#watch your damn kids before they become part of the trolley problem

[area51-escapee]

I don’t hate kids, but I do hate when I almost send a toddler flying down the soup aisle in Walmart cuz they ran out in front of my cart, I need parents to start putting their kids in the cart, or holding their hands, or fucking leashing them, ANYTHING please

[freedfromthegalactichivemind]

#im one of those people who has the SPECIAL KIND of hatred for the harry potter series#that you can only get by being a huge fan of it as a kid I feel deep sorrow for everyone who has had such an experience. We all have pieces of media that are formative experiences, that dig in and form our souls in one way or another. This was your childhood. It encouraged you to write. And then to go back later and to see the awful things in it beneath the surface that you'd missed before that were in it... and to have the author become just an utter, destructive-turd has got be be an incredibly difficult thing. I didn't have passion for the series, so to try to understand it when I see people who did, I do a thought-experiment on things that I am and have been passionate about. My childhood favorite film and my (still) favorite single book: The Last Unicorn. That book is a huge influence on my writing and even thought. It has a lot to say about being a mortal vs. hypothetical immortality and the power of honest love. If you've read it, you know. The author, Peter S. Beagle is a rather low-key guy. He was desperately poor for a very long time because people he'd worked with cheated him out of rights to things. I have met him in person and gotten autographs on two versions of the book (text and graphic novel) from him and, oh, my God, he is the sweetest person. He is willing to sit at an anime-con table and *talk shop* with an aspiring writer. I think he's like, the anti-Rowling. Or, you know, the franchise that has shaped me perhaps even more - a series I got into as an adult (and have been re-watching and re-reading lately). Trigun. Trigun and the Trigun Maximum anime and manga (and it's recent reboot). To describe it would take too long, but the gist of it is that it is an exploration of the concept of pacifism vs. justified violence, a series of trolley-problems with extra people and extra trolleys, an exploration of how humans use and abuse resources and each other. Also sci-fi western landscapes, guns, soooo many big ridiculous guns and people who wear way too many belts! This series eats souls, I tell you. And I think it actually made me a better person - more willing to see all sides of any given issue and more interested in finding peaceful and equitable solutions. I know, weird for a series where there are minor villains that wear neon suits and have trains grafted into them and there's a race of beings that lives in lightbulbs, but, yeah. The manga-artist behind it all is, by all accounts and interviews, an incredibly chill guy. Goofy. A geek. It's not a gay-manga (despite what the fandom interprets), but there are actual trans characters. (One is a villain, but is, like the strongest human on the planet and she is not a villain due to being trans, she's a villain because of loyalty to the main and being a part of a group of villains where everyone's testing their maximum strength. One is neutral and their gender is bugs. I don't even think they have a gender in a human sense and it's treated as kind of fluid). So, again, an Anti-Rowling. I do the thought-experiment of "What if they were jerks? What if they turned into jerks?" And I can't imagine it. I just can't imagine if these people whose works have informed my own work and my life experience so damn much fell down some horrible anti-human-rights and oh, lookit me I'm so persecuted rabbit hole. It would be like having my liver ripped out. So, yeah... I'm sorry. It makes sense that it causes a media-trauma-response.

Someone tagged me on Facebook with this today, with the note “Has Entrapta.” I post this with apologies to Harry Potter fandom? I was never “into” Harry Potter, myself. I saw the movies back in the day, but I didn’t read the books and was never a fandom-person for it and was not passionate about it the way a lot of people were. I know that HP is a sore spot for a lot of people because they’d grown up on the books and were so passionate about the story and characters only for the author to become…what she became. I just thought it was neat. I did not make it. I do not know who made it. My friend who sent it to me didn’t link to original source. I think it was a thing she randomly found and decided to save and post because she’s seen Spop and knows what an Entrapta-nut I am, specifically.

[adventures-in-a-world-of-fiction]

The Leverage/Stargate fic I’ll probably never write

I have an idea for a Leverage/Stargate crossover fic but no drive to actually write it. So I’m going to lay down the plot summary of the story that exists in my head. If anyone wants to take some or all of this idea and flesh it out into a full story, you’re welcome to it.

AU!Eliot Spencer went to work for Stargate Command early on in its existence and has been there ever since. He's extremely good at his job but in a ruthless way that has everyone at best wary of him and at worst terrified. He's the guy you send on the most dangerous missions, but he's also the guy you send when you want something awful doing without any questions asked.

