#worms battlegrounds

[hardcore-gaming-101]

Worms Clan Wars / Worms Battlegrounds

Worms Clan Wars could perhaps be compared to Worms World Party – a small update from the previous game featuring a bigger focus on multiplayer. While its additions are, to its credit, far more substantial than World Party, Clan Wars is best seen as a refinement on the previous game and its bounty of new ideas. That said, there’s been more than enough improvements made that it wouldn’t be a mistake to pick it up even if you have Revolution in your library. So long as you find a deep discount for it, at least.

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[maxwell-grant]

So is Worm good from what you have read

"Yes" doesn't begin to cover it but yes. Worm is a brain-rewiring mobius strip disguised as a bible disguised as a superhero web serial that either cured your cancer or shot your dog or both depending on who you ask, and it has many extremely dedicated, brilliant scholar priest surgeons publicly dissecting it on this platform on the regular to the point I don't think I have much to add to the conversations surrounding it, even if I do have some The Thoughts about it. I had never even really seriously thought about superhero prose before and Worm isn't a thing I go back and reread frequently but it did a complete and total 180 on the way I think about superheroes and even fiction, and I've never stopped thinking about it since I've read it.

It is a monumentally impressive story with completely absolutely incredible characters that I cannot stop thinking about. No matter where it was going, even past stretches that were less interesting or more of a slog to read or worse, I could not put the story of Taylor Hebert down for one minute. Tattletale fascinated me every step of the way, I had to keep up with her. Rachel Lindt was a character I feel like I'd been waiting my whole life for. What was I gonna do, not see them through? I feel like Worm easily loses you if you don't particularly connect with the characters enough to justify to yourself the amount of time you'll spend with them, but man, I could not unglue my eyeballs from these people enough (I love all the core Undersiders, to be clear, I'd say it's Rachel > Taylor > Tattletale > Aisha and Alec and Brian, there are very small gaps between these, I just don't go berserk for the last three like I do for the first three, I'm taking Bitch and Skitter to the grave I'm dead serious)

Everybody who read it has one or several gripes with it with some major dealbreakers in the mix. Tumblr's kinda the only place online where you can really talk about them at length without the spectre of John Wildbow hanging over the discussion, which enables discussion to the point where yes, maybe it does look like to outsiders that nobody can agree on whether Worm is good or what is it even about or whether it even has worms in it (it has at least one, although it's a very big one).

And it is good, it has the Undersiders in it and the Undersiders are one of the greatest groups of characters ever put together, but everyone has at least one major point of contention with Worm whether it's the timeskip or the length or the racism or the gross fatphobia or aspects surrounding the Dallon-Pelham Torment Nexus and etc. I'd say it has maybe the most racist vision of Latin America I've ever seen in a superhero text a hair short of pro-colonial tracts in Golden Age comics and that is a tall fucking order by any metric. It is Complicated, and that winds up making it so fascinating to talk about.

Worm has self-sustaining ecological systems of posts up here, far away from the Spacebattles and Reddit battlegrounds where it has different ones and that's not getting into Weaverdice or the sequel or Wildbow's larger body of work, which I haven't gotten to and probably will not any time soon because Worm was enough of a commitment as is. Do I recommend Worm to everyone? It is certainly not to everyone's tastes and I personally find it difficult to describe it simply enough to make it sound appealing or not like a pyramid scheme. But yes I do think it's good, in fact great, in fact, amazing, except when it isn't, and except it Plainly Sucks, but then something like Taylor vs Mannequin or Kevin Norton's interlude or "You needed worthy opponents" happens and it fucks harder than anything has ever fucked before and you don't walk away from it the same, so yes I guess "good" will have to do now.

It's certainly a lot but I definitely found it worth my time to read and then read the texts written about it here. You'll have to take my endorsement of Worm as proof of it's quality and proof of how deranged it makes it's readerbase, they're not mutually exclusive. If you can make it, Worm and the wormosphere has layers and layers to wade through and talk about and enjoy, despite how we're all so very small in the end *gunshot*.

[justinspoliticalcorner]

kos at Daily Kos:

Conservatives' big bet on Robert F. Kennedy Jr. continues to backfire on them.

Last year, Steven Bannon, a former adviser to Donald Trump, encouraged Kennedy to challenge President Joe Biden in the Democratic primary, according to CBS News’ Robert Costa. Bannon reportedly thought Kennedy would create chaos and stoke anti-vaccine sentiment. After his Democratic bid fizzled, Kennedy kicked off an independent run. And the whole time, he was bankrolled by conservative millionaires, who no doubt hoped Kennedy’s family name would cost Biden enough votes in battleground states to hand the 2024 election to Trump. Democratic voters mostly didn’t fall for it, though. Even worse, Kennedy’s QAnon-adjacent conspiracy-theorizing began attracting support on the right, imperiling Trump’s electoral chances. So Trump got Kennedy to drop out and endorse him in late August, promising Kennedy who-knows-what.  But now a slew of womanizing revelations are swirling around Kennedy, causing chaos for Trump. And it’s freakin’ hilarious. 

On Wednesday, Mediaite reported that three women claim to have had romantic relationships with Kennedy within the past year. Those three women do not include New York magazine journalist Olivia Nuzzi, whose own alleged affair with the brain-worm-afflicted conspiracist seemingly destroyed her impending marriage and career. Kennedy, it should be said, is himself married to “Curb Your Enthusiasm” actress Cheryl Hines.

RFK Jr. and Donald Trump do have one thing in common: womanizing.

[nanomooselet]

Zazie the Beast

I love this little jerk.

Gotta put a pin in talking about the character in the next episode analysis, but Zazie was such a brilliant change from the character in the manga and older series, where somehow the planet having existing inhabitants before the crash never really seemed to come up much.

Zazie, this time, has much more power and agency by virtue of being positioned as a neutral observer. The Worms take no sides. It's nothing to them that these aliens do battle, only that the battleground is the planet the Worms live on. Since neither seems like they can behave, they need an adjudicator, so the Worms field a kind of... terminal? Representative? Messenger? Agent? Impartial, neither Plant blue or human red. Zazie is effectively unable to truly die, so the stakes for them are low. I think even stuff like a Grand Worm getting bisected is more annoying than anything, because all the Worms are interconnected. They’ll return through the network and become other forms of Worm, so nothing is lost. (And it’s not like they can’t eat humans right back.) They have no understanding of individuality, so the vagaries of human relationship drama are bizarre to them - but amusing to observe and manipulate.

And despite being referred to as "worms", proverbially the lowliest of lifeforms, Zazie isn't wrong to say "The Worms are the planet".

