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I'm going to try my hand at drawing my gf as a Pokemon trainer with her six favourite Pokemon for valentine's/our anniversary. Wish me luck!
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I'm going to try my hand at drawing my gf as a Pokemon trainer with her six favourite Pokemon for valentine's/our anniversary. Wish me luck!
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6 yrs ago
Got a drawing tablet, time to draw porn
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6 yrs ago
Seeing actual bushfire footage looks straight out of Hell... It moves so quickly and so powerfully, literally the trees just ignite. You firefighters are absolute legends, but please, don't die.
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HAPPY NEW YEAR FROM THE FUTURE! LOVE, AUSTRALIA
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Today ain't Christmas, it's garbage day!
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T H E N E R D / T H E L E G E N D
You are the wind at my back and the sword at my side;
D E L T A 4 4
together, my love, we shall build a peaceful world.
F A N B O Y O F F I R E E M B L E M
Just you...
S H I P P E R O F C H R O B I N
and me.
Welcome to my little personal den of Hell! Sorry, sorry, I meant my personal profile. Same thing, right?
I'm a roleplayer, same as any around here. I've been doing it for about five years now, coming up to six in September. Its been quite the time, thinking back. I started out fresh as can be, understanding the basics of writing but never quite knowing how to become better, or become as great as those around me. In the end, I did the only thing I really knew at the time:
Write as much garbage as possible and hope for the best!
As you can see, that particular tactic fucking failed. Jokes aside, I like to think I've developed a lot over the years, both as a writer and as a person. However, absolutely nothing can dissuade my weeaboo ways and supporting my OTP with all that I can freaking muster! If you haven't already guessed, said OTP is Chrom x Robin (Chrobin) from Fire Emblem: Awakening. Highly recommend the game, there's a reason (other than nintendo's cheapskate attitude) that it hasn't dropped in price, it's honestly the best place to start off in the series. And hey, maybe you'll end up addicted like me and want to buy every game on the 3DS like a fucking loony?
Speaking of loonies, the Fire Emblem Chrobin Comic Dub Project has recently finished, so for those of you who also appreciate the best ship in existence, I highly recommend it. Hell, even if you're not interested in that, I do highly recommend watching it for those into fantasy love stories. The quality improves drastically with each episode, so trust me when I say by the end of it you should be thoroughly impressed. It has helped motivate me in ways I can hardly describe with words, and so I thought the least I could do was put this out there. Maybe it's not for everyone, but I know it was the perfect thing for me.
"Do you think you can tip any of the scales in here?" "Chrom, for the love of Naga, I'm thinking..."
"So I heard."
"There are better places to take a nap than on the ground, you know."
There is a universe. No-one knows it's name, where gravity wasn't strong enough to bind matter together and no stars formed. And because no stars formed, no stars exploded. And because no stars exploded, no planets came about. And because no planets came about, there was no life.
There's another universe, no one knows it's name, where gravity was strong enough and did light the stars and planets came about and boy, they were gorgeous, planets in perpetual winter, planets in perpetual summer, planets that could rival the Garden of Eden and no bloody snakes! And on one of them, eventually, complex life evolved and one of the species developed large brains learned things like manners and dabbing, when they looked up at the stars and wonder what they were doing here. You called them octopuses, I suppose. Gosh, they were clever, for octopuses, and one of them, several million years in, almost wrote something in ink on the seafloor, a message to its friend. And the message almost read: "Hi! How are you?" And a few millennia later, space folder back on itself and, you get the idea. Goodbye Octopi.
There's another universe, where life formed on every planet, in every solar system, and it was carbon-based, it was silicon based, it was made of crystals and water and plasma, it was made of quantum fields and light, and everything was alive, everything was doing a boogie, and it was everybody's birthday, everyday, relatively, and everyone got presents, and they had over a trillion languages, some written down, some only spoken, some conducted telepathically, and they bought a galactic civilization together, as a perfect unity, sharing stories, sharing technology, speaking a common tongue, understanding everything about how the cosmos been put together. And finally, when everything was sorted, the galaxies were arranged into perfect geometric formations, transmitting pure love, and wisdom, and birthday greetings to all species in the universe, for all time. Papercuts never happened, coke came in glass bottles, no one even remembered the word for war, everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.
