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@catchamber it gives small and unimpressive people a way to feel better about themselves by imaging themselves as members of an in group. Also serves as a basis for some to oppress others. I guess that is a type of utility?
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me wanting to play out shit from a setting from around 2010 that only europeans know...
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what did he mean by this
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the issue is them king your thread was great (i didnt read it)
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no fucking way
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while tru, quantity != quality, the fact is there's enough good writers out there with diverse enough interests to fit most niches apart from the unrealistically specific i.e. kitten beheading RP
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About me:
Where do I begin. I'm from Belarus, and fairly proud of it. I've been RPing about a decade starting mostly with chat stuff and some LARPs/reenactments, doing the stuff of this site for maybe half a decade now. I'm a former serviceman, and while I was conscripted I make sure to stay in related circles. As a day job I'm a programmer letting me usually work from home even when we don't have coronavirus forcing us to do so and thus I got a lot of time for RP.
About me:
Where do I begin. I'm from Belarus, and fairly proud of it. I've been RPing about a decade starting mostly with chat stuff and some LARPs/reenactments, doing the stuff of this site for maybe half a decade now. I'm a former serviceman, and while I was conscripted I make sure to stay in related circles. As a day job I'm a programmer letting me usually work from home even when we don't have coronavirus forcing us to do so and thus I got a lot of time for RP.
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Posted. I'll probably wait for more of the stunties to come before challenging them to see who can hold more booze
Posted. I'll probably wait for more of the stunties to come before challenging them to see who can hold more booze
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Next to enter was the Ice Mage. Volodymyr, Vladimir, Waldemar, however he called himself, the man walked straight and tall but not particularly imposing or even noticeable, to one not paying much attention. He dismounted just outside knowing perfectly well that his faithful companion would stay outside exactly where he was, at most moving a metre or two to graze. He left one sword and his staff there, keeping the lighter blade on his purpose. Vlad stopped outside before walking inside. It was quite the journey that got him to this point in life. From having everything he could want at a simple word of a doting father, to long and boring yet almost paradoxically restless time of study, and at last selling his skills to the highest or - if luck was bad - first bidder.
The young man considered how to present himself to the audiences there. He knew it would be quite rag-tag, but he didn't know exactly who he would meet. He had been only in Reikland and Kislev before, and was only exposed to those cultures in real amounts. Oh he had went to the Elven, Dwarfen, and other quarters of the city and seen a glimpse of what the world had to offer. Yet it was but a glimpse, and he knew what he would get himself into would likely end up in more than a glimpse, particularly if his talents carried his name. The youth wondered if he would get a chance to ever see home again. Obviously under a disguise, but still there as himself. His train of thought lead him to more and more anger. Why had his own kinsmen forsaken him? He wasn't destroying the bloody North as the damned witch prophecies said he would, he was just an ordinary man who had something he never even asked for stuck to him. Oh he heard that they could get his powers away, and that thus he could roam Kislev freely once more. Yes he could remember some of the people who had that happen to them, now realizing why they were such. They were like cats neutered with a pair of scissors or hedge clippers as in the good traditions of Kislev. Aimless, quiet, unimaginative and dull if not precisely stupid. Maybe that was part of removing the magics from him?
Vlad shook his head and got the thoughts out of his head. Brimming with emotion he already felt exhausted from the uncontrolled release of magics this brought, covering his hands in frost and even an icicle or two. Slapping the icicles off of his hands he sighed again. Life was bloody unfair, and after wiping a tear away with a still frosty hand the lad walked over to the doors. Instinctively from his noble days he banged his boots together to get the mud off of them, the steel caps making sparks as they clanged together. The man entered, and looked around. He knew that his Northman features with eyes slanted like a Cathay or Nippon man would make him noticed, if the big fur hat and cultural sword did not. From his first step in he already got a taste of the exotic, staring an elf in the face. He didn't particularly care for their kind other than appreciating their magic, but in any other respect they were annoying, arrogant, and soft bastards he wanted not much dealings with. There was also a Dwarf, who he didn't particularly care for much either. The stunties were just as if not more arrogant, and even more pathetic in their grudging and disgusting greed. But they were a kind that valued strength and one's ability to hold liquor, so they were just a shred above elves in his humble opinion. He wiped the rest of the melting icicles and frost from his hands and looked to the barkeep. Yes, for now he'd have to play the Kislevite drunkard until he got a better lay of the land.
Walking exaggeratedly from one foot to the other, the Northerner got to the bar and banged a single large but thick gold coin down, from a pouch that probably held quite a bit more from it's apparent weight. "Any Vodka or Horelka for a good customer?" he said, rolling his Rs with the stereotypical but admittedly true style of the Gospodar tongue. "I have been going horse for long time, and I vant vodka after travel. You can provide, da? If you have, then a round of it for everyone on me!" He said, with a wave of a slightly damp fist. He leaned a bit closer to the barkeep presumably after the last interaction was done and said "I vant to kno' if there is vork here. Good vork, something long lasting with decent pay, for someone that can fight and has... special talents." It was right to the point, but such was the way of the Gospodar folk.