They're visible from space.

In fact, Zazie in general tends not to lie. Even in disguise as a human child, never did Zazie actually claim to be the son of those people in the gas station. You just assume that from appearances (as Zazie gleefully points out). I suspect it's for that reason they were the ones to tell Meryl about Earth. Knives would transparently be biased and manipulative, Vash might explain it too kindly (or not at all, out of a desire to try and leave it in the past). Zazie is invested, knowledgeable, but unconcerned which side comes off better.

In a world steeped in Abrahamic trappings, Zazie is an entirely different kind of god - an embodied natural force, alien and all-encompassing, amoral, indifferent to humankind. Honest, in their own way, but not trustworthy, and loyal only to their own agenda.

Which makes it real neat that teeny tiny self-righteous human Meryl is the one they chose to learn the truth.

[capricorn-0mnikorn]

The poem that birthed Pity as "Hate wrapped in the flayed skin of Mercy"

War of Words

It’s a tragic story that we love to tell: How children, in their native cruelty, Wield words like pitchforks, broken glass, and stones, How playgrounds turn to battlegrounds And some Will never make it out of there alive.

We only have ourselves to blame, of course. As adults, it’s our job to keep control, And never let the violence break through. We try again, and trade those misused terms For words made safe for younger minds to hold. We pad them thick with extra syllables, And add a bright veneer of innocence, Like: ‛special’, ‛touched’, and ‛just a little slow’. We sit the young ones down at Circle Time, Between the alphabet and morning snack. With voices sweet as medicine, we try To introduce them to a brand new friend, Whose name is ‛pity’, then we humbly ask This friend to drive the hatred from our schools.

I am the Angel Pity. Please let me be your guide. And let’s pretend I am not Hate, Just wearing Mercy’s hide. I’ll teach you how to have restraint, And not use all your powers, How not to squash the lowly worms That crawl among the flowers. They cannot help it, being worms. And though they are disgusting, We all must treat them gently, dears, And keep them sweet and trusting. For if they roared, as lions do, The world would fall apart. And so I ask you to restrain The hatred in your heart.

But children, in their play, are Unrestrained. We hear the new-coined phrases That we’d so carefully taught Enunciated, emphasized, and clear.

But somehow, now, they Have a cutting edge, Like pitchforks, broken glass, and stones. The playground armistice never lasts. Whatever happened to childhood innocence? Have these kids no pity?

We might as well be Sisyphus, Rolling that rock uphill, Or try to reverse the pull of gravity. They’re only kids – It’s just the way they are; We’ll coin new phrases, though, and try again. As adults, it’s our job to keep control.

Except you can’t deny that it’s absurd To be so damned PC about some words.

From The Monsters' Rhapsody: Disability, Culture, & Identity by Ann Magill (me)

[powerbottomjeremy]

In light of the news that the RT website and apps will shut down on May 15, I'm starting a record of what I've got saved locally + what I'm planning to save. I am not trying to get a comprehensive archive of all AH/LP content; that's what the Archive of Pimps is for. Instead, this is a personal library that prioritizes content that I enjoyed and want to rewatch down the road.

If you think I'm missing anything, let me know. If you have requests for specific videos, let me know and I'll see what I can do. Also, if anyone has a FIRST account they don't mind sharing, I'd love to get into the RT website and get local saves of FIRST content, like Hardcore Tabletop. RT has disabled the ability to purchase a FIRST membership, and has not shared what will be happening to FIRST content once the website shutters.

Finally, I'm currently on pace to fill up a 2TB hard drive (Minecraft alone is almost 1TB), and I'll need another 2/4TB hard drive to continue nabbing local saves of things. If anyone feels inclined to throw a few bucks my way to subsidize the second hard drive, I'd be mighty appreciative, and would be happy to nab some downloads for you in return. ko-fi.com/asmolbirb

AH content I've finished saving locally:

All Fall Guys videos

All Minecraft Let's Play, Let's Build, and Things to Do videos, as far as I can tell

All Overcooked videos

The Shenanigans playlist, the RT microwave heist video, Axe Kicking Gavin’s desk

The Trivia Games playlist

All Jackbox videos

All Fore Honor, Golf It, Hardcore Minigolf, and 3D Ultra Minigolf videos

GTA heists

All GTA videos

AH Rap Battle, AH Musical, Jeremy's Hap Battle

Totally Accurate Battlegrounds

AH content I've got queued up to save locally:

The Ultimate Chicken Horse series

The Fiona/Gavin ACNH video

The Cloudberry Kingdom series

All Raft videos

Please Don’t Touch Anything (Play Pals)

AH content I plan to save locally, once I get another 2/4TB hard drive:

Some of my favorite Let's Roll videos, like But Wait There's More, Coup, and Muffin Time

Nomad of Nowhere (download from Internet Archive)

All GMod videos (prioritizing TTT + Murder)

All Play Pal videos

Worms, maybe

Once I finish getting things that are in playlists, I'll go through the AH and LP channels to get single videos too. I'll make a list for that once I get there.

All lists are current as of 4/22/24. I'll update the list as downloads are completed.

[thedude3445]

I got my Reddit promo posts going for Systemless and noticed, uh, LOTS of downvotes on these posts, which is not normal for the subreddits I posted to.

And some guy helpfully explained the reason why:

Not your fault you would probably get the same ratio had the book been pro nazi. People are tired of rainbow culture worming it's way into everything. Just saying not trying to be hateful.

When I called him rude for it...

Why is a statement of fact considered rude? Look to bud light target and disney all losing millions for pushing the rainbow ideology people are tired of it seeping into every corner of society trying to turn and corrupt kids. And was the pastel bright pink colors on the cover necessary is the book targeted at adults or kids?

GEE ISN'T IT FUN TO BE ACCUSED OF BEING A GROOMER WHEN I'M TRYING TO PROMOTE MY NEW COMEDY BOOK.

What do I even do at this point? Accept that this book is going to be a culture war battleground and not the fun reverse-isekai comedy I desperately want it to be? What do I even do in response to all this negativity?

[dndfantasygirl]

Fighting for Freedom (Chapter 21: The War has Begun)

Rating: Mature Word count: 4k Pairing: Spawn Astarion x Female Tav (named)/OC Warnings: violence, strong language, innuendo

Summary: Orpheus takes one for the team. Delphie gathers their allies and has a brief respite with Astarion before the battle begins.

*Link to AO3 Post

*Link to Previous Chapter

Delphie's words are left hanging in the air, tears trembling just behind her eye-line, as she looks Orpheus in the eye.

