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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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Got a drawing tablet, time to draw porn
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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!
Bio
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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.
@PlatinumSkink No, of course not :P I'm saying those without badges are given the easier Pokemon in a gym leader's team. You scale up by badge, not by Pokemon :D You did say that trainers all over Isson would be departing on their journey, in which case it makes absolutely no sense for a beginner trainer to go up against the eighth gym leader and get wiped; I don't think that's reasonable. Also, trainers who start off with impossibly powerful Pokemon (by some stroke of luck) would just annihilate the weaker gyms, which also doesn't make sense.
I just imagined a gym leader would use a team capable of taking on any skill level, that's all :3 For example, say you're a grass gym leader. You'd have a first evolution in the 10's, perhaps another almost at level 20, another at about 27, the fourth at level 30 something, the fifth at level 40 and then the last one at level 40-50.
That way, you could take on both beginner and late blooming trainers, rather than getting your ass handed to you by level 40s XD
Of course in the Minor league they'd be weaker than the leaders in the major league, but nonetheless I imagine both would try to scale for the sake of fairness :P
As for your second point, I agree wholeheartedly ^-^ Just saying I don't want to accidentally challenge the eighth gym and get one-shotted XD
I DO kind of have an order in which I could recommend you to get the badges, buuuuut... The Gyms have no number. It makes no sense for them to be numbered. Therefore, I'll let you find out the strength of each Gym on your own! XD
Just a quick thing: the gyms in Pokemon Origins all seem to have this thing going where anyone of any skill level can challenge a gym, because they have Pokemon fitting for all levels. Not to mention in the games a gym leader will never have more than three pokemon :P Just a thought, since there may be someone who decides to travel all the way to the North for fun XD
"This suit... it's old, but it works. In a world of the supernatural, one needs an edge when they're the definition of normalcy."
<Name:/>
Outsider
<Age:/>
Unknown.
<Ethnicity:/>
Also unknown.
<Gender:/>
Voice modulator makes determining gender a royal pain. Sounds male.
<Height:/>
177cm
<Weight:/>
94kg (with the suit)
<Occupation/Position In Tribe:/> Scavenger. Can't exactly do anything else... <Sexual Orientation:/> Asexual. Though, Outsider hasn't been exposed much to love in the tribe anyhow.
<Equipment:/> Outsider doesn't really have any powers whatsoever. Rather, he has gadgets and guns.
ICR 45 - One of the standard-issue Ionic series of rifles developed pre-apocalypse, the ICR 45 is a beautiful piece of revolutionary weaponry, despite being standard. In today's world, it is one of the most powerful pre-apocalypse weapons known to man, since it utilises sunlight to create bolts of energy which can be used for a variety of different applications. Whether you're shooting a mutant made of rock to blasting out a wall; from giving yourself a nightly light to starting a campfire, this thing can do it. Nobody quite knows how it works, not even Outsider, but considering it's made to last and be useful, well...
The Razor - The Outsider's greatest weapon in a close-quarters fight is his blade. Yet another pre-apocalypse relic, this advanced knife does but one thing: cut. How well does it cut? Well considering it can slice through diamond with relative ease, one would assume very well. Don't ask what it does to butter... or human flesh, for that matter.
P.E.P. - The Perception Enhancement Program is something Outsider, himself, has made. To put it simply, this little device has the ability to increase Outsider's visual and auditory perception many times. To give you an idea, Outsider can see a person a hundred meters away as though he were right next to them. If that person was also whispering, Outsider would be able to hear it clearly. Unfortunately P.E.P. is still in it's beta stage and not only drains power rather quickly, but also has a tendency to fail, so Outsider is working on fixing that...
The Suit - Of course, this is where all of Outsider's true "powers" come from. It powers his rifle, his P.E.P., and is pretty much his reason for survival. The suit can commence active camouflage, apply boosts to speed and strength, silence footsteps, withstand both searing heat and chilling cold, and even help the wearer in question keep living without food and water for days. How exactly does it do this? Outsider isn't too sure. However he isn't too keen to let anyone even touch the glowing compartment on the back of the suit. All of his powers aren't much on their own - he's something of a jack of all trades. Of course, he needs to balance how much energy he uses, lest he put his suit in lock-down for several minutes. Essentially, if Outsider's suit runs out of power in the wild, he WILL die, unless he's especially lucky.
