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THE SACRIFICE IS COMPLETE. THE BOILERMEN HAVE FRESH SOULS. THEY CAN DO SHIFT CHANGES.
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Was that supposed to be an anime reference
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Harry Potter is not a world view, read another book or I will piss on the moon with my super laser piss.
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-Mahz fix your forum so people stop double posting-
"Colors danced in a kaleidoscope pattern set against neon grey. Breasts floated down like raindrops, morphing and confusing him. Where was he? Was there music? He heard familiar voices.
"An old man from Kars was feeding the soldiers." the voice started, "And the soldiers asked why the man lived alone."
Sahle stayed in the titscape. The voice continued. "He says 'See that fence over there? I laid every stone by hand, building it up for miles. But do they call me Ohanjan the Fence Builder? No.' "
" 'See that tank over there? I built it out of spare parts, piece by piece, and sold it to the government to help fight the Turks, but do they call me Ohanjan the Tankman? Pah!' "
" 'Look over there at that church. I rebuilt it with my nephews, and we restored it so the priests could hold services in there again. Do they call me Ohanjan the Godly?' "
The voice began to crack. " 'But you fuck one goat!"' it said before laughing. Sahle watched a final tit-bubble float down. Inside was a goat. It bleated, and the tit burst along with his dream. He woke up."
- Sahle's Dream, Precipice of War. VilagidiotX
Oh, and then there's this piece of work:
""You approached me, and I was already having a rather talkative day." Dimitri signals over the waiter, and ignores the look he gives his burns. "I'll take a cherry pepsi, large pepperoni and bacon pepsi..... And spaghetti..."
"S-sir, you can't come in here with no shirt on... You will s-scare the other gues-s-sts-s." The waiter writes down the order anyways, and turns to the girl. "How about you mis-s-s.""
"An old man from Kars was feeding the soldiers." the voice started, "And the soldiers asked why the man lived alone."
Sahle stayed in the titscape. The voice continued. "He says 'See that fence over there? I laid every stone by hand, building it up for miles. But do they call me Ohanjan the Fence Builder? No.' "
" 'See that tank over there? I built it out of spare parts, piece by piece, and sold it to the government to help fight the Turks, but do they call me Ohanjan the Tankman? Pah!' "
" 'Look over there at that church. I rebuilt it with my nephews, and we restored it so the priests could hold services in there again. Do they call me Ohanjan the Godly?' "
The voice began to crack. " 'But you fuck one goat!"' it said before laughing. Sahle watched a final tit-bubble float down. Inside was a goat. It bleated, and the tit burst along with his dream. He woke up."
- Sahle's Dream, Precipice of War. VilagidiotX
Oh, and then there's this piece of work:
""You approached me, and I was already having a rather talkative day." Dimitri signals over the waiter, and ignores the look he gives his burns. "I'll take a cherry pepsi, large pepperoni and bacon pepsi..... And spaghetti..."
"S-sir, you can't come in here with no shirt on... You will s-scare the other gues-s-sts-s." The waiter writes down the order anyways, and turns to the girl. "How about you mis-s-s.""
I'm only sitting here wondering if Mortalbean's commentary on the start of the First World War is either political commentary he's absorbed on the topic, or is some incomplete and incorrect version of it. Because that's certainly not how I know it.
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Bapa River
Dark river water lapped gently along the hull of the acorn-shaped canoe. The oarsman stood over Affurendi, pushing and turning in his rough scabbed hands the long pole that pushed against the silty bottom of the river. The water was still here, almost as much as a pond. It flowed gently alongside them, sparkling in the evening sun. The reflection of the golden light on the water's surface was the only real indication of the river's flow and that it was not all dead.
The banks of the river rested large twisted trees, their knotted bark contorting in fractal shapes as they twined and danced into the smooth hands of the outer boughs. Massive leaves the size of dinner plates hung heavy with brown fruits and flocks of birds. Affurendi watched as the chirping and cawing finches and ravens darted in the soft shadows of the watery groves' kingdoms.
“You hear of the winds, goa?” the raftsman said in a voice held as still as the water's surface. The old satyr looked up at him, the oarsman stared off down river, his eyes still and a conversationalist's smile on his face.
“I'm afraid I haven't paid attention.” the Overroomi said, “Which is a shame.”
“T'is, goa.” his ferryman laughed, “There's a saltiness on its breath. Bantui-Moa no doubt wants us to know something is up. But I don't think her words are as clear as they could. I would speak with the shaman in Tonbo if I had the time.”
“We'll have to see if you have that.” Affurendi smiled politely.
“What about you? You have time to meet with them?” he asked.
“Oh, I doubt it.” shrugged Affurendi, his gaze turned indifferently to the trees. The dominance of the mangroves were beginning to wane as thickets gave way to grassy banks. Indifferent buffalo and rhino watched the travelers on from the far banks. “I have business that's important. I don't think I will have time.”
“That is unfortunate to hear, goa.” the ferryman sighed, “Someone told me the day before we left off that he was told they think the wind is a signal of fire. Beyond the grasslands, on the sea and beyond. He said that earlier a friend of his cousin's brother had found the remains of foreign vessels on the shore.
“Now I'm not saying I know anything about the ocean,” he added, “but I do imagine if what's left of zouma vessels are landing on our shore then something is up.”
“Well that sounds like something worth getting to the bottom of.” Affurendi said indifferently, “How much longer to Tonbo?”
“Bait a day. The last checkpoint is on the bend ahead. We'll let off for the night there.”
Dark river water lapped gently along the hull of the acorn-shaped canoe. The oarsman stood over Affurendi, pushing and turning in his rough scabbed hands the long pole that pushed against the silty bottom of the river. The water was still here, almost as much as a pond. It flowed gently alongside them, sparkling in the evening sun. The reflection of the golden light on the water's surface was the only real indication of the river's flow and that it was not all dead.