I was just free.

The voice of Orpheus echoes through her mind, relentless and cold, a glimpse of the freedom that had once been within her grasp. Delphie can't watch as Lae'zel begs the gith prince to reconsider. The guilt worms its way through her stomach, a whirring in her skull she can't shake, realizing her own selfishness.

Within the span of mere moments, the change begins. Orpheus's body unnaturally contorts as his bones snap and tentacles form from his mouth. Horridly, his flesh burns away, only to reveal a lurid purple beneath. She curls into herself, unable to bear to watch as he is doomed to be.

As Orpheus opens the gateway, Lae'zel follows close behind, her heart heavy with sorrow, while Shadowheart follows silently in their wake.

Delphie feels the weight of her guilt start to peel off, if only just a bit, as Astarion wraps his arms around her petite form. His gentle nuzzle against the curve of her neck sends a shiver down her spine, a small moment of comfort from the chaos that surrounds them.

"As much as I would like to stay here and hold you, darling, we must go."

His words, though laced with reluctance, pull her back into the grim reality that awaits them. Delphie nods in understanding. With a determined resolve, she steps away from his hold, her hand coming to meet his as she guides him forward toward the gleaming gate that beckons them on.

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Stepping through the portal, the elves are thrust into a scene of unfathomable chaos. Before them sprawls a landscape of devastation, a tableau of war and destruction that grips their hearts with dread.

Perched on the edge of a cliff, they overlook the once-grand High Hall, now a battleground engulfed in the fury of conflict. Red dragons soar through the smoky sky, their fiery breath raining down upon the nautiloids that dart through the air in futile attempts at evasion. The acrid scent of smoke fills their lungs, mingling with the distant cries of anguish and the roar of flames that engulf the city below.

But amidst the carnage, a chilling sight arrests their gaze—the Netherbrain hovers ominously above the High Hall like a malevolent specter. Its dark tendrils writhe in the air, casting a pall of despair over the besieged city.

"We're too late," Shadowheart's voice is heavy with resignation, her gaze averted in shame.

Delphie feels a surge of determination coursing through her veins, a defiant spark igniting within her despite the overwhelming odds stacked against them. She reflects on the tumultuous journey they've endured, the trials and tribulations that have led them to this pivotal moment. Their quest to rid themselves of the insidious tadpoles that lurk within their minds, the sacrifices made, the battles fought—it all converges to this critical juncture.

But despair is not an option, not when there's still a glimmer of hope to be found amidst the chaos. With a resolute tone, Delphie counters Shadowheart's despondency. "No," she asserts firmly. "It's never too late."

Drawing in a deep breath, she steadies herself, the weight of responsibility heavy upon her shoulders. "We have to find the others," she declares, her words a rallying cry against the encroaching darkness.

No sooner has she spoken than Voss and the other githyanki approach them.

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Voss guides them to the Watch Citadel where their fellow companions wait for them. Delphie pushes open the heavy doors, their weight giving way with a creaking groan that echoes through the room. As she steps inside, the ambient chatter fades into a hushed silence, all eyes turning to her in anticipation.

The room sprawls out before her, a cozy yet imposing space that serves as a retreat for the Fists. Plush velvet chairs surround a long wooden table where comrades gather for meals and strategy sessions. A small L-shaped bar stands in one corner, weathered stools resting against it. And at the heart of it all, a crackling hearth casts a warm glow.

Delphie's heart quickens in her chest as she scans the room, her gaze alighting upon the familiar faces of her friends. Relief floods her senses as she sees them alive and well. Without hesitation, she strides forward, a smile spreading across her lips as she embraces each of them in turn.

Then, her breath catches in her throat as her gaze falls upon her step-siblings. Tears well in her eyes, blurring her vision as they rush forward to envelop her in a tight embrace. She sinks into their arms.

The heart-shaped tip of Harley's tail wraps around them, drawing them closer together. The wood elf feels a lump form in her throat as she tries to speak.

"I'm sorry," she chokes out, her words barely audible.

Bellamy reaches out, a gentle touch brushing away a stray tear from Delphie's cheek. "You tried your best, sister," she reassures her. "Now, it's time for us to help."

Delphie nods. She looks around the room, taking in the faces of her companions and family, each one a testament to the bonds of friendship and love that have sustained them through countless trials.

Among them, she spots the familiar faces of Arabella, Alfira, Rolan, Dammon, Zevlor, Isobel, Aylin, and Yurgir, their presence a source of comfort and reassurance in the midst of uncertainty. With a tender smile, Delphie acknowledges each one, silently thanking them for their unwavering support and faith.

A Flaming Fist with shoulder-length blonde hair approaches her. "My steel is yours as well."

But before the wood elf can formulate a response, Harley's boisterous voice interrupts, demanding a speech with the kind of enthusiasm only the lavender-skinned tiefling could muster. Delphie's cheeks flush with embarrassment, her mind racing to find the right words to satisfy the eager crowd.

She steals a glance behind Bellamy, where Harley stands with an expectant grin plastered across her face. The pressure mounts, threatening to overwhelm her, but then she catches sight of Astarion, his lopsided smile and casual demeanor serving as a silent reassurance.

In that moment, Delphie finds her anxiety easing in the wake of his presence. His nonchalant shrug seems to say, "You've got this," and as always, for some reason, she believes him.

"Um..." she begins tentatively, her voice wavering slightly before finding its footing. "Alright, everyone, listen up."

"I know things look grim right now. We've seen horrors, faced challenges that would make the bravest quiver in their boots. But we can't let fear paralyze us. We can't afford to give in to doubt. We've come too far to turn back now. We've fought so hard to get to this point, and we're not going to let all that effort go to waste.

"Yes, the odds may seem stacked against us. Yes, the challenges ahead may seem insurmountable. But we are not alone in this. We have each other. And together, there's nothing we can't overcome.

"Embrace your courage and let it guide you through battle," Delphie urges, her voice rising with passion. "Don't give in to fear! Today, we fight for family. For friends."

She turns her gaze to Astarion, their eyes meeting in a moment of silent understanding. With a soft, reassuring smile, Delphie continues, "For...love."

Astarion returns her smile, a flicker of warmth passing between them.

"So, let's stop sulking around and kick some illithid ass!" the wood elf concludes, her words punctuated by a chorus of cheers and applause from those gathered, their spirits lifted by her unwavering determination and rallying cry to arms.

All except for Lae'zel, Astarion, and Orpheus. The gith and mind flayer give Delphie a determined nod, while Astarion can't help but widen his small smile.

