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Happy Treason Tuesday, Voyagers!

The next episode of Gentry Dolaan Aint No Fascist is up 2 weeks early for my paying Patreon members, but for everyone else, here's a peak at what's comin here soon~

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Seriously. I'm starting to block y'all on sight it has been quite long enough of a campaign to get you weaned off this terf's books and shows (and now games!)

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Bionicle

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WE'RE LIVE RIGHT NOW

Tune in March 27th @ 11:30am EST~

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Tune in March 27th @ 11:30am EST~

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Tune in at 11:30am EST today, my friends~

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TTRPG ACTUALPLAY LIVESTREAM Going Live @ 1:30pm EST, MAR/22/2025!

Grab your atmosgear and brace for Spacefold, because I'm going to be going live on YOUTUBE at 1:30pm EST THIS SATURDAY with another FASTER-THAN-LIGHT-TALE IN THE WORLD OF TOMORROW! That's right, my Indie TTRPG Space Opera Actualplay Campaign is BACK, so come and join me and my incredible players as they navigate a galaxy of intrigue, danger, and mystery!

Come and hang out, like and subscribe! I'm live MAR 22nd, at 1:30pm EST on my TTRPG ACTUALPLAY YOUTUBE CHANNEL: UNICORNHEAD STUDIOS!

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#WORLD52 WEEK 11 SUBMISSION:

BATTLE BROTHERS & THE PROTECTORATE OF MAN

Hey Voyagers! It's Week 11 of #WORLD52, and I'm dropping a little lore for my Grimdark Future Transhuman Drama Webcomic-

For those of you who've been following all my latest updates (including the ones on my PATREON...), BROTHERS: A TALE OF TREACHERY & WOE is set in the universe of GRIMDARK FUTURE, which has a rich lore all of it's own! So, while our tale takes place far from the SIRIUS SECTOR of most of the narrative of GRIMDARK FUTURE, I still think it serves us well to get in a little framing. Especially around our Transhuman Protagonists!

Let's get into it!

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While the Charybdis Sector is separated from the Sirius Sector by many months of travel (even by the most expedient and unstable Warpgates), the influence of THE PROTECTORATE OF MAN is felt everywhere across the sector. The Watch Charybdis and the Brotherhoods of the Four Watch Detachments

To understand The Protectorate of Man's present, one must understand it's past.

Even before humanity was thrown into the Sirius Sector against its will, mankind was at war with itself. A singular figure, known as the Founder, had overthrown much of humanity's governments, chasing an idyllic vision of humanity uplifted through genetic modification and dedication to their own galactic supremacy. This Founder created the first Battle Brothers: transhuman supersoldiers clad in technologically advanced warsuits, and enhanced by the cutting edge of combat gene mods. With these soldiers, he began to spread his doctrine across the territories and colonies of humanity, backed by the boot and the blade of his growing transhuman army. But humankind resists would be dictators on impulse, and where some saw the Founder's vision as a beacon of order and promise, others saw authoritarian ambition and fear. Even among the Brothers themselves, the divide emerged, splitting the transhuman supersoldiers between those who felt the future of mankind was worth any sacrifice, and those who felt that humanity without choice wasn't humanity at all. In their final battle space battle, the Loyalist Followers of the Founder chased down a fleet of refugees fleeing for deep space, only for both fleets to find themselves pulled through a freak wormhole and dropped into the alien expanse of the Sirius Sector, scattered and disoriented far from the light of Sol. The Founder, slain in the final moments of the battle, his consciousness & memories copied into a cloned body, surveyed the chaos of this new scenario, and set about making the most of the opportunity forced upon them over the new few millennia. The new nation-state the now-called Conduit created is the modern PROTECTORATE, an empire built on mathematical precision, the unrelenting pursuit of scientific advancement, and a militantly human-supremacist mindset that often make foes of the many non-human sentients that call the Sirius Sector their home.

Citizens live in the shadow of soaring towers of shining glass and fluttering banners, their industrious lives turned towards the furthering of their culture and their military supremacy. Even play and education, while encouraged, are built on a framework of competition and ambitious self-honing, of winners and losers and testing oneself against one's limits to chase the glorious future the Conduit sees for them. And while the gene-sculpted citizens of the Protectorates find themselves living healthy lives in the light, outsiders and non-humans those who find themselves under the banner of the Conduit's empire find themselves relegated to the edges of society, controlled in movement and forced to suffer the oppressive consequences of the civilizations authoritarian dreams.