And yet, for a quirk in their evolution, because resources weren't scarce enough on the planets these species developed on, not a single creature in the universe was conscious. Food was eaten and no-one enjoyed it. Movies were released, and there was no laughing, or crying. No-one chuckled at a joke. Ever. Space collapsed back on itself, eventually, and there hadn't been a single moment of sentience in the entire history of creation.
There's another universe, where the strong force is too strong the weak force is too weak and nothing forms. Another, where life develops too late when the Stars have all gone beyond the light boundary and there's nothing to even see. Another with too many dimensions. Another with not enough. Another where time goes in the opposite direction, and species begin as gods, and wind backwards to cells, and never learn to survive. Another that only lasts milliseconds, and collapses in on itself, and heads straight back to oblivion. And that's how it just might be, across all possible universes, across all possible space times. Problems with the laws of nature, not enough resources, missteps in evolution. An atlas of dead-ends.
Then again, there is one exception.
There's another universe, a big one, where life is rare, where intelligent life is very rare indeed, the stars are very distant from each other, the laws of nature are very complex, it's extremely lonely for any species developing, and most never even develop at all, but somewhere, we believe, is a planet where the oceans are vast, and the climate is varied. Where the smartest species on the planet may have developed just the right mix of ambition and kindness. And if you were to travel there, to this unbelievably rare statistical anomaly, to this impossibly lucky planet, where evolution, biology, chemistry, nae, the laws of physics themselves have come together to create sentient intelligent life, you may be able to catch the native inhabitants singing for joy. Of what an impossibly lucky, and rare position they find themselves in. It is a chant of gratitude, a ritual of showing appreciation for ending up in perhaps the one universe, in the one solar system, on the one planet with all the basic ingredients for intelligent, conscious life.
"Information formerly recognized. I will now engage in a recreational activity, in order to refresh my mind."
Shirako spoke to herself as she exited the auditorium, headed for the nearest fountain of water in which she could acquire, well, water from. When she spoke, she was being completely literal - both her main and backup processors had been working a little too hard lately, what with all these new experiences, and her head was starting to hurt. So, she took a nice, long drink of water - a process which took five minutes in order for her to fully recuperate, leaving a very strange impression on the other students regarding her. At least, those who needed a drink, or oversaw how long she was actually there drinking for.
With her water cooling systems restored, what Shirako now sought was some quiet. Of course, socializing was as important to Shirako as it was to any other being, however she knew now wasn't the time. First of all, she had to cool down a little more in the wind and avoid further processes to relax herself. Second was because she knew people would ask things that she would be more than happy to answering, unfortunately. Her father indicated that on first arrival, many would ask about her and who she was, how she got accepted, and so on. Now for some of these, her father said to answer with amnesia, however with some questions this was simply non-applicable. Shirako had already knocked off a large number of these questions, however many still remained. After all, how can you explain to someone you didn't come to Beacon in a ship, but rather riding underneath it?
Exiting from the main entrance that lead to the lobby, Shirako turns around and stares up at the building. "I believe I'll go rest up there for now." She says to nobody in particular, before loosening the chains within the clamps so they dropped to the ground, alongside her pistols, which were currently in box form. If anybody saw, the clamps looked very much like prison cuffs of the old days, however before any questions could be asked in regards to their origin, Shirako had already lassoed one of the poles atop the roof, and suddenly accelerated up the building at intense speeds by retracting the chain into the stationary confines of the clamps. With a little excess force, Shirako hopped up onto the roof, and repeated this process until she arrived at the highest point available that wasn't visible from any high place. She didn't mind people from below looking at her, after all, just the higher ups.
"This breeze is nice." She says to herself quietly, feeling herself cool down as she limits her rendered sight and other senses to speed up the process of recovery. "An East-North-Easterly wind of 27 kilometers an hour at approximately 21 degrees Celsius. Optimal conditions for recovery."
'What a nice, sunny day... Too bad it's a little chilly, though. Heh. Ghost humour.'