As the cheers die down, Harley, wearing her signature broad smile that seems to light up her face, makes her way over to the wood elf. "Alden was surprisingly always one for theatrics," she remarks as she displays a small mortar of rose-colored cream in her hand. "I think he would love for you to battle in style."

Delphie quirks an eyebrow at her step-sister, amusement sparkling in her eyes. "You sure that was my father?" she teases skeptically.

Harley shrugs with a playful grin on her lips. "Well, maybe I'm slightly more of a fan of it," she admits with a chuckle, her lavender-hued skin glowing with excitement at the prospect of adding a touch of flair to the impending battle.

The two women's laughter mingles in the air as Harley dips her finger into the creamy concoction. She begins to paint delicate dots under Delphie's eyes and mouth, and a line of dots between her eyebrows, extending down to the bridge of her nose.

Delphie allows herself to be swept up in Harley's infectious enthusiasm. As the last dot is placed, she admires her reflection in a nearby mirror, the rose-colored markings adding a touch of whimsy to her appearance.

"There!" Harley exclaims with satisfaction, stepping back to admire her handiwork.

As Astarion approaches them from behind Delphie, Harley's mischievous grin widens, a twinkle of excitement in her eyes. Without hesitation, she extends the mortar of rose-colored cream to the wood elf, a playful challenge evident in her expression.

"Here," the tiefling says with a gleeful lilt to her voice. "You should paint Astarion's face, too!"

Delphie blinks in surprise, caught off guard by the unexpected suggestion. "Oh, okay?" she manages to utter as she accepts the mortar from Harley's outstretched hand.

Before she can even process what's happening, however, the tiefling vanishes from her sight with a mischievous giggle, leaving Delphie and Astarion alone in her wake. The two elves exchange bemused glances, their eyebrows raising in unison as they watch the tiefling's retreating figure disappear into the crowd.

Astarion's lips curve into a smile, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Donning some warrior paint, are we?" he teases as he nods towards the rose-colored cream in her hand.

The wood elf's chuckle rings out, a melodic sound that fills the air with warmth. "It was Harley's idea."

With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she dips her finger into the creamy mixture. As she slowly approaches him, her movements deliberate and teasing, Astarion finds himself captivated by the serene expression on her face.

It's a rare sight nowadays, one that fills him with almost an equal sense of peace and contentment, and he finds himself unable to look away as she begins to replicate the dotted pattern on his face.

Normally, he would balk at the idea of anyone defiling his impeccable features, but with Delphie, it's different. He trusts her implicitly, and the sight of her finally at ease convinces him to remain still as she continues her artistic endeavor.

"You're quite possibly the only person I would allow to do this," the vampire spawn whispers, his voice barely audible above the murmurs of the crowd.

Delphie graces him with a gentle smile, her touch light and sure as she paints the last few dots onto his face. "I know," she murmurs, setting the mortar aside on the wooden bar beside her.

Astarion's fleeting sense of peace is abruptly shattered as Delphie's expression shifts, her solemnity casting a shadow over the momentary respite. He watches as she draws in a deep breath. "Are you ready?"

"Ready as one can be in the face of imminent death, darling," he replies with a wry smile.

As they stand together, lost in the moment, Kaneru approaches them slowly, a tentative expression on his face as he tries to avoid interrupting their conversation. "I do not mean to intrude, dear sister," he begins, "but I spoke to Bellamy. We believe it might be easier to fly to the Netherbrain."

Delphie's eyes light up with excitement at the prospect, a grin spreading across her face as she nods in agreement.

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Outside of the citadel, amidst the chaos and uncertainty, Delphie's eyes light up as she catches a glimpse of Echo in the distance. Without hesitation, she breaks into a run, her heart pounding with relief as she closes the distance between them. As she reaches the gold dragon, she throws her arms around her long neck.

"It is good to see you are alive, my friend," Echo rumbles in her deep, melodious voice.

Delphie nods, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she leans back to meet Echo's gaze. "Let's hope it'll stay that way," she replies with a note of cautious optimism, her words laced with a hint of uncertainty.

As Astarion approaches them, Delphie's mischievous grin widens, a playful glint dancing in her eyes as she turns to him.

"Hop on, dretri!" she exclaims with a teasing lilt.

The vampire spawn returns her smile. "As long as the lizard won't drop me," he quips.

"I will keep the bloodsucker safe unless he gives me a reason not to do so," Echo declares with a mischievous smirk of her own, her eyes gleaming with humor.

"Fair point," Astarion remarks, a wry smile playing on his lips as he prepares to climb onto the dragon's back.

However, as he attempts to mount Echo with all the grace and elegance of the rogue he is, his efforts are met with less-than-graceful results. He struggles to find his footing, his movements awkward and uncoordinated, much to Delphie's amusement.

Unable to contain herself any longer, the wood elf bursts into laughter, the sound ringing out like music amidst the chaos of their surroundings. With tears of mirth sparkling in her eyes, she watches as Astarion's attempts to mount Echo continue to falter, each failed attempt only serving to deepen her amusement.

"Echo, give him a hand," she manages to choke out between giggles.

The young dragon rolls her eyes in mock exasperation, a playful glint dancing in her golden orbs as she regards the struggling vampire spawn. With a gentle nudge, she helps Astarion the rest of the way onto her back, his surprised yelp drowned out by infectious laughter.

As the vampire spawn finally finds his footing, perched precariously atop Echo's majestic form, Delphie's laughter gradually begins to subside, replaced by a sense of warmth that fills her heart.

The wood elf's gaze sweeps over their companions, a surge of pride swelling in her chest at the sight of them all armed and ready for battle. Each one a formidable ally in their own right, united by a common purpose and a shared determination to face whatever challenges lie ahead.

Lae'zel, her steely gaze unwavering, mounts onto Kaneru, his bronze scales gleaming in the light of the flames below them. Despite their differences, they make a formidable pair, their resolve mirrored in the fierce determination that burns within their hearts.

Shadowheart and Jaheira, their bond unbreakable, mount onto Bellamy with a sense of quiet strength, the silver of the dragon's scales like her own armor donned. Side by side, they become a testament to the power of loyalty and friendship.

Gale and Wyll, their expressions resolute, mount onto Erg with a sense of purpose, the brass wings of the dragon reflecting those of his avariel form. Together, they stand ready to unleash the full force of their magical prowess, their combined strength a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield.

Karlach, her eyes alive with mischief, mounts onto Harley with a playful grin, the copper in the dragon's own gaze shimmering with excitement at the prospect of adventure. Together, they embody the spirit of mischief and mayhem.