The Goa'uld have put a bomb in a child and killing the child is the only way to stop it going off and killing thousands? Eliot Spencer is your guy. The megadeathray gun is surrounded by slaves as human shields? Eliot Spencer is the guy who will blow it up while everyone else is busy arguing about whether there's a better way. Need someone to headshot a Goa'uld and not care about the innocent host? He's the guy who will pull the lever on your trolley problem while everyone else is still arguing the ethical ramifications.

They keep him around because he is really good at his job but also because everything he does is technically for the greater good and you can see the logic in shooting the guy with the alien virus before he can spread it and cause a plague but still, you'd think the guy would show a little remorse about shooting an innocent person in the head. So he doesn't really have friends in the SGC just reluctant allies, but he's doing good and saving the world in his own, violent way.

But then one of the science teams discover something that's giving off the same sort of energy readings as the quantum mirror and Eliot is there to act as bodyguard/escort to the scientists. They bring the shiny, aliens toys back through the Gate but then something gets activated by accident, zapping Eliot, and then suddenly canon!Eliot is there in the base, with an apron and a wooden spoon because he was in the middle of cooking dinner.

Naturally, he's immediately on the offensive because he's apparently been kidnapped and these people are all in military uniform, so he starts fighting and takes down six marines with a wooden spoon but then AU!Eliot is there fighting him and they're evenly matched. Neither can get an upper hand and they only stop when someone shoots them both with a zat while they're locked in combat and knocks them out.

Eliot wakes up heavily restrained and they try to explain that they think he's been pulled from a parallel universe and of course Eliot doesn't believe a word of it because it sounds like something from one of Hardison's weird TV shows, and the guy who looked like him was clearly a trick. He's scared that the other Eliot is part of some plot to get to his team and so of course he's not going to give them any sort of cooperation. Everyone else is scared of him because they know how scary their Eliot Spencer is and they don't want to get on the wrong side of him, but they need to get one of the techs to try and undo what was done, so they get one of the team to bring in the alien gizmo - and it's Hardison.

The Hardison of this world was still a computer genius and got recruited to get alien and human tech to work together. He doesn't really know Eliot because the techs tend to spend most of their time with other techs generally, but also that guy's scary. He really doesn't want to be in the same room as two of them, glaring at each other, because if their Eliot Spencer is the good version, he really doesn't want to know what the evil mirror universe Eliot Spencer is like. But he drew the short straw so he's got to come in and try to get some tech they barely understand to zap this guy back to where he came from.

Canon!Eliot recognises Hardison at once but thinks that he's here as part of a con as a rescue mission, so he pretends to have no idea who he is, but plays along. When Hardison starts explaining about parallel universes and alternate timelines and quantum mirrors, Eliot listens and pretends he might start to believe this technobabble and asks questions like he's starting to be convinced. The first test to send Eliot back to his universe doesn't work but he agrees to cooperate if Hardison keeps working to send him home, because he needs to get out of these restraints anyway if Hardison's rescue plan is to have any chance of succeeding. And the other people who are around standing guard or watching the events unfold are surprised that Eliot would believe Hardison over an alternate universe version of himself.

"Of course I don't trust me. I know me!"

But AU!Eliot knows him too and thinks that he's been convinced too easily and that this is a trick. He knows he would never be so quick to believe a total stranger and thinks that Eliot is just lying to get out of the restraints and then he'll start fighting everyone again, probably taking that tech as a hostage.

But while all this is going on, people are referring to Hardison by his real name and talking to him like he's been here for years, and canon!Eliot starts getting weirded out because Hardison would never use his real name in a con and he has a very distinctive tell when he's playing a part and he's not showing that tell now.

AU!Eliot wouldn't just announce that he doesn't think this guy is telling the truth so he beckons whatever senior officer is present over to the far corner so that they can talk quietly but he can still keep an eye on canon!Eliot and warns him about what he thinks the guy is planning. Meanwhile, Hardison is still running tests on canon!Eliot with the alien tech and now no one is close enough to overhear, so Eliot lets his hair hang in front of his face to shield his mouth from the security cameras and whispers, "Is Parker okay?"

Hardison just goes, "Who's Parker?" in a voice loud enough that everyone in the room can hear it.

"Damn it, Hardison!"