The friendly undead descends the steps of the second floor of the guild, entering into the main, central area. His eyes dart around as he identifies all the members present. 'Today looks busy.' He thought to himself, his curiosity piqued. Of course, the only reason the guild would have more members is either because they went on a mass recruitment (again), a bunch of adventuring parties got back (again), or the jobs available weren't that... interesting. Again! It was a little irritating, being around so many people - the Yurei honestly felt more comfortable in solitude or when around less people. It wasn't that he despised anyone or anything, it was simply not his cup of tea.
That, and more people meant he was more prone to losing a body part... Again!
Shurui sighs as he makes his way over to the assignment board, regarding those present with little more than a nod as he scanned the assignment available... though his interest was, of course, drawn to The Phantom Killer job. Some of the members, particularly those who've been members in Yasuragiha for longer, might know of Shurui's odd fascination with murder mystery type jobs; the kinds of jobs that require a lot of thought and hard work in order to find the mysterious killer. Though he hadn't told anyone, it was quite obvious his intention was to try and find his killer and make sure no one else had to suffer from their tyranny again, though for those who didn't yet know he was an undead, well... it would just come off as some creepy, somewhat grim pastime or something.
Though, when your skin and clothes glow a light blue, it's difficult to convince someone you're not a Spirit. Then again, Yurei who were capable of reclaiming their skeleton were rare in their own way, so add that to the uniqueness that Shurui had reclaimed his body through the brand (although partial) and you've basically got a one-of-a-kind new Spirit. It was funny how the brand could change things - how something so simple had brought about so much change in the way people lived. At least, Shurui thought it was interesting.
"I'll be taking this one," he says, pointing to The Phantom Killer job, "shouldn't be too hard. Usually never is. Sometimes."
If Nai overheard this revelation, it may be a little disheartening. Shurui's tracking skills, be it in a man-made or natural environment, were known as some of the best in the guild. Not to mention, he was generally accepting of anyone so long as they weren't openly bad towards others - a possible friend candidate. Though, it would generally take a bit of persuasion to get him to change his mind. Sometimes.
Yeah, I've learned that IC posts and characters are a lot easier to make on a PC, and OOC and PM messages work well with iPod or other mobile devices :P Take care of yourself!
@Takashi Aww! I hope you can kick life in the butt so you can procrastinate on the internet with a bunch of strangers! XD And if you ever need any help with the RP, I'm here if you need!
@Mach2 Of course! That was pretty much my intention in the first place. I generally don't like making too many assumptions about a world's lore or environment unless it's the character themselves making said assumptions. Should help give an edge of mystery towards his character, too!
Weapon/s: Unlike most in Beacon who have transformable weapons, Shirako uses two different weapons. Well, three, technically.
Chain-guns - Literally metal clamps connected to chains that've been attached to Shirako's wrists which are in turn connected to two pistols. Although while many consider these impractical and a tactical disadvantage, Shirako has managed to turn them into deadly CQC and ranged weapons. The chains can be manipulated almost at will in terms of length, with the ability to extend and shorten to Shirako's liking anytime. The chains also act as an ammo belt for the pistols, allowing for complex shooting maneuvers, for example her "Gatling Gun" when she spins the chains on each of her hands around in circles whilst firing in the direction of the enemy. This allows for a near-constant rate of fire that is far more effective at dispatching enemies, however makes her magazines drier than the wasteland. The pistols can also convert into small, durable blocks that she uses when she needs to hit, trip or tie up an enemy.
Katana - As seen in the above image, Shirako has access to a long, thin katana. This blade isn't her primary weapon, however she's learned to use it well enough. Its only quality feature is that a small canister of dust (namely that of ice) can be inserted in the handle, allowing a thin coat of the stuff to be applied to the cutting edge of the blade, amplifying it's effectiveness. Shirako doesn't seem to like using it often, though, both the dust ability and the katana in general.
Weapon Type: Dust compatible - Ice, Fire, Lightning. (This applies to both weapons) Weapon Range: Short (Katana); Short-Medium (Chain-guns)
Semblance/Special Ability: For a limited time, Shirako can gain dead-shot accuracy and overload her processors for increased perception and calculations; basically an overdrive. It can be triggered at will, however has an incredibly long cool down period, resulting in sparse use...
Personality: Shirako is a smart and calculative individual who acts more robot than human. Although she's capable of registering human emotion perfectly fine, she oftentimes speaks in a monotone and, what one would consider, "robot speak". She's quite judgmental and perhaps a little cold or blunt, however it's as much as you should expect from a cyborg. She strives to learn more about human emotions and behavior in order to better understand them and herself.