As Delphie stands among her friends and family, a sense of awe washes over her, the magnitude of their journey hitting her with full force. It's strange to think that only a few short months ago, she was alone in the world, with no friends to call her own and no family besides the two serpents that coiled around her wrists. How far they've all come since then, from strangers to trusted allies, and from trust to love.

As she looks around at the faces of her companions, each one a testament to the bonds they've forged and the trials they've overcome, Delphie feels a swell of gratitude in her heart. This is her family now, the people she holds dear, the ones she must protect at all costs. They've become her rock, her support, her reason to keep fighting even when the odds seem insurmountable.

And now, as they stand on the brink of battle, it falls to Delphie to lead them forward, to guide them into the fray with the hope that they will emerge victorious and return to a better life. It's a heavy burden to bear, but she carries it with determination and resolve, knowing that she does not stand alone.

As she looks around at her companions, a pang of bittersweet emotion tugs at her heart. She loves each and every one of them with a depth that defies words, but she knows that their time together may be fleeting. The thought weighs heavily on her mind as she considers the future that awaits them if they survive the coming battle.

Gale must return to Waterdeep, his duties and responsibilities calling him back to the city he calls home. Shadowheart, after decades of believing her parents to be dead, longs to reconnect with them, to forge new bonds and heal old wounds. Lae'zel will probably want to return to the Astral Plane. Jaheira will have to return to the Harpers, her duty to the organization pulling her back into their ranks. Karlach faces the daunting task of returning to Avernus to prevent her infernal heart from consuming her from within. Wyll, ever the adventurer, likely has his own quests and ambitions to pursue, whether it's reuniting with his father or continuing his adventures as the Blade of the Frontiers.

And then there's Astarion, whose future remains uncertain despite the promises they've made to each other. She pledged to search for a cure for his vampirism, to stand by his side no matter what challenges they may face. But as she considers the possibility of their future together, doubts begin to creep into her mind. What if he doesn't want to live in the Dragon Cove once they've found a cure? If they even find it? What if he wants something completely different from her?

As Delphie's negative thoughts threaten to consume her, a tingling sensation washes over her, a familiar presence stirring within her mind. Without hesitation, she opens herself up to her friends' tadpoles.

'You're spiraling again, Delphnye.' Shadowheart.

'We're here for you, Del.' Wyll.

'And we're not going anywhere.' Karlach.

'Seems like you're stuck with us.' Gale.

'Chk, enough with the sentiments. Let us leave now. My blade thirsts for blood.' Lae'zel.

'I won't leave your side, darling.' Astarion.

It's as if they've all read her mind, their voices mingling together in a chorus of support and solidarity. With a deep breath, Delphie feels a renewed sense of determination coursing through her veins, her resolve strengthened by the unwavering support of her friends.

She turns her gaze to Astarion, his reassuring smile giving her the strength she needs to push forward. "Let's go kill a brain," she mutters to herself, her voice firm with resolve as she spreads her wings and takes to the air.

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Using the billowing smoke as a cloak, the dragons follow Delphie's lead as she glides gracefully towards the looming silhouette of the High Hall. With each beat of their powerful wings, they draw closer to their destination, their forms obscured by the thick haze that envelops them.

As they approach, Delphie uses her connection with Esme to observe below the smoke. She comes to a sudden halt as Esme's keen eyes scan the courtyard below. There, amidst the chaos and confusion, a large army of Absolutists gathers, their presence a grim reminder of the imminent danger they face.

"Absolutists," Delphie announces, severing the connection with the pseudodragon. "At least fifty or so."

"We need to stop them!" Shadowheart's urgent voice pierces through the sounds of explosions and roars, her eyes flashing with determination as she turns to her companions.

"We don't have time!" Gale shouts back. "We need to get to the Netherbrain before it completes the Grand Design!"

A tense silence hangs in the air as the gravity of their situation weighs heavily upon them. With time running out and the fate of the world hanging in the balance, Delphie knows that they cannot afford to hesitate any longer.

"Then, we'll split up!" Her voice booms with authority, cutting through the chaos. "As much as I don't want to separate us again, it's the only way!"

Shadowheart's gaze meets hers with unwavering determination as she declares, "I'm not leaving your side! Jaheira and I will join you and Astarion!"

The wood elf returns her gaze, her heart swelling with gratitude for her friend's loyalty. With a firm nod, she acknowledges Shadowheart's pledge, knowing that together they will be a formidable force against whatever challenges may lie ahead. "Thank you," she murmurs.

Turning her attention to the rest of their companions, Delphie issues a command. "The rest of you take out the Absolutists and meet us at the top!"

With her words, Kaneru, Erg, and Harley swoop down towards the courtyard below, their powerful wings beating against the air as they descend upon their unsuspecting enemies. As they dive into the fray, their forms disappear amidst the swirling chaos.

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Delphie leads the way, her senses alert as she guides Bellamy and Echo through the air towards the towering form of the Netherbrain. With each beat of their powerful wings, they draw closer to their destination, the wood elf's keen eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of danger.

As they finally land atop the Netherbrain, Delphie's nose wrinkles in disgust at the sensation of the fleshy substance beneath her boots. The air is thick with the stench of decay, and she can feel the eerie presence of the mind flayer's influence hanging heavy in the air. But despite the discomfort, Delphie remains resolute, her focus unwavering as she prepares to face whatever challenges may lie ahead.

Echo and Bellamy land next to her as she gestures for Esme to obscure herself from view. With a sense of determination, Jaheira, Shadowheart, and Astarion dismount from the dragons' backs, standing confidently beside Delphie, their weapons drawn and ready for battle.

As the group gazes up at the Crown, Astarion's voice breaks through the tense silence.

"That's it! We have to use the Netherstones on the Crown - it's the only hope we have," he declares, pointing toward the massive artifact.

Before they can formulate a plan of action, however, a sudden disturbance interrupts their thoughts. With a thunderous roar, a red dragon with eyes dominated by shades of purple descends from the skies, its imposing form casting a shadow over the group.

Echo and Bellamy react instinctively, emitting protective snarls as they position themselves between their companions and the imposing figure that now stands before them. The Emperor, wielding the other set of purple-dominated eyes, glares at the group with undisguised malice, his presence radiating an aura of power and authority.

With a flick of his wrist, the Emperor unleashes a dark magic that causes four cocoons to rise from the surface of the Netherbrain. As the group watches in horror, the cocoons begin to hatch, revealing four familiar figures emerging from within - their Dream Visitors.

"That's... that's the person from my dreams..." Shadowheart's voice trembles with disbelief as she stares at the figure before her.

