untrained fool!? I was part of the raid to take Castrum Novum!” He screamed confrontationally, pointing a thumb at his own chest. “I joined the Grand Companies’ operation in Rivenroad!” One step forward, his voice rising even louder, his eyes screaming bloody murder. “I killed Nael van Darnus myself!”

Wheiskaet regarded him with his arms crossed, never backing down a single step, waiting for him to finish his speech. Only then, with a smirk, he said: “If you’re such a big deal, how come I’ve never heard of you?”

Wilan choked a frustrated scream into his hands.

[lucacangettathisass]

THE WARMTH OF YOUR DOORWAYS

-

"He likes you, you know."

"I know."

"You going to give him a chance?"

"Oh not at all. Nice boy like him? I would ruin him."

-

You're an Eldian woman living in Liberio, and you know what that entails.

It entails living under constant surveillance, being looked upon as vermin, being spat at in the street. You've known this since you were a little girl, and watched a guard gun down a stray you had foolishly fed.

You vowed to never let another stray into your life.

But there's something about the one eyed and one legged veteran that you see to and from the brothel where you work, something that reminds you of that mangy, feral little creature that had stolen your heart, back when you were more able to give it away freely.

And then there's Zeke, who's grandparents you still live next door to. Ever since he came back from the island, something about him has been different. He's still warm to you, still tries his best to pull strings for you, still sees you at work so you have time to relax and not be forced to entertain the same men who see you as an animal. But there's an edge to him now. Something you don't recognize.

Maybe you should stop stretching out your hand so much.

-

Includes: female sex worker reader (and all that that entails), love triangle between the yeager brothers, yandere antics, 'it will come back' by hozier vibes, you know that scene in 'the batman' 2022 where selina says "i have a thing about strays"? yeah, the rest of the warrior unit including the kids, heavy amounts of cynicism and jadedness from reader, discussions on revolution and resistance, For The Love Of God Someone Help Reiner

@blckbrdlove if you want to be tagged lmk!

[captain-needs-threopy]

🥀Voila!🥀

🥀In view, humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the “vox populi” now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin, van guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous.

Verily this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it’s my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V🥀

[cliozaur]

The best part of today's chapter: "This network of cellars has its immemorial population of prowlers, rodents, swarming in greater numbers than ever; from time to time, an aged and veteran rat risks his head at the window of the sewer and surveys the Parisians; but even these vermin grow tame, so satisfied are they with their subterranean palace."

[episodic-chaos]

"You too, will be a live offering....."

(Drew this to help me unwind after a marathon of finals, and I figured I'd share a bit more about this design under the cut.)

(The idea I had that Doomsday Calendar is found in the same branch where you encounter the G Corp veterans, starved and desperate, regarded as human garbage by the City that created them. That amidst the chaos of Canto 1, one of them might've fled down to EGO storage and found a weapon that felt like it...resonated with her. A weapon that let her be not helpless vermin, but an almighty creature that demanded tribute and swept aside anything that would not give it in a terrifying apocalypse. A weapon that slowly Corroded away Senja the scout in the days after Limbus Company left in defeat, until only a brutal Prophet remained.)

[tomorrowusa]

Even people in red states think that Trump is deranged.

Over the last few months, as his future life of incarceration becomes increasingly more apparent, Donald Trump has lost his grip on whatever fragments of sanity he possessed previously. And he is now firmly in the land of crazy dictator.  Oh, you disagree?  Well, let me remind you that on Veterans’ Day, Trump’s message to the country was not one of gratitude and inspiration for the troops. Instead, it was a promise that, if elected in 2024, he would rid the country of his political opponents, which he referred to as “vermin.”  You know who else called political opponents vermin?  Hitler and Mussolini.  They also denigrated certain groups of people, claiming that their mere existence within their countries tainted bloodlines and made the countries weaker. They painted these groups as enemies and used the vermin rhetoric to reduce them to subhuman species that deserved to be mistreated and killed. 

And here we have a former U.S. president doing the same. As people, including thousands of Bible-thumping, constitution-waving Christians in this state, cheer him on. Buy swag with his face on it. Fly flags with his name on them. 

If you heard somebody on the street screaming about "vermin" and threatening to crush his enemies, you'd rightfully assume that person is bonkers and possibly dangerous. That's what Trump is: deranged and probably dangerous.

Trump's demented threats have been normalized in public discourse and in the media. Sorry, but when a politician starts talking concentration camps and using the government to punish his enemies, that's not normal; and there's plenty of history to show what happens when such people are entrusted with power.

And people who listen to such politicians are themselves lacking in the normalcy department.

Look, if you want to vote for a Republican for president, while I think that’s insane unless you’re ultra-wealthy, go for it. Maybe something will trickle down for you eventually. There are probably a couple of candidates in the ongoing debates who could beat Joe Biden.  But we’ve got to stop this cult-like following of Trump. There’s more than enough evidence at this point that he’s broken dozens of laws, violated the constitution and cares way more about himself and his personal ambitions than he does about this country.  Your continued support of such an individual makes you as crazy as he is.

Trump belongs in a treatment center – not the Oval Office.

Don't let idiot MAGA relatives go unanswered at holiday gatherings when they sympathize with Trump's Nazi-style plans for a second term. Of course you won't change their minds, but it's important to let others hear that such views are unhinged as well as un-American.

[flippityflaps]

Voila!

In View a humble vaudevillian veteran cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate this visage no mere veneer of vanity is a vestige of the vox populi now vacant vanished however this valourous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent, vermin, vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volitioni, the only veredict is vengance; a vendetta held as votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate, the vigilant and the virtuous.

Verily, this vichyssoise of most verbiage veers verbose, so let me simply add that its my very good honour to meet you and you may call me V

-V, V for vendetta