The senior office asks Hardison what happened and he repeats back exactly what Eliot said to him. That's what convinces Eliot that this is real because he knows that Hardison would never do anything to expose Parker and he wouldn't blurt something like that out in the middle of a con after all the years they've been doing this.

"You're not my Hardison, are you?"

"Your Hardison?!"

And Eliot tries to then convince them that he now believes them, even though they're more suspicious than ever because he was pretending to believe them before. Eliot just looks at Hardison and says, "I swear on your Nana's chicken, chilli caserole recipe that I won't hurt you if you let me out of these restraints."

Everyone else is really confused but Hardison is astonished because Nana's chicken chilli caserole recipe is sacred. It's a family secret, but she will only give the recipe to family members she deems worthy, meaning that only one of her foster kids has ever been told it and Hardison (who consists off gummy frogs and orange soda in every universe) has never so much glimpsed the page it's written on. It's a meal that is served on the specialest of special occasions and Nana would guard that recipe with her life.

"You know Nana's recipe?"

"I proved myself worthy at your engagement party. She gave me the recipe for the wedding."

"I'm married in your universe?!"

"Not legally." Because three-way unions aren't legal and besides, the guy they had officiate their wedding dropped out of priest school to become an insurance agent con artist, so it's not exactly official, but that's never stopped them. Hardison is still confused but thinks that maybe it wasn't legal because of gay marriage rules and this means he had an unofficial commitment ceremony to Eliot Spencer. He has to sit down while he processes this.

After some discussion, they let Eliot out of the restraints and he spends a little bit of time in the SGC while Hardison works on the tech. He talks to the alternate version of himself and suggests he take a cooking class and tells him he should get to know Hardison better because, "Once you get past the annoying surface part that makes you want to murder him, he's one of the smartest, bravest, and best people you could ever hope to meet, and half the irritating stuff he does is just to make you smile."

"And the other half?"

"He's just being irritating," but Eliot says this with a soft, caring smile that AU!Eliot hasn't seen in his reflection in a very long time and that makes him think it's worth giving it a shot.

And Eliot talks to Hardison too, telling him that he has absolute trust in his ability to work out all this alien tech stuff and get him home safely because he has people there who need him because he doesn't trust Hardison to feed himself any with more nutritional value than gummy frogs without him there to take care of him. And he convinces Hardison to take a chance on this universe's Eliot because if anyone can get past his defences, it's him. Or Parker, but she doesn't seem to be around in this universe.

And that seems like the perfect moment for Parker to appear out of a vent because she wanted to give herself a challenge breaking into a facility with more security than any museum and she's been listening in on all of this stuff as it unfolds.

So this universe's Hardison and Eliot convince the SGC guards not to shoot Parker because she has a really useful skillset, and canon!Eliot wishes them luck as he gets sent bak to his own world, where his Parker and Hardison are in the middle of tearing the criminal underworld into a million pieces to find out what happened to him.

[imdoingthismspaintadventure]

Worm 1.4 - In which a Worm fights a Wyrm

I felt a chill.  A part of me really wished that I had thought to get my hands on a disposable cell phone.  I didn’t have a utility belt, but the spade shaped section of armor that hung over my spine hid a set of EpiPens, a pen and notepad, a tube of pepper spray meant to hang off a key chain and a zippered pouch of chalk dust.  I could have fit a cell phone back there.  With a cell phone, I could have alerted the real heroes about the fact that Lung was planning to take a score of his flunkies to go and shoot kids.

Damn, she really went unprepared didn’t she? All of the objects mentioned there would probably be useless in a real fight, and with a phone she could alert authorities and not have to worry about biting off more than she can chew.

But as she doesn’t have it now she faces a moral dilemma: do I just ignore it and go back from where I came from and leave the kids to die, or do I jump in and try to disrupt the plans of a dangerous and famous crime boss.

That is less of a trolley problem and more like if there was only one track and you could throw yourself in front of it to derail its course. Cause damn. I guess she could blitz them and then run away?

At least, that’s what I had heard.  I was in a state of disbelief, turning the words around in my head to think of a different context that would make sense of it.  It wasn’t so much the fact that he would do something like that.  I just had a hard time wrapping my head around the idea that anyone would.