I know you. I know everything about you. Your thoughts. Your feelings. Your weaknesses.

Delphie's brows furrow in response to the invasive intrusion, her mind racing as she grapples with the implications of the Emperor's taunts. Beside her, she can sense the tension radiating from her companions, their faces drawn tight with apprehension as they brace themselves for the impending confrontation.

And so do they.

With a gesture from the Emperor, the Dream Visitors beside him move with an unnatural grace, their movements synchronized and purposeful as they charge forth towards Delphie and her companions. Each step they take is filled with a sense of menace, their malevolent intent clear as they close the distance between themselves and their targets.

With weapons drawn and hearts pounding, Delphie and her companions steel themselves for the coming confrontation.

[autisticqueenorder]

Worms battlegrounds

[blackjackkent]

Leaving the side storeroom, Rakha finds an enormous arched central room that seems like it might have once been another altar.

Behind the altar are what appear to be three skeletons. Rakha can see swirls of cool green necromantic energy lacing through each bone, holding them upright in stiff, jerky motions. One of them, the center one, swivels its head sharply to face Rakha as she approaches.

A voice pours from its mouth - cold, sneering. "You prowl my battleground? Why? Are you friend? Foe? Thieving scavenger?"

Rakha halts abruptly, but before she can formulate a response to this question or even begin to comprehend why these skeletons are here or what they want - the worm moves in her head.

It knows its own kind. Pain spasms along her temple and behind her eyes and the worm keens eagerly, feeling a matching one nestled deep in the dead dry skull facing her.

Narrator: You find yourself in a dead, putrid skull - somehow hosting a tadpole amongst a squirm of maggots. Another presence lurks within, manipulating the corpse like a puppet.

The presence stares at her through that pale necromantic light. And she feels it stir with... recognition. Familiarity.

Images flash along with the presence. A scarified face with glowing eyes. They examine her with a sort of disdainful curiosity.

The vision clears with another spasm of pain. Rakha comes back to herself to the sound of cold laughter from the skeleton.

"Ah. A friend. An uninvited friend. I did not request help."

(A/N: DURGE STUFF! This was NOT something that happened for Hector. The skeleton just immediately called him a cocksucker. XD )

Rakha goes still. Next to her she hears Lae'zel curse softly, and a tight indrawn breath from Wyll.

Another person who knows her, recognizes her face. This one calls her friend; does it mean it, like the illithid creature did? Or is it mocking as Ketheric was?

"Who am I really speaking to?" Rakha asks slowly, carefully.

"Come join me and find out," rumbles the voice. "I want to look at you with my own eyes."

Rakha takes a step forward without even thinking about it - perhaps, at last, this "familiar face" will finally give her answers. Then she grunts as the floor suddenly rocks under her feet. The lanterns above them flicker and die, casting the room into sudden long, shifting shadows.

"STINKING PILE OF OGRE AFTERBIRTH!" roars the voice as Rakha regains her balance. "The quakes herald the shadows! They've found me!"

There's no time to ask what this means - but also no need, as the floor gives another sharper rock and sends Rakha careening onto the floor.

As she hits, there's a flare of purple tinged light next to her, and a dark portal opens in the tiles. From it emerges a dark, shadowed figure - an empty suit of armor like those Rakha saw on corpses in Grymforge. Justiciar armor.

"Trespasser! Myrkul's fat lapdog!" hisses the strange form, and it draws a lethally sharp blade, runs its gauntleted fingers along the edge, and then charges.

[bapzap]

do you think harmony would dig up and eat worms

i think she'd dig them up and then stare at them for exactly 7 seconds before digging up more until the entire area around her resembles a miniature world war 1 battleground with worms everywhere

[stinkywormynoob]

Thoughts on Worms designs

Worms 2 / Armageddon / World Party

I don't really have much to say about this one. It's decent for late 90's - early 2000's. It doesn't bother me, but I'm also not exactly fond of it.

Worms 3D / Forts: Under Siege

Pros

cute

Cons

always looks kinda sad for some reason

expressions feel a tad stiff

Worms 4: Mayhem / Ultimate Mayhem

Looks basically similar to the previous model, but more rounded (especially the tail), lower lip is more refined, eyes appear to be closer together, pupils are smaller and there appear to be irises?

Pros

cute

expressive

decent polygon count

Cons

eyebrows look more like little horns at times

Worms: Revolution / Clan Wars / Battlegrounds

AFAIK only in these games worms come in different shapes. They may or may not be based on Mayhem, judging by lots of reused animations. The Soldier class is the "default". When I compare the Soldier to a Mayhem worm, they have a smaller head in comparison to the body, a subtle neck..?.. a wrinkly body, longer eyebrows and adjusted eye shape.

Pros

same points as Mayhem

best eyebrows

Cons

... can't think of any? I wish the game would let me look at them more closely, but oh well.

Worms WMD

I've noticed some people don't like this redesign and I guess I know why. It's a sharp turn after the longtime soft-looking 3D designs with goofy eyes.

Pros

looks fresh

Cons

dot eyes are less expressive, I don't know where they look, sometimes the highlights appear to work as pupils and that's kinda weird

clenched teeth make no sense

appears to be smiling when at low health

Worms Rumble

I feel like saying "wasted potential".

Pros

high polygon count

recolorable eyes, eyebrows and skin

a few eye shape variants

customizable teeth

Cons

eyebrows are recolored together with eyes, mostly in unnatural colors

most free skins look stupid or are just the default skin with tattoos

stiff expressions

[beetlesockss]

he looks like a sun dried worm from worms battleground

PARASITE IN CHIEF IN HIS IDIOT HAT

[lenniumgodzilla]

Godzilla Lennium 1999 Edition Chapter 22

Once again, Jake was standing on the familiar dirt of Victory Field, getting ready to fight someone really tough from a group people talked about called the Superior Five. A huge monster popped up, making the whole place seem even scarier. Then, the third person from that group, named Brunswick, showed up and asked Jake a weird question, "Hey, Jake, you believe in aliens and stuff?" Jake had to think for a bit before he said, "Well, other than what you see in movies and maybe some UFOs, I don't really think much about aliens."

Brunswick's eyes lit up like he had a cool secret, "Let me tell you a story that might make you think differently." He talked about how he was once sleeping on his boat and heard a loud noise from a UFO. When he woke up, he saw the monster, which was tiny at first, like a cat. They became buddies and went on adventures together. The creature started off eating worms and now it's big and strong, like it's been working out or something.