Bio: When a human life is lost, often times the remains are buried or cremated and the lost one grieved. However, Shirako was another story. With a brain that no longer functioned due to the cessation of her life, a rogue scientist father aimed to bring back his dead daughter through the power of technology. Inspired by what was being created in other areas of his field, the scientist set out to do something similar to what others had done, yet different. Instead of giving a robot the ability to live and emote, the scientist planned to give his dead daughter new life by scanning her brain and creating an artificial one to put in her body, built to live like any other human being. State-of-the-art stolen technology combined with her preserved internal organs eventually combined and created something new: an AI in the body of a living, breathing human being. Not to mention, the shackles on her wrists that were welded to pistols - restraints that not even Shirako knows why exist, yet she doesn't wish to remove them.
Of course, the damage to Shirako's brain was extensive, to the point she had no recollection of her former 'life'. Her father wished to revisit those memories with her, in hopes of her remembering who she was, however it turns out being a former leading scientist in robotics who suddenly stole equipment and disappeared puts a bounty on your head. Well not quite a bounty, however he was wanted. In order to save his new daughter's life, he told her to go to a place called Beacon, where she could discover herself, her past and her purpose, and that her name was Shirako Grey. Confused by the man who claimed to be her father's words, Shirako managed to escape and made haste for Beacon. Although she wasn't an official student, she still hoped she could get in. It was her father's wish, after all. Supposedly.
Equipment: Aside from her black coat and the various dust magazine clips at her belt (two for each element: fire, ice, electricity and wind; 8 clips in all) Shirako doesn't really have anything.
Weapon/s: Unlike most in Beacon who have transformable weapons, Shirako uses two different weapons. Well, three, technically.
Chain-guns - Literally metal clamps connected to chains that've been attached to Shirako's wrists which are in turn connected to two pistols. Although while many consider these impractical and a tactical disadvantage, Shirako has managed to turn them into deadly CQC and ranged weapons. The chains can be manipulated almost at will in terms of length, with the ability to extend and shorten to Shirako's liking anytime. The chains also act as an ammo belt for the pistols, allowing for complex shooting maneuvers, for example her "Gatling Gun" when she spins the chains on each of her hands around in circles whilst firing in the direction of the enemy. This allows for a near-constant rate of fire that is far more effective at dispatching enemies, however makes her magazines drier than the wasteland. The pistols can also convert into small, durable blocks that she uses when she needs to hit, trip or tie up an enemy.
Katana - As seen in the above image, Shirako has access to a long, thin katana. This blade isn't her primary weapon, however she's learned to use it well enough. Its only quality feature is that a small canister of dust (namely that of ice) can be inserted in the handle, allowing a thin coat of the stuff to be applied to the cutting edge of the blade, amplifying it's effectiveness. Shirako doesn't seem to like using it often, though, both the dust ability and the katana in general.
Weapon Type: Dust compatible - Ice, Fire, Lightning. (This applies to both weapons) Weapon Range: Short (Katana); Short-Medium (Chain-guns)
Semblance/Special Ability: For a limited time, Shirako can gain dead-shot accuracy and overload her processors for increased perception and calculations; basically an overdrive. It can be triggered at will, however has an incredibly long cool down period, resulting in sparse use...
Personality: Shirako is a smart and calculative individual who acts more robot than human. Although she's capable of registering human emotion perfectly fine, she oftentimes speaks in a monotone and, what one would consider, "robot speak". She's quite judgmental and perhaps a little cold or blunt, however it's as much as you should expect from a cyborg. She strives to learn more about human emotions and behavior in order to better understand them and herself.
Bio: When a human life is lost, often times the remains are buried or cremated and the lost one grieved. However, Shirako was another story. With a brain that no longer functioned due to the cessation of her life, a rogue scientist father aimed to bring back his dead daughter through the power of technology. Inspired by what was being created in other areas of his field, the scientist set out to do something similar to what others had done, yet different. Instead of giving a robot the ability to live and emote, the scientist planned to give his dead daughter new life by scanning her brain and creating an artificial one to put in her body, built to live like any other human being. State-of-the-art stolen technology combined with her preserved internal organs eventually combined and created something new: an AI in the body of a living, breathing human being. Not to mention, the shackles on her wrists that were welded to pistols - restraints that not even Shirako knows why exist, yet she doesn't wish to remove them.