Oh. Taylor if something is true in the world, is that people are fucked up. Well some of them. There are also shining examples out there. Humanity as a whole is grand, but there are a lot of individuals that defy imagination with their bad deeds

Lung answered a question for one of his gang members, lapsing briefly into another language.  He grabbed one of his minion’s arms and twisted it to an angle where he could get a look at the guy’s watch, so I guessed it had something to do with their timing or when they were leaving.  The gang member who’d had his arm twisted winced as Lung let it go, but didn’t complain.

Look at this perfect way to see the time! Twist the arm of the person nearest you to see the clock. It’s so petty, I love it. Guess it is also a way to assert his influence and power, if he values those.

What was I supposed to do?  I doubted I could find any place in the Docks that would be willing to let me inside to use their phone.  If I headed to the Boardwalk, I wasn’t sure I would find any places that were still open, and I didn’t have change for a payphone. That was another oversight I would have to correct for the next time I went out.  Cell phone, spare change.

Yeah, I was thinking about that. Her house phone is obviously out of the question, and any other method would probably take too much time, not too mention they would change places and would maybe be impossible to find when security arrives

A car pulled up, and another three guys dressed in gang colors got out and and joined the crowd.  Shortly after, the group – twenty or twenty five in total – started walking north, passing below me as they walked down the street.

Oh great, as if things weren’t loopsided enough, reinforcements

I was out of time to consider my options.  As much as I didn’t want to face it, there was really only one option that I could have no regrets about.  I shut my eyes and focused on every bug on the neighborhood, including the sizable swarm I had gathered on the way into the Docks.  I took control of each of them.

Attack.

Oh damn, we are actually going to do it! Best strategy is probably:

1)Take down as much of the goons as possible while also attacking Lung

2)When he starts counterattacking run the fuck away.

I mean, you still would be in danger but his raid would probably be ruined.

It was dark enough that I could only tell where the swarm was with my power.  That meant I couldn’t even tune out the swarm if I wanted to have any idea about what was going on.  My brain was filled with horrendous amounts of information, as I sensed each bite, each sting. As the thousands of insects and arachnids swarmed over and around the group, I could almost see the outlines of each person, just by sensing the shapes of the surfaces the bugs were crawling on, or the areas the vermin wasn’t occupying.  I focused on keeping the more venomous types at bay for the time being – I didn’t need any allergic thugs going into anaphylactic shock from a bee sting or getting serious complications from the bite of a brown recluse spider.

The sensory overload of her power is seriously daunting. Also one of the most powerful aspects of her power if used correctly.

She’s swarming the group, biting and stinging with the softcore bugs. Doesn’t the brown recluse rot the tissue around the bite? A fully monstrous Taylor would be an utter nightmare

I sensed the fire through the swarm before I realized what I was looking at with my eyes.  My power told me of the bugs’ recognition of the heat, but I didn’t even have time to devote conscious thought to block out the instincts the fire set in motion before the damage was done.   The primitive thought processes of my bugs were reduced to confused impulses to alternately flee and to pursue the heat and the light they so often used for navigation.  Many bugs died or were crippled by the heat.  From my vantage point, I could see Lung lashing out with streams of fire from his hands, directing them at the sky.

Flamethrower hands! That’s awesome! And also highly lethal to Taylor’s bugs, which seems to not only burn them but also reverts the bugs back to their instincts in the presence of such danger

I suppressed a laugh, feeling heady with adrenaline.  Was that all he could do?  I directed the swarm to gather, so those who weren’t already biting and stinging were in the midst of the gang.  If he wanted to turn his flames on the swarm, he would have to set his own people on fire.

Fuck yes, Taylor thinks smart in a fight! (and for those of you that have watched Code Geass, doesn’t that almost-laugh and feeling of “I can do it!” after testing powers for the first time just scream Lelouch? )

The heated air and the smells gave me enough information, by way of my insects, to tell where Lung was in the crowd.  I took a deep breath, and then sent in the reserves.  I took a share of the venomous types I’d held at bay and directed them to Lung.  A handful of bees, wasps, a number of the more poisonous spiders, like black widows and brown recluses, and dozens of fire ants.

Damn, Taylor is more powerful here than I thought! Black widows and brown recluses, fireants.... that is a powerful army right there. The goons are fucked, but I get the impression Lung won’t be so easy

He healed fast when his power was working.  Everything I’d read online said that people with healing abilities would shrug off the effects of poisons or drugs, so I knew I’d have to pump him full of enough venom to overwhelm that aspect of his power.  Besides, he was a big guy.  I judged he could take it.