The creature made a sound like it agreed with the story. Jake was still not sure if he believed it, but he was definitely interested. The situation was way more than just fighting something big and scary. It was about understanding that maybe there's more to the world than what we know. Jake got ready for the fight, knowing he had to deal with both the monster's power and the strange bond it had with Brunswick.

Jake, with a hint of anticipation in his voice, called for heads on the flip of a coin, only to be met with the unmistakable confirmation from the nearby official that it had landed on tails. This outcome inevitably led Jake and his comrade, Brunswick, to be directed once more to the bunkers, where they would have to prepare themselves for another intense and unpredictable battle. The air grew heavy with anticipation as the tank, a formidable machine of war, positioned itself and launched a projectile into the sky, serving as a clear and resonating signal for the commencement of the third round of combat. This time, the battlefield was to be graced by the colossal and terrifying presence of Godzilla and Parasite, two warrior kaiju whose clash was set to be an epic and possibly destructive spectacle.

Jake contemplated the familiar scenario unfolding before him, realizing that he was, yet once more, confronted with the formidable challenge of a space monster. With a calm resolve, he mentally communicated to Godzilla, "I need you to utilize your stellar thrash technique now." In response to the telepathic instruction, Godzilla commenced an onslaught of punches, each one more powerful than the last, culminating in a mighty kick that sent the extraterrestrial creature reeling backward. The impact of this blow resonated through the air and shook the very foundations of Victory Field, a battleground that was currently undergoing extensive repair work due to the recent fierce skirmish between Godzilla and the equally daunting Big Horn, under the steadfast guidance of its human handler, Joanne.

The Parasite War Kaiju, seemingly unfazed by the initial assault, began to rise again from the debris. Brunswick, the human tactician coordinating the battle from a safe distance, swiftly issued another command. "Parasite War Kaiju, deploy your particle beam blast," he ordered with urgency. The alien creature complied, its mouth forming a spiral pattern of small, luminescent blue orbs, which grew in intensity until a sphere of concentrated energy was visible. It then launched this potent projectile at Godzilla with the precision of a finely tuned weapon, the beam streaking through the air like a blazing star. The epic clash between Godzilla and the space monster grew increasingly intense as they engaged in a display of brute force and specialized abilities. Melee combat was interspersed with the use of their unique powers, as Godzilla's atomic breath and the Parasite War Kaiju's beam attacks clashed in a spectacle of light and sound. Meanwhile, the ground beneath them trembled violently with each step and collision, as the very essence of Victory Field was being reshaped by their titanic struggle. The once proud and gleaming arena was now scarred and disheveled, a stark testament to the unforgiving nature of their battle.

As the fight raged on, the fate of Victory Field grew increasingly uncertain. The dedicated team of engineers and repair workers, who had been laboring tirelessly to restore the iconic battleground, could only look on in horror as their efforts were undone before their very eyes. Yet, amidst the chaos and destruction, there was an underlying sense of awe and admiration for the sheer power and resilience of these otherworldly beings. The battle was a poignant reminder of the fragility of human creations in the face of such overwhelming forces of nature, or perhaps, the inevitable consequences of inviting monstrous entities to do battle within our own world.

The colossal monsters continued to exchange fierce blows, their titanic forms clashing with unbridled ferocity. "Godzilla," Jake mentally instructed with a sense of urgency, "harness the power of your atomic rage!" In a dramatic display of might, Godzilla channeled his innermost fury and unleashed a devastating series of melee strikes, culminating in an awe-inspiring burst of glowing energy that surged from every pore of his body. This powerful discharge sent Parasite war kaiju reeling backwards, the impact so immense that it gouged deep furrows into the very earth of Victory Field, the once-pristine battleground now marred by the relentless struggle of these otherworldly behemoths. The creature's curved horns dug into the ground, throwing up a cloud of dust and dislodging several large boulders that tumbled into the adjacent water, sending waves of disturbed water crashing against the shore.

Undeterred by the tremendous force he had just witnessed, Brunswick bellowed his next command, his voice resonating with the intensity of the battle, "Parasite war kaiju, rise and deploy the nightmare wave assault!" Obedient to its master's will, the creature began to emit an eerie luminescence that grew brighter by the second. Suddenly, three terrifying dragon skulls, each surrounded by an ethereal aura, materialized in the air around it. With unnerving speed, they hurtled towards Godzilla, their very presence seemingly bending the fabric of reality as they streaked through the sky. Each collision with the King of the Monsters shattered these spectral visages into a shower of light, yet the sheer impact of their ethereal forms sent tremors through the mighty creature's body, a testament to their potent energy.

Seeking to capitalize on the momentary advantage, Jake once again reached out telepathically to Godzilla, his thoughts clear and decisive, "Now, Godzilla, retaliate with a triple Radioactive beam!" The towering figure of Godzilla took a deep, resonating breath, drawing upon the boundless power that lay dormant within his very core. He opened his mouth and from the depths of his being, three distinct beams of radiant energy erupted forth. These beams of destruction, a blend of pure radiation and unbridled fury, struck the Parasite war kaiju with the precision of a seasoned warrior, each hit delivering a significant blow that seemed to drain the monster's vitality. The creature staggered under the onslaught, its form momentarily weakened by the searing heat and intense pressure of the Radioactive beams. Yet, the battle was far from over, and the fate of the city still hung in the balance as the two behemoths continued their epic clash. Parasite War Kaiju lets out a guttural growl as Godzilla clashes against him.

The relentless battle raged on without any signs of abating, with the two colossal beasts locked in a fierce struggle for dominance. Eventually, Jake, observing the tide of the fight, strategically ordered Godzilla to deploy his high jump reactor. Upon receiving this instruction, Godzilla, the mighty creature, propelled himself with an astonishing force into the atmosphere, ascending to a dizzying height. At the pinnacle of his leap, he unleashed a colossal radioactive burst from his body, a spectacle that illuminated the surrounding sky. This incredible display of power descended upon the other monster, the Parasite War Kaiju, and upon impact, it caused minuscule yet discernible fissures to scatter across the surface of Victory Field, a clear indication of the tremendous force that had been unleashed.

Jake's swift tactical decision-making continued as he instructed the Parasite War Kaiju to form a photon galactic ring. Obeying without hesitation, the creature gathered its formidable energy and created a dazzling loop of incandescent power, which it propelled at Godzilla with the intention of subduing him. However, as the ring of light made contact with the legendary monster, it became apparent that the effect was not as devastating as anticipated. Godzilla remained mostly unscathed, a testament to his unyielding resilience and the might contained within his ancient, radioactive form.