It can work without sunlight due to a rechargeable battery (using 2999 logic here), however it doesn't last too long - maybe 2-3 hours at most (and considering the day would be a lot longer in the future...). Sure you can do a lot in that time, but you know how I said he has that blue glowy thing on the back of his suit?
Let's just say, if that gets so much as a crack, he's practically paralysed till it can be repaired :P
The suit doesn't do well against radiation, either. It can block out small amounts, however if there's any kind of hot spots and he's in it, he'll be affected. The general trade off between all of his abilities is that Outsider is still human, and though all these things are great, they aren't perfect.
His active camo emits a thermal signature, and you can even feel the heat when nearby; his weapons don't cloak either.
The ICR 45 might run on energised sunlight, but it can't actually pass through anything. It's strong against exposed or electrical targets, yet it won't affect anything with low conduction of electricity. Even though it's more like energised plasma, all it does is shock and burn. Still pretty nasty stuff against flesh, though.
The knife is just that. A knife. That means, if the enemy somehow gets their hands on it, it's just as effective at cutting through Outsider's suit too.
P.E.P. is rarely used, so you won't have to worry too much about that, due to aforementioned weaknesses.
The suit only slightly improves speed and strength, since its main focus is to expand perception. You can't sprint all the way across the desert, even if you're fit, so don't trust it to out-run or over-power your competition ;)
I can give it more weaknesses if you think it necessary or limit existing strengths - I don't want to break any rules, since this RP looks like it'd be fun to join ^-^ Just thinking outside the box in making someone who isn't a mutant :3
<Personality:/>
Blunt when he does speak, silent when he doesn't. Due to a bad rep he tries to keep quiet and just do the work assigned to him. He's cunning, and the people of the Obsidian Tribe know it, but truthfully he really just wants a place to stay where he can call home. It's not much at the moment, but the Obsidian Tribe at least let him in, so he's working hard to try and earn a place there. He's sick of roaming the wasteland. He wants a place where he can consider himself safe from the outside. A place where he doesn't need to look over his shoulder during the day and lose sleep to the night. A place where he can just rest...
<Biography:/>
He hasn't talked about his history much, if at all, to the Tribe. Classic survivalists tale in truth: grew up in the desert, lost his parents during his early teens, and then discovered an ancient relic or two which made The Outsider who he is known as today. Not a mercenary, not a killer, just a survivor. Pretty difficult to do in today's world, but he still manages somehow. He has not yet answered as to how he survived in the irradiated world, and how he didn't fall susceptible to the radiation which unlocks the hidden genome. If you ask he will tell, plain and simple, but every time he tells his tale, it's almost as though something is left unsaid...
The Masquerade Thief was hardly wrong there. Arriving in the back alley of a local confectionery, Addisson shuffles into a small gap between the confectionery and a goods store, crouching and staring at the assembled wealth within the simple rucksack. He grins to herself as he opens the rather packed container, revealing enough stolen sweets to start her own sweet shop! It would be a nice little treat, however unfortunately Addisson knew what would happen to him if the store owner got wind of her little heist. Again. And it wasn't quite something he was especially fond of having to deal with for a second time.
Though... one little cupcake couldn't hu-
A figure descends, and Addisson is forced to zip up her bag. 'Always the worst timing...' Thought the Thieves Guild Leader as aforementioned figure huddles into the corner alongside Addisson, carrying the same bag but much less full...
"I see you got away without a trace, at least. Not bad. Most beginner thieves tend to get greedy and take too much." The older thief spoke with a reassuring smile as the younger thief revealed herself to Addisson. She was barely entering her teens, and already the young lass was getting into the fine art of becoming a professional thief.
'What's the world coming to...?' Addisson thought to himself as she gazed upon the young girl. She had a soft complexion, one that almost matched Addisson's lower half to a scary degree. Pointed jaw, soft cheeks, crimson red lips, and eyes that one could just melt in, Addisson knew this little rosebud was ripe for the picking as a new edition to the Guild.
So far, she was right.