Fuck I forgot he had a healing factor! Taylor’s reaction to this seems to be more of a “Let’s up the DPS and override his healing” more than “oh fuck it’s not working”

Full-on with the venom then! That’s the problem with fighting with a power such as this, you have to get a little monstruous

From the information that I could glean from my bugs, Lung already had maybe a quarter of his body covered in armor.  Triangular sections of metallic plating were piercing through his skin, where they would continue to grow and overlap until he was nigh impenetrable.  If they weren’t already, his fingertips and toes would become like blades or metal claws.

He is really becoming a metal dragon holy shit. I have a really awesome mental image of the grey metal scales draped and surrounded  in orange/red flame.

I felt a sadistic glee as I organized the attack on Lung.  I directed the flying insects to attack his face.  With distaste, I focused the crawling ants and spiders on… other vulnerable areas.  I did my best to ignore the feedback that I got from that particular attack, as I most definitely did not want the same kind of topographical map that the swarm had provided just a minute ago.  Lung was bad news, and I needed him out of action as soon as possible.  That meant delivering the hurt.

Holy hell it must suck being Lung right now. Taylor can be brutal when she needs to be. The problem with fighting with a spoon instead of a knife, you have to go for the soft areas.

Taylor has some blood knight tendencies I see. Getting caught up in the fun of combat are you?

Rationale aside, I did feel a stab of guilt about taking pleasure in someone else’s pain.  I quieted that moment’s remorse by reminding myself that Lung had spread tragedy, addiction and death to innumerable families.  He had been planning to kill kids.

Taylor seems pretty good in rationalizing and justifying her actions. That is both good and possibly troubling for the future

Lung exploded.  No metaphor there.  He detonated in a blast of rolling fire that set his clothes, several pieces of litter and one of his gang members alight.  Almost every bug in his immediate vicinity died or was crippled by the wave of extreme heat.  From my vantage point on the roof, I watched as he turned himself into a human bomb a second time.   The second explosion turned his clothes to rags and sent his people fleeing for cover.  He stepped out of the smoke with his hands burning like torches, the silvery scales that covered nearly a third of his body reflecting the flame.

He just went fuck it, omnidirectional blazing inferno, scorched earth, and wiped out alll the insects he had on him.

I think you should run, this is a baaad matchup for your abilities

Damn, damn, damn.  He was fireproof?  Or skilled enough at using fire to superheat the air around him without burning himself?  The meager scraps of clothing that covered him were burning away, and fire licked and danced around his hands without him seeming to care.

I think he probably has a power that lets him generate fire very close to his body but without it ever touching it. Either that or he becomes fire wherever he generates it, like a devil fruit elemental power.

He roared.  It wasn’t the monstrous roar one might expect, but a very human sound of rage and frustration.  As human as it sounded, though, it was loud.  All the way down the street neighborhood, lights and flashlights flickered on in response to the explosions and the roar.  I even saw a few faces peering through windows to see the action.  Idiots.  If Lung’s next attack shattered any glass, they could get hurt.

Lung: fucking bugs! what in the fuck?? I go out to do my attack and a goddamn plague falls on top of me. Whoever is responsible for this is already cinders!!

From where I was crouched on the side of the roof, I directed some of the more harmless insects to attack Lung.  He lashed out with fire the moment they started crawling on him, which I had more or less expected. He was managing to kill the majority of the bugs with each burst of flame, and knowing what I did about his powers, I knew his flames would only get bigger, hotter and more dangerous.

Are there upper limits to his power? Or does he just, get stronger. Cause that would eventually be both aboslutely OP and a spectacle to behold.

In a typical fight, you figure someone would get weaker as the fight dragged on.  They would take their lumps, get tired, exhaust their bag of tricks.  With Lung, it was the opposite.  I found myself regretting that I had used only a relatively small number of the more venomous bugs, because it was becoming clear that what I’d used wasn’t having much effect.  He had no idea where I was, so I figured I still had the upper hand, but my options and the number of bugs in my swarm were running out.  Despite my earlier glee, I wasn’t sure I could win this anymore.

Lung thrives in a fight of attrition. As his enemies gets weaker he keeps getting stronger, until you give up and flee

You have probably lost your chance of beating him, or at least you will when he gets completely covered in the scales.