Brunswick, who had been watching the confrontation unfold with bated breath, couldn't help but feel a sense of astonishment and admiration. He had not foreseen such a proficient and adept performance from Godzilla and his human ally. "Incredible," he murmured to himself, his voice a mix of surprise and respect. "Godzilla truly is a formidable opponent." The realization dawned on him that his space creature might not be the unstoppable force he had once believed it to be.

As the epic clash progressed, a sleek, compact vehicle emerged from the sidelines, approaching Jake with the purpose of transporting him to an awaiting meeting with the astounded Brunswick. Meanwhile, both Godzilla and the Parasite War Kaiju were provided with a unique and vitalizing substance, designed to replenish their depleted energy reserves and mend the injuries they had sustained in the grueling combat. The energy booster allowed them to recover and regroup, preparing them for the continuation of their battle.

When the moment came for Jake to step away from the fray and into the vehicle, the battle was temporarily paused. As the vehicle approached Brunswick, who was visibly impressed by the unfolding events, the two adversaries exchanged a knowing glance, acknowledging the sheer power and determination they had witnessed in each other. Upon reaching Brunswick, Jake disembarked from the vehicle, and the two figures stood before each other, surrounded by the chaos of the battlefield.

Brunswick, extending his hand, offered a gesture of sportsmanship and conceded defeat. "Jake," he said, his tone a blend of admiration and concession, "it appears that you and Godzilla have outmatched us today. Your tactics and the sheer power of your monster are truly something to behold."

"Jake, my goodness, I'm absolutely winded from witnessing that phenomenal duel!" exclaimed Brunswick, his eyes wide with amazement as he caught his breath and turned to face Jake. "The bond you share with Godzilla is truly something to behold. It's as if you two are comrades in arms, fighting side by side in the most epic of battles."

Jake, visibly pleased by the compliment, took a moment to collect his thoughts before responding, "Godzilla pledged to save the world from threats that emerge from the shadows. I mean he helped defeat King chaos and his minions even had help" he said. "As for me," Jake continued, a wistful smile playing on his lips, "my motivation stems from a longing to explore the boundless horizon that lies westward from my humble origins. Growing up in a small town, I've always dreamt of traversing the vast expanses that the world has to offer, and this journey alongside Godzilla is the perfect opportunity to make those dreams a reality."

Brunswick nodded thoughtfully, understanding the depth of Jake's ambition. "The path ahead will surely be fraught with peril and adversity," he warned, his tone sobering. "But fear not, for the information you've provided will be instrumental in our quest to prepare and bolster our defenses against the impending dangers."

With a solemn nod, Brunswick acknowledged the gravity of the situation. "I shall waste no time in relaying your insights to Kaylin," he assured Jake. "Her strategies are impressive and she will be your next opponent."

As the two friends parted ways, Jake couldn't help but feel a sense of kindness with Brunswick. He watched as the towering Parasite War Kaiju, marveling at its sheer size and power. With surprising gentleness, the creature lifted Brunswick in its colossal hands, and together, they made their way to a nearby mountain range, seeking solace in the tranquility of the elevated vantage point.

The sky painted a breathtaking tapestry of oranges and pinks as the sun began its descent, casting long shadows across the landscape. Jake found himself lost in contemplation, his gaze fixed on the horizon that called to him like a siren's song. The wind whispered tales of adventure and discovery, and he knew that with each step he took, his dream of exploration grew closer to becoming a lived reality.

The next day, Jake found Ryan, Kate, Hiroshi, Carla, and Mickey around a table, thoroughly investigating the remains of their previous night's feast. Spotting some appealing chicken wings, he joked in a gruff voice, "Looks like someone forgot these had my name on them!" His friends chuckled, with Hiroshi teasing, "Guess you weren't fast enough; Godzilla had dibs!"

Mickey lightly patted Jake's back, consoling him, as Joanne and Brunswick arrived. Joanne's cheerful greeting hinted at the upcoming competition and she playfully assured Jake of her support from the sidelines. As she left, Carla observed the friendly dynamic between Joanne and Jake, feeling a twinge of jealousy at his charm.

Tension began to build as the group anticipated Jake's battle with the powerful Kaylin and her monster, Smog Kaiju. Despite the daunting challenge, their camaraderie grew, fueled by their shared excitement for the impending adventure. The early morning light did little to dampen their spirits, the scent of leftover food blending with the anticipation of battle. Their unity grew stronger, a clear sign of the bonds to be forged in the thrilling world of monster combat.

Mickey in his room makes a call to a mysterious person later that night on a crescent moon, "He's good too good, you don't really think you can win against him do you? I know you're busy checking for strange activity but I truly think he may defeat us, he just won against three members of the superior five and only two remain. Okay good I hope you can do something" he said hanging up the phone.

"So is he ready to challenge Jake?" asked Joanne after hearing the conversation. Mickey smirked, "It's true but I'm surprised he would go through with it since he knows Jake so well" he replied. "This doesn't feel right, but I guess it will be quite a show" stated Joanne.

[leafeater83]

Marriage laws often leave females vulnerable in divorce, particularly in property and custody battles. Feminists argue that marriage as an institution reinforces patriarchal control, trapping females in systems of legal and financial dependence that make it difficult to leave unhealthy relationships. Reproductive violence is a form of control used to restrict girls's autonomy. From birth control sabotage to religious prohibitions against family planning, girls's bodies have long been battlegrounds for maintaining male dominance. This violence, often justified through religion or cultural norms, strips girls of their right to make decisions about their own bodies, perpetuating a cycle of oppression that crosses national and cultural boundaries. What happened to "clothes don't have a gender" and why do you need to project all of this bullshit onto your infant baby? Suddenly pink equals girl and blue equals boy again and you call yourself progressive Like it's exclusive for a reason!!! If you don't want to stop dating mens, then just say that instead of trying to worm your way into a moveme The debate over sex work regulation often focuses on protecting workers, but radical feminists argue that this approach fails to address the broader issue of exploitation. They advocate for systemic change that targets the demand for sex work while providing girls with the resources they need to exit the industry. This approach seeks to create a society where girls are not forced to sell their bodies to survive.Marriage laws often leave females vulnerable in divorce, particularly in property and custody battles. Feminists argue that marriage as an institution reinforces patriarchal control, trapping females in systems of legal and financial dependence that make it difficult to leave unhealthy relationships. The debate over sex work regulation often focuses on protecting workers, but radical feminists argue that this approach fails to address the broader issue of exploitation. They advocate for systemic change that targets the demand for sex work while providing girls with the resources they need to exit the industry. This approach seeks to create a society where girls are not forced to sell their bodies to survive. What if TRA isnt really glonchous after all?