The girl nods and smiles. "Yeah... I couldn't get as much as you, Miss...ter? But I got enough t' feed!" Her tone came with a thick fisherman's accent - the kind of gritty sound accompanied by pirates, but lacking the emphasis on the "r". It was oddly charming to the Bandit Thief, and suddenly he was thinking up ways on how she could twist that girl's voice to pull off all sorts of intricate deals. Addisson was rather fond of the idea of an apprentice, though making sure they understood morality and didn't betray the Guild would be a major factor in determining if they were good material...
... For now, though, Addisson would focus on the community service.
He grins and brushes the girl's hair softly, patting her head. "Nice work," she said with a smile, "just make sure you can get them to the kids. They need the energy."
"Mmhmm! See you later, Miss-ter...?"
"Addisson." From behind the mask, Addisson grinned. "You may call me Addisson."
The rooftops were fun to walk along. Nobody really paid much attention to them, and even if you were spotted, it didn't take much to get out of sight. Duck into a window, go to the opposite roof, slide down to the ground floor via pole before making another ascent. It was all pretty simple to Addisson; it was a skill he had somehow acquired, yet, for whatever reason...
... did not quite know why she had said skill...
This wasn't exclusive to this skill however, oh no! Addisson's entire life for the past year had been but a mystery fueled by instinct. He couldn't remember why or how the one known as Addisson became known as the Masquerade Thief, yet she couldn't help but let his own actions be determined purely by instinct. It was as though she had a great many adventures in order to become the thief he was today, yet for the life of her, Addisson couldn't even comprehend how he had these gifts. It was as though her memory had been wiped clean. His body knew what to do, but her mind...
Addisson often spent much of his free time trying to get a grasp on her thoughts. She couldn't remember a single detail from his past, and that really intrigued him. He had his own story, his own legacy just waiting to be uncovered, yet she couldn't bring about any sort of details to jog her memory. It wasn't a haze or anything - her mind was completely devoid of memory.
In fact... Addisson wasn't even entirely sure if he was a she, or if she was in fact a he.
He was too scared to take off the mask; she was also too afraid to look down when it came to noting more obvious characteristics. The unknown, as much as he hated to admit it, frightened her, and Addisson wasn't quite a fan of being... indecent.
Yet, something was holding Addisson back from removing the mask. Whatever it was, it wasn't being subtle about it, either.
So, Addisson did the only thing someone with a lack of identity could think of:
Wait and see.
That said, in a time which was supposed to be spent alone in thought, Addisson found a rather snobbish looking noblewoman roaming the streets below. She looked to be in a hurry, and that interested the Bandit Thief terribly! Why, one might ask? Well it didn't take a genius to think something fishy was up. 'Pardon the pun.' He thought with a grin as she followed the noblewoman like a hawk. Just think: a noblewoman in a hurry in a backwater fishing town. Obviously she was on some important errand, and those always meant you could get one of two things from them:
Money and-or power.
From Addisson's understanding, there wasn't any rich folk who lived in the area, which meant this person either had said money or powerful purpose on-hand, or they'd lead the Masquerade Thief straight to it! 'Ahh, when am I ever not a genius?' He thought proudly as she followed close behind from the rooftops, making sure not to be seen. In order to do that, Addisson made sure his Lapi Necklace of Shadow was in view, and she was keeping to the darker sides of the rooftops. Of course, one couldn't rely on a lapi all the time, and Addisson was well aware of this fact, so she made sure to keep his presence low when following, prioritizing stealth over speed.
Of course, neither was much of an issue for a master thief such as Addisson.
"Akella! Are you still accommodating the peasantry, or can we get on with our travels?"
The noblewoman had an escort, it seemed. By pure guesstimation, Addisson concluded said escort was a woman of strength and morals, favouring brawn over brain. That being said, it would be best not to agitate the redhead with a thief's presence, and Addisson knew that patience would be everything in the coming heist.
@Knight of Doom I see two Persona 4 references in your app, both of which made me chuckle XD She's accepted!
@Dynamo Frokane Say Boss, mind sharing your thoughts on how large the population of Shine Cuty's cast should be, in terms of side characters? I remember you wanting to limit side characters in previous seasons when they became extensive, so I was just wondering what factors might come into play when you did decide to limit them :P
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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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