Of course, the damage to Shirako's brain was extensive, to the point she had no recollection of her former 'life'. Her father wished to revisit those memories with her, in hopes of her remembering who she was, however it turns out being a former leading scientist in robotics who suddenly stole equipment and disappeared puts a bounty on your head. Well not quite a bounty, however he was wanted. In order to save his new daughter's life, he told her to go to a place called Beacon, where she could discover herself, her past and her purpose, and that her name was Shirako Grey. Confused by the man who claimed to be her father's words, Shirako managed to escape and made haste for Beacon. Although she wasn't an official student, she still hoped she could get in. It was her father's wish, after all. Supposedly.
Equipment: Aside from her black coat and the various dust magazine clips at her belt (two for each element: fire, ice, electricity and wind; 8 clips in all) Shirako doesn't really have anything.
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[row][cell][indent][indent][sub][color=pink][u] T H E N E R D / T H E L E G E N D [/u][/color][/sub][/indent][/indent][/cell][cell][sub][color=darkblue]You are the wind at my back[/color] and the sword at my side;[/sub][/cell][/row]
[row][cell][indent][indent][indent][sub][color=pink][u] D E L T A 4 4 [/u][/color][/sub][/indent][/indent][/indent][/cell][cell][sub][color=darkblue]together, my love,[/color] we shall build a peaceful world.[/sub][/cell][/row]
[row][cell][indent][indent][indent][indent][sub][color=pink][u] F A N B O Y O F F I R E E M B L E M [/u][/color][/sub][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/cell][cell][sub][color=darkblue]Just you...[/color][/sub][/cell][/row]
[row][cell][indent][indent][sub][color=pink][u] S H I P P E R O F C H R O B I N [/u][/color][/sub][/indent][/indent][/cell][cell][sub]and me.[/sub][/cell][/row][/table]
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[row][cell][img]https://i.pinimg.com/736x/46/d2/61/46d261b662f76cd8d0e365d016d051d3--nerdy-things-fire-emblem-awakening-couples.jpg[/img][/cell][cell][right][sub]Welcome to my little personal den of Hell! Sorry, sorry, I meant my personal profile. Same thing, right?
[color=purple]I'm a roleplayer,[/color] same as any around here. I've been doing it for about five years now, coming up to six in September. Its been quite the time, thinking back. I started out fresh as can be, understanding the basics of writing but never quite knowing how to become better, or become as great as those around me. In the end, I did the only thing I really knew at the time:
Write as much garbage as possible and hope for the best!
As you can see, [color=purple][i]that particular tactic fucking failed.[/i][/color]
Jokes aside, I like to think I've developed a lot over the years, both as a writer and as a person. However, absolutely nothing can dissuade my weeaboo ways and supporting my OTP with all that I can freaking muster! If you haven't already guessed, said OTP is [color=darkblue]Chrom[/color] [color=pink]x[/color] [color=purple]Robin[/color] (Chrobin) from Fire Emblem: [color=darkblue]Awakening.[/color] Highly recommend the game, there's a reason (other than nintendo's cheapskate attitude) that it hasn't dropped in price, it's honestly the best place to start off in the series. And hey, maybe you'll end up addicted like me and want to buy every game on the 3DS like a fucking loony?
Speaking of loonies, the [url=https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLeAWfrBMa2pytnTYnxAtiphQGJU3ojDD7]Fire Emblem Chrobin Comic Dub Project[/url] has recently finished, so for those of you who also appreciate the best ship in existence, I highly recommend it. Hell, even if you're not interested in that, I do highly recommend watching it for those into fantasy love stories. The quality improves drastically with each episode, so trust me when I say by the end of it you should be thoroughly impressed. It has helped motivate me in ways I can hardly describe with words, and so I thought the least I could do was put this out there. Maybe it's not for everyone, but I know it was the perfect thing for me.
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[right][color=darkblue][sub]"Do you think you can tip any of the scales in here?"[/sub][/color]
[color=purple][sub]"Chrom, for the love of Naga, I'm thinking..."[/sub][/color][/right][hr][table]
[row][cell][color=darkblue][sub]"So I heard."