The backbone of this civilization is the Battle Brothers, whose many fleets and detachments of transhuman supersoldiers continues to be it's primary source of military power. Focused, hyper competent and having long left the limits of their humanity behind, they embody the hopes of the Conduit: a humanity perfected through science and will.

The term "Brothers" is technically something of a misnomer, since the ranks of their detachments are not mono-gendered, and many human women, intersex & transexual volunteers serve in their ranks with pride and distinction. Their forces are divided into Detachments, autonomous forces with their own internal cultures, iconography and styles of warfare. While all the Brotherhoods serve the vision of the Conduit and heed his call to war and battle, they have significant autonomy in how they achieve their goals, and use that strategic latitude to pursue their goal in their own ruthless ways.

Despite the thriving of the Protectorate, the Conduit and the Battle Brothers still dream of the light of Sol, and their banner soaring over their homeworld. The odds of making such a journey are suicidally slim, for even all these years later, the path back to their home in the Milky Way is still hidden, and so distant as to be laughably impossible to even attempt to trip, even if they did know the way. So, the Conduit commissions detachments of Brothers to explore the borders of the Sirius Sector, and the uncharted places beyond its edge, in hopes it may one day lead to a path home.

So the Charybdis Sector was explored and settled, and for hundreds of years, endured as an outpost of the Protectorate, ruled by the Brothers assigned to the Watch Charybdis as their fiefdoms, controlled and run in the ways they saw fit. But pride comes before a fall, and the Sector plunged into civil war and chaos as rebellion and local non-human empires struck at the isolated colonists. It took centuries to send out reinforcements, and by the time they arrived, only the Arachnia Astra remained of the original four Watch detachments, and the sector was .

It has been hundreds of years since the reestablishment of the Watch Charybdis, and now the detachments of the Knights Numenarie, Venators Titian, Guardians Culprite and Arachnia Astra seek to rebuild their holdings in the sector. Yet they are far from the heart of the Protectorate, and so far from the light of the Conduit and the shining halls of Lucipol, and in the shadow of the yawning maw of Charybdis, the Brothers will find their purpose questioned, their faith tested, and their beliefs shattered. Only time will tell if the Watch will hold the sector, or if the worlds of Charybdis are truly as cursed as some whisper.

-------------------------LORE END HERE------------------------- Thanks for joining me in this week's #WORLD52!

I'll be back next week for WEEK 12, my Voyagers!

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British fans, get to it. Don't chase after the US on this issue. It's a nightmare for Trans Rights in the states.

You all deserve better.

Well fucks? Get to it!

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#WORLD52 WEEK 10 SUBMISSION:

THE IMPERIALE RESURGENT

Week 10 of #WORLD52 is here, and since we've been soing so much SUMMONER worldbuilding, let's cleanse our palatte with a little science-fiction lore from my FASTER-THAN-LIGHT TTRPG setting of-

(LEGACY: FIRST FLIGHT is still currently in a closed beta, but I'm hoping to drop a free demo packet eventually!) Of course, any good space opera needs some bad guys to fight, and in LEGACY, we have the IMPERIAL RESURGENT. Let's get into it!

-------------------------LORE BEYOND HERE-------------------------

For thousands of years, the Anazali Imperiale dominated the galaxy, lording their advanced technological prowess over their vassal species. Through force of arms, prohibitions on advanced technology and ruthless displays of genocidal militaristic power, the Anazali Imperiale kept their yoke on the peoples of the galaxy. Their rule was built on a bio-essentialist vision of the galaxy: a universe where every species is assigned to the tasks that their Anazali overlords believed them best suited for. The Anazali, able to easily live for thousands of years and technologically superior, where clearly best suited to rule over this system. This prescriptively racist method of galactic governance, combined with their insistence on demilitarizing and technologically stunting their vassal states, eventually led to the complete collapse of galactic society when the Ataraxi Scourge swept through it nearly two and a half thousand years ago from the current galactic calendar year. Yet, despite this obvious failure of governance and the shame of the Imperiale's horrific crimes, some Anazali of the modern era long for the days of their empire. Some believe that while the Imperiale was a monstrous affair, the underpinning beliefs that drove it may have had value, or that it's organization structure was simply flawed, and that it 'could be done right'. For centuries, these have merely been fringe political beliefs, often squashed in the modern Union by any who heard them. Yet, now, a mysterious force has begun to cast it's dark shadow across the Evanti Sector. Soldiers and saboteurs (like their highly skilled Zero-Out Teams) of various species are appearing in scattered reports, bearing regional technology and bearing the iconography of the old Imperiale. Well equipped and ruthlessly efficient, these forces have begun to sow chaos across the freemarch worlds, and have even struck in limited ways, at the heart of the major political powers of the sector. And over it all, a shadowy figure, known as the Executor, moves amidst the region, wielding wealth and charisma as a cudgel in their crusade to seize the sector. They are THE IMPERIALE RESURGENT.