The banks of the river rested large twisted trees, their knotted bark contorting in fractal shapes as they twined and danced into the smooth hands of the outer boughs. Massive leaves the size of dinner plates hung heavy with brown fruits and flocks of birds. Affurendi watched as the chirping and cawing finches and ravens darted in the soft shadows of the watery groves' kingdoms.
“You hear of the winds, goa?” the raftsman said in a voice held as still as the water's surface. The old satyr looked up at him, the oarsman stared off down river, his eyes still and a conversationalist's smile on his face.
“I'm afraid I haven't paid attention.” the Overroomi said, “Which is a shame.”
“T'is, goa.” his ferryman laughed, “There's a saltiness on its breath. Bantui-Moa no doubt wants us to know something is up. But I don't think her words are as clear as they could. I would speak with the shaman in Tonbo if I had the time.”
“We'll have to see if you have that.” Affurendi smiled politely.
“What about you? You have time to meet with them?” he asked.
“Oh, I doubt it.” shrugged Affurendi, his gaze turned indifferently to the trees. The dominance of the mangroves were beginning to wane as thickets gave way to grassy banks. Indifferent buffalo and rhino watched the travelers on from the far banks. “I have business that's important. I don't think I will have time.”
“That is unfortunate to hear, goa.” the ferryman sighed, “Someone told me the day before we left off that he was told they think the wind is a signal of fire. Beyond the grasslands, on the sea and beyond. He said that earlier a friend of his cousin's brother had found the remains of foreign vessels on the shore.
“Now I'm not saying I know anything about the ocean,” he added, “but I do imagine if what's left of zouma vessels are landing on our shore then something is up.”
“Well that sounds like something worth getting to the bottom of.” Affurendi said indifferently, “How much longer to Tonbo?”
“Bait a day. The last checkpoint is on the bend ahead. We'll let off for the night there.”
Foster said
Imagine, 3 days to photo-bomb a pre-scheduled live newscast that will be on national television.
And then be on screen for not two seconds, or four, or thirty. Not even a minute. No. Five to ten.
Charlie said
Boop bop beep
Globalization during the Second World War wasn't as big as a thing then as it is now. World War One largely disturbed the pre-existing informal globalized routes built up during the Industrial Revolution. And the Interwar and Second World War period hardly had much in the way of globalized management as exists now (The pre-war years lacked for instance the Bretton Woods Conference which established such things as the IMF and World Bank). Economies in the forties could be largely self-sufficient or they would have shifted trading partners or found new access to the resources they needed. Great Britain severing trade with the Nazis was something of a formality, to starve the Germans they really had to target their fuel production directly in bombing raids and attacking fuel convoys directly and it wouldn't have effected them.
Nowadays we got a whole lot of international bodies dictating the direction, growth, and flow of finance and production. IMF and World Bank keeping international money transfers moving along. OPEC for oil, and the rise of trade blocs like NAFTA, the EU. Such organizations have existed before, but their creation and establishment greatly surged in the 60's to the 80's and then again in the 90's with the formal collapse of the USSR leaving behind a lot of independent nations. There is also the very international World Trade Organanization.
Major trading blocs:
This is not to mention that a lot of important industrial architecture is often shared between states or regions. Russia for instance pipes oil directly into Europe, which makes economic sanctions a lot harder. Though at the same time the Saudis and OPEC can informally sanction Russia by dropping the price of oil well below the price the Russians would need to benefit off of oil production and not go into debt (and in effect become the international version of the Rockefeller family).
Apart from greater international trade on and more energetic regional and international level there is the latest advancements in communication technologies which affords us all the ability to shout at others from much further away and socially connect us to people like in Ukraine. Depending on how stoutly Putin wants to censor the net to keep Ukraine out of it, or on how avid the Russians are in keeping to the Russiky corner of the internet.
Though however there's some predictions out now that post-depression we may go through a period of deglobalization, which means more jobs for American robots and more eventual freedom to do whatever without too much threat (Russian economy is still tanking from their current actions). But these reports are from 2009 so still mid-recession doomsday predictions.
Nowadays we got a whole lot of international bodies dictating the direction, growth, and flow of finance and production. IMF and World Bank keeping international money transfers moving along. OPEC for oil, and the rise of trade blocs like NAFTA, the EU. Such organizations have existed before, but their creation and establishment greatly surged in the 60's to the 80's and then again in the 90's with the formal collapse of the USSR leaving behind a lot of independent nations. There is also the very international World Trade Organanization.
Major trading blocs:
This is not to mention that a lot of important industrial architecture is often shared between states or regions. Russia for instance pipes oil directly into Europe, which makes economic sanctions a lot harder. Though at the same time the Saudis and OPEC can informally sanction Russia by dropping the price of oil well below the price the Russians would need to benefit off of oil production and not go into debt (and in effect become the international version of the Rockefeller family).
Apart from greater international trade on and more energetic regional and international level there is the latest advancements in communication technologies which affords us all the ability to shout at others from much further away and socially connect us to people like in Ukraine. Depending on how stoutly Putin wants to censor the net to keep Ukraine out of it, or on how avid the Russians are in keeping to the Russiky corner of the internet.
Though however there's some predictions out now that post-depression we may go through a period of deglobalization, which means more jobs for American robots and more eventual freedom to do whatever without too much threat (Russian economy is still tanking from their current actions). But these reports are from 2009 so still mid-recession doomsday predictions.
So long as there are no turns, no dice, and no stats. These factors all too easily make the RP more a board game for my story-oriented writing.
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