[/sub][/color][/cell][cell][center][img]https://pbs.twimg.com/media/DkvxGnlWwAEShes.jpg[/img][/center][/cell][cell][right][sub][color=purple]"There are better places
to take a nap than
on the ground, you know."
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There is a universe. No-one knows it's name, where gravity wasn't strong enough to bind matter together and no stars formed. And because no stars formed, no stars exploded. And because no stars exploded, no planets came about. And because no planets came about, there was no life.
There's another universe, no one knows it's name, where gravity was strong enough and did light the stars and planets came about and boy, they were gorgeous, planets in perpetual winter, planets in perpetual summer, planets that could rival the Garden of Eden and no bloody snakes! And on one of them, eventually, complex life evolved and one of the species developed large brains learned things like manners and dabbing, when they looked up at the stars and wonder what they were doing here. You called them octopuses, I suppose. Gosh, they were clever, for octopuses, and one of them, several million years in, almost wrote something in ink on the seafloor, a message to its friend. And the message almost read: "Hi! How are you?" And a few millennia later, space folder back on itself and, you get the idea.
Goodbye Octopi.
There's another universe, where life formed on every planet, in every solar system, and it was carbon-based, it was silicon based, it was made of crystals and water and plasma, it was made of quantum fields and light, and everything was alive, everything was doing a boogie, and it was everybody's birthday, everyday, relatively, and everyone got presents, and they had over a trillion languages, some written down, some only spoken, some conducted telepathically, and they bought a galactic civilization together, as a perfect unity, sharing stories, sharing technology, speaking a common tongue, understanding everything about how the cosmos been put together. And finally, when everything was sorted, the galaxies were arranged into perfect geometric formations, transmitting pure love, and wisdom, and birthday greetings to all species in the universe, for all time. Papercuts never happened, coke came in glass bottles, no one even remembered the word for war, everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.
And yet, for a quirk in their evolution, because resources weren't scarce enough on the planets these species developed on, not a single creature in the universe was conscious. Food was eaten and no-one enjoyed it. Movies were released, and there was no laughing, or crying. No-one chuckled at a joke. Ever.
Space collapsed back on itself, eventually, and there hadn't been a single moment of sentience in the entire history of creation.
There's another universe, where the strong force is too strong the weak force is too weak and nothing forms.
Another, where life develops too late when the Stars have all gone beyond the light boundary and there's nothing to even see.
Another with too many dimensions.
Another with not enough.
Another where time goes in the opposite direction, and species begin as gods, and wind backwards to cells, and never learn
to survive.
Another that only lasts milliseconds, and collapses in on itself, and heads straight back to oblivion.
And that's how it just might be, across all possible universes, across all possible space times. Problems with the laws of nature, not enough resources, missteps in evolution.
An atlas of dead-ends.
Then again, there is one exception.
There's another universe, a big one, where life is rare, where intelligent life is very rare indeed, the stars are very distant from each other, the laws of nature are very complex, it's extremely lonely for any species developing, and most never even develop at all, but somewhere, we believe, is a planet where the oceans are vast, and the climate is varied. Where the smartest species on the planet may have developed just the right mix of ambition and kindness.
And if you were to travel there, to this unbelievably rare statistical anomaly, to this impossibly lucky planet, where evolution, biology, chemistry, nae, the laws of physics themselves have come together to create sentient intelligent life, you may be able to catch the native inhabitants singing for joy. Of what an impossibly lucky, and rare position they find themselves in.
It is a chant of gratitude, a ritual of showing appreciation for ending up in perhaps the one universe, in the one solar system, on the one planet with all the basic ingredients for intelligent, conscious life.