I hissed through my teeth, all too aware that time was running out. Before long, Lung would set fire to the city block, become immune to bites and stings in general, or destroy my entire swarm.  I had to get creative.  I had to get meaner.

Ooor you just could go 2000% offensive to all his tender bits before he gets the chance to completely transform. Holy shit.

I focused my attention on a lone wasp, and piloted it around Lung’s back, up behind his head and then had it circle around to his face and straight at his eyeball.  The wasp touched his eyelash, and he blinked before it could hit the target.  As a consequence, the stinger only sank into his eyelid, prompting yet another explosion of fire and a scream of rage.

Again. I thought.  A honeybee this time.  I wasn’t sure if he eventually got armor plated eyelids, but maybe I could use the stings to make his eyes swell shut?  He wouldn’t be able to fight if he couldn’t see.

Go for the fucking eyes. No fucking mercy over here

Maybe I won’t have to hypothesize about ruthless Taylor, she already seems to be there

and it’s great

The bee struck home this time, sinking his stinger into the ball of Lung’s eye.  It surprised me in that it didn’t stick or kill the bee, so I had the bee sting again, and this time the barbs let it stick in the skin at the corner of his eye, at the side of his nose.  The bee died that time, leaving some tiny organs and a venom sac hanging from the stinger. 

Lung could probably regenerate this damage, but still ow ow ow it must suuuck to be him

I expected him to explode again.  He didn’t.  Instead, he set himself on fire, head to toe.  I waited a moment, poised to attack with the next wasp to attack the moment he dropped his guard, but as the seconds passed, I realized he wasn’t planning on extinguishing himself.  My heart sank.

Surely he was burning up all of the oxygen in his vicinity.  Didn’t he need to breathe?  What the hell was the fuel source for his fire?

Oh shit now he’s like a walking demon covered in flame. No need to wait for the scales to fully cover him. He’s already invulnerable

Run

Standing in the street, he turned around, searching for me, with the flames that licked and rolled over his body casting light where there had been only gloom.  Abruptly, he hunched over.  I wondered if – I hoped – the various toxins and venoms in his system had done the trick. Then his back separated into two.  A meaty looking gap appeared along his spine, followed by an eruption of long metallic scales all down the gap.  After bristling for a few moments, the scales lay flat like dominoes falling.  He stood and stretched, and I could swear he was a foot taller, now with an armor plated spine.

Still on fire, head to toe.

He’s reaching perfect form

Will he be an actual demon/dragon at 100%?

Already he is becoming less human

Aah I wish someone like Murata could draw this, it would be a fucking spectacle

If the ‘constantly on fire’ thing had tipped the balance of the fight to futile, watching Lung grow and look stronger than ever had pushed me to the point of being spooked.  I started thinking about an exit strategy.  Rationally, I figured, Lung’s men were scattered to the four winds and they were probably in pretty rough shape.  Whatever Lung had been planning for tonight, chances were he wasn’t going to be able to carry out whatever plans he’d had after this debacle.  I had more or less accomplished what I needed to, and I figured I could run and find a way to contact the PHQ just in case.

Yeaaah time to get the fuck out

His plan is probably fucked, now let’s just pray he doesn’t kill you

That was the rational perspective.  Justifications aside, I just wanted to leave, right then.  If things dragged on and I stayed put, there was a very real chance that Lung would give evidence to the rumor that he could grow wings, at which point I would be spotted for sure.  I wouldn’t be able to beat Lung at this point, anyway, which left only a graceless retreat as the remaining option.

Ooh if he grew wings, you would have nowhere left to escape to anymore. Good thing is he would probably attrack the attention of some hero at least. A flying Wyvern of flame tends to stand out

Lung had his back turned to me, so I lifted myself up, slowly. Crouching, I backed up to retreat to the fire escape, watching Lung carefully as I set foot on the gravel of the roof.

As if a gunshot had gone off, Lung whirled around to stare at me. One of his eyes was just a glowing line behind his mask, but the other was like an orb of molten metal.

A victorious roar filled the air, less human than the outcry he had made earlier, and I felt a kind of resignation.  Enhanced hearing.  The package of powers the bastard got from his transformation included superhuman hearing.