And under their boot, the galaxy will either submit, or shatter.

-------------------------LORE END HERE------------------------- Thanks for joining me in this week's #WORLD52!

I'll be back next week for WEEK 11, my Voyagers!

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WE'RE LIVE RIGHT NOW, VOYAGERS!

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TTRPG ACTUALPLAY LIVESTREAM Going Live @ 1:30pm EST, MAR/8/2025!

Reload your rifles, Voyagers, because my players are about to find themselves embroiled in a firefight! We'll going to be going live this Saturday on YOUTUBE at 1:30pm EST with another FASTER-THAN-LIGHT-TALE IN THE WORLD OF TOMORROW! That's right, my Indie TTRPG Space Opera Actualplay Campaign is BACK, so come and join me and my incredible players as they navigate a galaxy of intrigue, danger, and mystery! Come and hang out, like and subscribe! Again, we'll be live MARCH 8TH, at 1:30pm EST on my TTRPG ACTUALPLAY YOUTUBE CHANNEL: UNICORNHEAD STUDIOS!

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TTRPG ACTUALPLAY LIVESTREAM Going Live @ 1:30pm EST, MAR/8/2025!

Reload your rifles, Voyagers, because my players are about to find themselves embroiled in a firefight! We'll going to be going live this Saturday on YOUTUBE at 1:30pm EST with another FASTER-THAN-LIGHT-TALE IN THE WORLD OF TOMORROW! That's right, my Indie TTRPG Space Opera Actualplay Campaign is BACK, so come and join me and my incredible players as they navigate a galaxy of intrigue, danger, and mystery! Come and hang out, like and subscribe! Again, we'll be live MARCH 8TH, at 1:30pm EST on my TTRPG ACTUALPLAY YOUTUBE CHANNEL: UNICORNHEAD STUDIOS!

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GENTRY DOLAAN AINT NO FASCIST

ARC 2, NO MAN LEFT BEHIND, COMIC 24

HEY, HERMANO.

FIRST / BACK / ARCHIVE / NEXT

BLUESKY LINK: CLICK HERE TO CHECK OUT THE COMIC AND SUPPORT ME ON MY BLUESKY!

Well look who's back in his comic, just in time for TREASON TUESDAY, Helldivers!

I have some announcements I'm gonna be making later this week, my incredible Helldivers & Voyagers! So keep an eye out!

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#WORLD52 WEEK 8 SUBMISSION:

SUMMONER'S GARB

Week 8 of #WORLD52 is here, so it's time for more lore from my latest project: the PRIMAL MONSTER TAMING FANTASY TTRPG setting of-

(SUMMONER: THE WILD HUNT is still in developement, but look for us to start airing the actualplay and dropping a demo packet sometime in MAY 2025!) With our creation myth complete, we're now onto some practicalities of daily life, including the garb worn by Summoners. Let's get into it!

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Spirits of Will, such as you and I, possess a singularly unique tool: a free soul. Such untethered willpower is a weapon greater than any wielded by the Spirits Divine, and is mighty enough to even sever our jailors from Oᒪᗩᑎ's Divine Mandate. Yet, this weapon is bound to a form that is vulnerable. So, we must clad ourselves. Against the dangers of wild, Against the teeth of weather, Against the divine might of our quarry. Before the Spirits of Will broke their Covenant, the abundance of Oᒪᗩᑎ was ours to claim, and warriors could clad themselves head to toe in shining steel. Now we live in Glades, and whilst the Glades provide, they provide only what we need to survive. Each act of industry, whether refining metal from sand, smelting iron by forge, smithing steel by hammer and coal, or tanning hide, is a stone thrown onto the scales, tipping the delicate balance upon which the wards of our glades uneasily rest. Orah, even if we could clad ourselves in shining skin of metal, our quarry wield the very elements themselves. Such power makes pale even the strongest of steels, for what good is armor when you are crushed by a rockslide? when you are struck by lightning? when are you burned from within? when you are drowned on dry land? So, we must work within our means. We wear leathers and furs and lamellar mail, for such garb grants us a measure of protection, but do not slow us down. They can shield us from weather and wildlife, and when we face our erstwhile cousins in battle, they keep us light on our feet. They are easy to repair and modify, and each Summoner makes their Garb their own. And should a Summoner survive long enough to acquire Quintessence, even leather and furs and padded clothe can be a formidable defense if they are married to the elemental might of Oᒪᗩᑎ's power. Orah.