~Exurb1a[/hider]
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><img src="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/fr/1/1b/Fire_Emblem_Awakening_Logo.png" /><br><br><div class="bb-center"><div class="bb-h3"><font color="#ffb347">◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈</font></div></div><br><div class="table-responsive"><table class="bb-table table"><thead class="bb-thead"><tr class="bb-tr"><th class="bb-th"><div class="bb-indent"><div class="bb-indent"><sub><font color="pink"><span class="bb-u"> T H E N E R D / T H E L E G E N D </span></font></sub></div></div></th><th class="bb-th"><sub><font color="darkblue">You are the wind at my back</font> and the sword at my side;</sub></th></tr></thead><br><tr class=" bb-tr"><td class=" bb-td"><div class="bb-indent"><div class="bb-indent"><div class="bb-indent"><sub><font color="pink"><span class="bb-u"> D E L T A 4 4 				 	 </span></font></sub></div></div></div></td><td class=" bb-td"><sub><font color="darkblue">together, my love,</font> we shall build a peaceful world.</sub></td></tr><br><tr class=" bb-tr"><td class=" bb-td"><div class="bb-indent"><div class="bb-indent"><div class="bb-indent"><div class="bb-indent"><sub><font color="pink"><span class="bb-u"> F A N B O Y O F F I R E E M B L E M </span></font></sub></div></div></div></div></td><td class=" bb-td"><sub><font color="darkblue">Just you...</font></sub></td></tr><br><tr class=" bb-tr"><td class=" bb-td"><div class="bb-indent"><div class="bb-indent"><sub><font color="pink"><span class="bb-u"> S H I P P E R O F C H R O B I N	 </span></font></sub></div></div></td><td class=" bb-td"><sub>and me.</sub></td></tr></table></div><br><br><div class="table-responsive"><table class="bb-table table"><thead class="bb-thead"><tr class="bb-tr"><th class="bb-th"><img src="https://i.pinimg.com/736x/46/d2/61/46d261b662f76cd8d0e365d016d051d3--nerdy-things-fire-emblem-awakening-couples.jpg" /></th><th class="bb-th"><div class="bb-right"><sub>Welcome to my little personal den of Hell! Sorry, sorry, I meant my personal profile. Same thing, right? <br><br><font color="purple">I'm a roleplayer,</font> same as any around here. I've been doing it for about five years now, coming up to six in September. Its been quite the time, thinking back. I started out fresh as can be, understanding the basics of writing but never quite knowing how to become better, or become as great as those around me. In the end, I did the only thing I really knew at the time:<br><br>Write as much garbage as possible and hope for the best!<br><br>As you can see, <font color="purple"><span class="bb-i">that particular tactic fucking failed.</span></font><br>Jokes aside, I like to think I've developed a lot over the years, both as a writer and as a person. However, absolutely nothing can dissuade my weeaboo ways and supporting my OTP with all that I can freaking muster! If you haven't already guessed, said OTP is <font color="darkblue">Chrom</font> <font color="pink">x</font> <font color="purple">Robin</font> (Chrobin) from Fire Emblem: <font color="darkblue">Awakening.</font> Highly recommend the game, there's a reason (other than nintendo's cheapskate attitude) that it hasn't dropped in price, it's honestly the best place to start off in the series. And hey, maybe you'll end up addicted like me and want to buy every game on the 3DS like a fucking loony?<br><br>Speaking of loonies, the <a target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" href="https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLeAWfrBMa2pytnTYnxAtiphQGJU3ojDD7">Fire Emblem Chrobin Comic Dub Project</a> has recently finished, so for those of you who also appreciate the best ship in existence, I highly recommend it. Hell, even if you're not interested in that, I do highly recommend watching it for those into fantasy love stories. The quality improves drastically with each episode, so trust me when I say by the end of it you should be thoroughly impressed. It has helped motivate me in ways I can hardly describe with words, and so I thought the least I could do was put this out there. Maybe it's not for everyone, but I know it was the perfect thing for me.<br>	<br><br>	<br>	</sub></div></th></tr></thead></table></div><br><img src="https://alynerd.files.wordpress.com/2015/10/tumblr_nvrmdwbdkf1ruyji8o1_1280.jpg?w=840" /><br><br><div class="bb-right"><font color="darkblue"><sub>"Do you think you can tip any of the scales in here?"</sub></font><br><font color="purple"><sub>"Chrom, for the love of Naga, I'm thinking..."</sub></font></div><hr class="bb-hr"><div class="table-responsive"><table class="bb-table table"><thead class="bb-thead"><tr class="bb-tr"><th class="bb-th"><font color="darkblue"><sub>"So I heard."<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	</sub></font></th><th class="bb-th"><div class="bb-center"><img src="https://pbs.twimg.com/media/DkvxGnlWwAEShes.jpg" /></div></th><th class="bb-th"><div class="bb-right"><sub><font color="purple">"There are better places<br>to take a nap than <br>on the ground, you know."