.....

well fuck

f u u u c k

Lung is OP, he now has super senses and has found you. You better pray someone noticed, cause I don’t think you can do anything right now

Aaaa, and I got cliffhangered! I’ll see you guys on the next part!

I don’t have time to do the homestuck update today, will do it tomorrow!

[xottzot]

2018-03(FEB)-Saturday-17th--(later)--crime watching the shitheads--and--WA NEWS bits.

2018-03(FEB)-Saturday-17th--(later)--crime watching the shitheads--and--WA NEWS bits.

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WA NEWS:------- Teenage girl charged after south-east pursuit

https://www.perthnow.com.au/news/wa/teenage-girl-charged-after-south-east-pursuit-ng-b88748245z

February 17, 2018 9:42AM

A TEENAGE girl has been charged following a police pursuit in Perth’s south-eastern suburbs on Friday night that left two innocent drivers injured.

Police allege officers were conducting patrols in Camillo about 7pm when they spotted a Toyota Aurion being driven at high speed along Braemore Avenue.

The officers attempted to stop the vehicle, but it sped off heading towards Tonkin Highway.

Police say the car then crashed into two other vehicles near the intersection of Wollaston Avenue and Forrest Road in Haynes before three people ran from the scene. The fleeing group was caught by police following a short foot chase.

The male driver of one vehicle was taken to Fiona Stanley Hospital by St John Ambulance with minor injuries.

A female driver of the other vehicle was treated at the scene by paramedics and taken home, also with minor injuries.

The 17-year-old girl, of Hamilton Hill, who was allegedly behind the wheel of the Toyota Aurion has been charged with no motor driver’s licence, reckless driving (evade police) and two counts of fail to stop.

She is due to face Armadale Magistrates Court next month.

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WA NEWS:------- Truck forced off road to avoid head-on collision

(photos and a video at the NEWS website)

https://www.perthnow.com.au/news/wa/truck-forced-off-road-to-avoid-head-on-collision-ng-b88748255z

(image of the vehicle including license plate (whether it's stolen or fake is unknown of course):---- https://images.perthnow.com.au/publication/B88748255Z/1518830672977_G1D1FHQ4R.3-1.jpg

February 17, 2018 9:18AM

A SHOCKING near-miss collision between a car and truck on Albany Highway has been captured on dashcam.

The footage, posted online by Andy Young, shows a P-plate driver in a sedan attempting to overtake several vehicles lined up behind a caravan on the busy highway.

The sedan passes the vehicle filming across a solid white line before it abruptly merges back into traffic as an approaching semi-trailer is forced off the road to avoid a head-on collision.

Several similar videos were posted on social media last year prompting police to urge drivers to be patient while overtaking.

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NSW NEWS:------ Man charged, police seriously injured after RBT car crash in Sydney

http://www.watoday.com.au/nsw/police-struck-by-car-at-rbt-stop-in-south-west-sydney-20180216-p4z0np.html

A police officer has had part of his leg amputated after he was struck by a driver who ploughed through a random breath test site in south-west Sydney on Friday night.

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So... you think YOU aren't an alcoholic too do you? (and I'm looking at you too Fliss....all the stuff I did with you to get you off booze and keep you off it and for what? Now, as soon as you are away for from me, you become an alcoholic again behind closed doors.....a drunk who secretly drinks alone.....the VERY THING you also were absolutely horrified and fearful of ever becoming you told me.......

You'd be right at home wandering the streets with all these damned criminal abo's of this hellhole area.

How is your over-fast heartrate Fliss? - How is your high bloodpressure Fliss? How are your delusions and pill poppings and constant nightmares nightime and daytime Fliss? His your memory Fliss? - Have you crashed another car Fliss?

I'm never to know am I....you've made it that way. Even if you are seriously injured or dead or have killed others from it all.

http://www.watoday.com.au/lifestyle/health-and-wellbeing/i-signed-up-for-febfast-and-can-t-wait-for-it-to-be-over-20180215-p4z0fz.html

OPINION -- February 16 2018 - 9:14PM

The first was catching up with a close friend, a woman who will have one and be done with it – if that. I asked her whether she has seen a former colleague of ours and out of the blue I heard this: “I can’t,” she answered. ''I don’t want to encourage her drinking. She told me she drinks a bottle of wine most nights on her own. She thinks this is normal and has no idea she’s actually an alcoholic.”