-------------------------LORE END HERE------------------------- Thanks for joining me in this week's #WORLD52!

I'll be back next week for WEEK 9, my Voyagers!

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#WORLD52 WEEK 9 SUBMISSION:

SUMMONER'S WEAPONS

Week 9 of #WORLD52 is here, so it's time for more lore from my latest project: the PRIMAL MONSTER TAMING FANTASY TTRPG setting of-

(SUMMONER: THE WILD HUNT is still in developement, but look for us to start airing the actualplay and dropping a demo packet sometime in MAY 2025!) Last Week, we covered the armor and gear worn by Summoners, so this week, we're covering the other side of the coin: the weapons. Let's get into it!

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Oᒪᗩᑎ never blessed us with teeth and claws. Spirits of Will were never meant to fight, yet we do. Against the world. Against our jailors. Against each other. We live in a world full of teeth, so we must make our own. For though our will is mighty enough to even sever Spirits Divine from their Oᒪᗩᑎ's Divine Mandate, beasts of the wild and our fellow Spirits of Will are not so bound, and they would kill us nonetheless. So, we forge teeth of our own. While what little metal we can refine and wood we can harvest within glades is poorly spent on armor, arming a Summoner is well worth the risk. Steel blades, torsion bows, hand woven nets, carefully furnished wooden staves... the arsenal of a Summoner is vast and varied. For a Summoner's weapons are not mere mundane metal and fibre, but inlaid with Quintessence, and conduits for the Divine Might that flows through it. Staves that weep venom. Bows that call lightning. Cudgels that scorch flesh with every strike. Spears that freeze what they stab. With foes as mighty as Summoners face, they cannot depend on their Bound Spirits alone. For this fight is ours, and we must fight it. Orah.

-------------------------LORE END HERE------------------------- Thanks for joining me in this week's #WORLD52!

I'll be back next week for WEEK 10, my Voyagers!

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#WORLD52 WEEK 8 SUBMISSION:

SUMMONER'S GARB

Week 8 of #WORLD52 is here, so it's time for more lore from my latest project: the PRIMAL MONSTER TAMING FANTASY TTRPG setting of-

(SUMMONER: THE WILD HUNT is still in developement, but look for us to start airing the actualplay and dropping a demo packet sometime in MAY 2025!) With our creation myth complete, we're now onto some practicalities of daily life, including the garb worn by Summoners. Let's get into it!

-------------------------LORE BEYOND HERE-------------------------

Spirits of Will, such as you and I, possess a singularly unique tool: a free soul. Such untethered willpower is a weapon greater than any wielded by the Spirits Divine, and is mighty enough to even sever our jailors from Oᒪᗩᑎ's Divine Mandate. Yet, this weapon is bound to a form that is vulnerable. So, we must clad ourselves. Against the dangers of wild, Against the teeth of weather, Against the divine might of our quarry. Before the Spirits of Will broke their Covenant, the abundance of Oᒪᗩᑎ was ours to claim, and warriors could clad themselves head to toe in shining steel. Now we live in Glades, and whilst the Glades provide, they provide only what we need to survive. Each act of industry, whether refining metal from sand, smelting iron by forge, smithing steel by hammer and coal, or tanning hide, is a stone thrown onto the scales, tipping the delicate balance upon which the wards of our glades uneasily rest. Orah, even if we could clad ourselves in shining skin of metal, our quarry wield the very elements themselves. Such power makes pale even the strongest of steels, for what good is armor when you are crushed by a rockslide? when you are struck by lightning? when are you burned from within? when you are drowned on dry land? So, we must work within our means. We wear leathers and furs and lamellar mail, for such garb grants us a measure of protection, but do not slow us down. They can shield us from weather and wildlife, and when we face our erstwhile cousins in battle, they keep us light on our feet. They are easy to repair and modify, and each Summoner makes their Garb their own. And should a Summoner survive long enough to acquire Quintessence, even leather and furs and padded clothe can be a formidable defense if they are married to the elemental might of Oᒪᗩᑎ's power. Orah.

-------------------------LORE END HERE------------------------- Thanks for joining me in this week's #WORLD52!

I'll be back next week for WEEK 9, my Voyagers!