The young man considered how to present himself to the audiences there. He knew it would be quite rag-tag, but he didn't know exactly who he would meet. He had been only in Reikland and Kislev before, and was only exposed to those cultures in real amounts. Oh he had went to the Elven, Dwarfen, and other quarters of the city and seen a glimpse of what the world had to offer. Yet it was but a glimpse, and he knew what he would get himself into would likely end up in more than a glimpse, particularly if his talents carried his name. The youth wondered if he would get a chance to ever see home again. Obviously under a disguise, but still there as himself. His train of thought lead him to more and more anger. Why had his own kinsmen forsaken him? He wasn't destroying the bloody North as the damned witch prophecies said he would, he was just an ordinary man who had something he never even asked for stuck to him. Oh he heard that they could get his powers away, and that thus he could roam Kislev freely once more. Yes he could remember some of the people who had that happen to them, now realizing why they were such. They were like cats neutered with a pair of scissors or hedge clippers as in the good traditions of Kislev. Aimless, quiet, unimaginative and dull if not precisely stupid. Maybe that was part of removing the magics from him?
Vlad shook his head and got the thoughts out of his head. Brimming with emotion he already felt exhausted from the uncontrolled release of magics this brought, covering his hands in frost and even an icicle or two. Slapping the icicles off of his hands he sighed again. Life was bloody unfair, and after wiping a tear away with a still frosty hand the lad walked over to the doors. Instinctively from his noble days he banged his boots together to get the mud off of them, the steel caps making sparks as they clanged together. The man entered, and looked around. He knew that his Northman features with eyes slanted like a Cathay or Nippon man would make him noticed, if the big fur hat and cultural sword did not. From his first step in he already got a taste of the exotic, staring an elf in the face. He didn't particularly care for their kind other than appreciating their magic, but in any other respect they were annoying, arrogant, and soft bastards he wanted not much dealings with. There was also a Dwarf, who he didn't particularly care for much either. The stunties were just as if not more arrogant, and even more pathetic in their grudging and disgusting greed. But they were a kind that valued strength and one's ability to hold liquor, so they were just a shred above elves in his humble opinion. He wiped the rest of the melting icicles and frost from his hands and looked to the barkeep. Yes, for now he'd have to play the Kislevite drunkard until he got a better lay of the land.
Walking exaggeratedly from one foot to the other, the Northerner got to the bar and banged a single large but thick gold coin down, from a pouch that probably held quite a bit more from it's apparent weight. "Any Vodka or Horelka for a good customer?" he said, rolling his Rs with the stereotypical but admittedly true style of the Gospodar tongue. "I have been going horse for long time, and I vant vodka after travel. You can provide, da? If you have, then a round of it for everyone on me!" He said, with a wave of a slightly damp fist. He leaned a bit closer to the barkeep presumably after the last interaction was done and said "I vant to kno' if there is vork here. Good vork, something long lasting with decent pay, for someone that can fight and has... special talents." It was right to the point, but such was the way of the Gospodar folk.
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Sounds like you have a problem with anime as a whole.
I happen to rather enjoy Spongebob
The problem with race and ethnicity is that they're vague synonyms of categories defined solely by people, specifically people that can change views about which categories actually exist. If an oligodactyl pygmy with albinism and methemoglobinemia is born, they could be categorized as the first smurf to ever exist, and we'd have yet another bit of data to waste resources on when we have a census or similar process.
Meanwhile, the traits of atoms have pretty much been the same for over a dozen billion years, regardless of what humans thought about them.
So? Taxonomy is a fluid concept as constant changes appear, just as we add to our knowledge in other fields. This is again a bit of a "gee ya fucking think" moment.
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Atoms aren't defined solely by humans, but also by their properties. Ethnicities and races are abstract, not tangible, which makes defining them in objective manners virtually impossible. But go ahead and ignore my points whenever it suits you.
The contents of the word atom are defined solely by humans. Ethnic variations are indeed very tangible. I only ignore what is in no way a point. If you lack the ability to make a point that is your problem.
Huh, it's almost as if ethnicities are solely defined by humans, and are therefore subjectively determined.
just like any word is defined solely by humans. But go ahead with the non-points.
I'm pretty sure that many technologically astute Martian ethnostates would also pursue genetic engineering in less than a millennium, and that'd circumvent the inbreeding issue altogether if properly applied.
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The Barkeeper from Warhammer End Times Vermintide. I can tell now that he wasn't lol
The Barkeeper from Warhammer End Times Vermintide. I can tell now that he wasn't lol
How ironic that the amount of ancestry necessary for benefits in the USA ranges from 1/4 to 1/16, depending on the tribe.
that's mostly because metis despite being mixed people are considered separate/unique from either whites or amerindians.
The British Isles and many other examples didn't exist completely independently of other biological groups, like a Mars colony would likely be.
Enough for your hypothetical inbreeding issues to have surface over that time, particularly with the lack of the technologies and record keeping needed to avoid it. Anyway, going by
After all, one of the assumptions of this thought experiment is that the colonists are objectively grouped by ethnicity.
that may well be true but it wasn't said they'd be selected solely by ethnicity.
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