<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	</font></sub></div></th></tr></thead></table></div><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="A Hymn For Goldilocks">A Hymn For Goldilocks [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none"><div class="bb-center"><img src="https://static.tumblr.com/b572f57912d8b5345269f9dc72e04359/yveunmd/zEwn8f4ke/tumblr_static_4fc6jqggm90kg048ok0kkw0ww_640_v2.jpg" /></div><br><br>There is a universe. No-one knows it's name, where gravity wasn't strong enough to bind matter together and no stars formed. And because no stars formed, no stars exploded. And because no stars exploded, no planets came about. And because no planets came about, there was no life.<br><br>There's another universe, no one knows it's name, where gravity was strong enough and did light the stars and planets came about and boy, they were gorgeous, planets in perpetual winter, planets in perpetual summer, planets that could rival the Garden of Eden and no bloody snakes! And on one of them, eventually, complex life evolved and one of the species developed large brains learned things like manners and dabbing, when they looked up at the stars and wonder what they were doing here. You called them octopuses, I suppose. Gosh, they were clever, for octopuses, and one of them, several million years in, almost wrote something in ink on the seafloor, a message to its friend. And the message almost read: "Hi! How are you?" And a few millennia later, space folder back on itself and, you get the idea. <br>Goodbye Octopi.<br><br>There's another universe, where life formed on every planet, in every solar system, and it was carbon-based, it was silicon based, it was made of crystals and water and plasma, it was made of quantum fields and light, and everything was alive, everything was doing a boogie, and it was everybody's birthday, everyday, relatively, and everyone got presents, and they had over a trillion languages, some written down, some only spoken, some conducted telepathically, and they bought a galactic civilization together, as a perfect unity, sharing stories, sharing technology, speaking a common tongue, understanding everything about how the cosmos been put together. And finally, when everything was sorted, the galaxies were arranged into perfect geometric formations, transmitting pure love, and wisdom, and birthday greetings to all species in the universe, for all time. Papercuts never happened, coke came in glass bottles, no one even remembered the word for war, everything was beautiful and nothing hurt. <br><br>And yet, for a quirk in their evolution, because resources weren't scarce enough on the planets these species developed on, not a single creature in the universe was conscious. Food was eaten and no-one enjoyed it. Movies were released, and there was no laughing, or crying. No-one chuckled at a joke. Ever.<br>Space collapsed back on itself, eventually, and there hadn't been a single moment of sentience in the entire history of creation.<br><br>There's another universe, where the strong force is too strong the weak force is too weak and nothing forms.<br>Another, where life develops too late when the Stars have all gone beyond the light boundary and there's nothing to even see. <br>Another with too many dimensions.<br>Another with not enough.<br>Another where time goes in the opposite direction, and species begin as gods, and wind backwards to cells, and never learn<br>to survive.<br>Another that only lasts milliseconds, and collapses in on itself, and heads straight back to oblivion.<br>And that's how it just might be, across all possible universes, across all possible space times. Problems with the laws of nature, not enough resources, missteps in evolution.<br>An atlas of dead-ends.<br><br>Then again, there is one exception.<br><br>There's another universe, a big one, where life is rare, where intelligent life is very rare indeed, the stars are very distant from each other, the laws of nature are very complex, it's extremely lonely for any species developing, and most never even develop at all, but somewhere, we believe, is a planet where the oceans are vast, and the climate is varied. Where the smartest species on the planet may have developed just the right mix of ambition and kindness.<br>And if you were to travel there, to this unbelievably rare statistical anomaly, to this impossibly lucky planet, where evolution, biology, chemistry, nae, the laws of physics themselves have come together to create sentient intelligent life, you may be able to catch the native inhabitants singing for joy. Of what an impossibly lucky, and rare position they find themselves in. <br>It is a chant of gratitude, a ritual of showing appreciation for ending up in perhaps the one universe, in the one solar system, on the one planet with all the basic ingredients for intelligent, conscious life.<br><br>~Exurb1a</div></div></div>
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