And herein lies the real problem as I see it. Alcohol has become a ritual of sorts, especially socially, for me. As smokers miss the lighting, holding, ashing and stubbing elements of the process as much as they do the nicotine when it is gone, I miss the distraction that comes with having something to do when socialising and, for me, that’s the constant rise and fall of a glass to my lips. Without it, I feel naked, exposed, awkward. It’s this reliance that this endurance test is teaching me I have to change.

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Here at this hellhole today......

From fatguts criminal aboriginal housheold in Kalara Way street Koongamia........2 abo mini-criminals seen grabbing stuff from a persons front verandah, right next to the front door of the place.

They see they are spotted so walk out and just sit on the footpath outside the house.

An abo schoolaged girl from fatguts abo criminal household or the other main abo criminal housheold of Kalara Way street starts yelling at them...., "You boys go home!" - And of course they totally ignore her. She doesn't exist in their typically deranged minds.

She tries and yells LOULDY again and again and again. - This is the traditional criminal aboriginal way of bringing up kids/mini-criminals.

She walks off and goes into fatguts aborigial criminal household

A resident (somewhat itinerant), returns home there to the fenceless house where the abo mini-criminals were and they're sitting/hiding on the front yard public footpath by bushes there. They're abo darkskinned 'brown' so blend into the shadows. They're both just wearing shorts, no tops, no shoes.

The resident gets out and is unawares that his place of resindece has almost been broken into AGAIN. (this is the SAME house that was smashed into by a VERY violent aboriginal thug on Boxing day a few months ago.)

But the residents don't care. They're brainless. They're overly friendly to the criminal abo's. And so wonder why in their feeble dickhead brains why they're targetted by criminal abo's.....

He gets out of his car and is in a rush.....to grab a trolley jack, hoist up his utility vehicle and fuck around underneath it. It's NOT the first time he'd done this. This has occured plenty of times before. There's no noise, no mechanical problems to warrant doing it now or all the time.

Meanwhile a short time later, at fatguts abo crimal household, there's VERY LOUD YELLING BY AN ADULT ABO FEMALE.

She comes out of there, starts walking off, but she only reaches the street verge then turns aorund and starts LOULDY yelling back at Fatguts abo criminal household. She starts to walk off again. Then turns around and repeats all the damned LOUD yelling out again until she storms back into fatguts place. A short time later she exits, and this time has the two mini-criminals with her along with the abo schoolaged girl from earlier as well. - They all walk off together down Kalara Way street and go west along Clayton Street. The criminal bratlings are wearing tops and footwear.

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Time passes.

The other unfenced house in Kalara Way street diretly which is also heavily affiliated with the criminial abo's, is opposite the unfenced corner household.

And the man who had been using the trolley jack on his own vehicle, now has wheeled it across the road and is busy with a white/cream? sedan vehicle there on the street verge and it to has been jacked up with the trolley jack now.

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false calm

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Despsite the bullshit unreliable weather department 200% useless weather forecasts, it's REALLY damn hot, windless and airless, and over a 100F.

Once again everything at this hovel is dried out, dying (as I am), and each time I have to take poor Sam & poor Max outside they return inside with me utterly exhuasted from the fucking damned heat....the high heat that suposedly doesn't exist according to the useless weather department.

Drenched in sweat.

If I have a cool/cold shower I will be drenched in sweat again before nightfall at this hellhole.

I hosed down the chicken plot area a bit to keep the sole remaining chicklen alive and not frying and dying in the heat.

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false calm and quiet

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As soon as it becomes cooler and long shadows, the criminal abo's and criminals will out roaming about again on the roads.

Today has had the usual criminal dickhead abo's out ON the streets with useless ride on 'toys'...AGAIN.

RUN THE FUCKERS OVER.

They will be swarming over the streets again later.

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YOU have no idea of the shit about this hellhole.

This is just a 'calm day' where nothing much has 'happened', at least not openly.

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I have not even mentioned the motorbikes tearing about, going through the pedestrian walkway at the end of Kalara Road street after getting through the vehicle barriers embeded there which does NOTHING to stop them.

Nobody gives a fuck about them anymore, least of all any authorities. So fuck the lot of them all.

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false calm

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I love you dear Fliss and want to be with you. - Sam & Max are both despairing inside this hovel without you being with us. - To dream to be dead is a 'good' night for me at this fucking hellhole.