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3 yrs ago
Current ...why is my youtube feed full of Jordan Peterson videos? I've never watched any of his shit
3 yrs ago
I'll top the bill! I'll overkill! I have to find the will to carry on with the show! On with the show!
3 yrs ago
@Metadude Well, why not. If it works, it works.
3 yrs ago
You also gotta remember partisan jokes only work for those on your side. Like if I make afor joke about the bloody Union, I'll get the support of my Northern friends but push away those Union folks.
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3 yrs ago
Ja, uff da. Ække godt det der


If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

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Rider of Red

Time for relaxation seemed to be over, Rider came to conclude. That's a drag and a half, but such was the case. The air changed, the atmosphere itself seemed to twist and turn in compliance to the minor skirmishes that had begun. While Rider had no natural ability to truly deduce if fighting had began or not, few had experienced more battles than her; it is merely an instinct. "Well, Master, just a matter of time before the trap springs now." Rider mused out from atop her steed, adjusting her seating to be more stiff and prepared; her infamous bow in right hand and the reins in left, she aloofedly let her gaze roam along the valley, waiting for any to pop up.

The very first hostile attempt she noted was a golem of some sort flying straight towards her Master, as if attempting for a swift elimination. Huh. How rude, to underestimate us like so. She grumbled it over, yet did nothing to stop it; she trusted in her Master, and stopping it is an attack on Maeve's pride. Atleast in Rider's mind. Besides, the presence of another Servant was palpable in the air.

Before she could see the results of her trust however, the sound of someone calling for her echoed throughout. The Jaws of the trap had been sprung quite quickly it would seem; now its all about trusting in her fellow Servant's to arrive in time. "Hmm? Lancer of Black, is it? How do you do on this fine evening?" She made no signs of aggression, the bow in her hand hanging lazily, and her presence just reeking of... Boredom. Yet her eyes, they revealed that piercing gaze of someone who's lived a life of war." Huh? Mongolia? But of course. There's no person that is not familiar with my Mongolia. Ah, the good, old days... Seems you're from the area as well, given your clothing? Subutai, is that you? Ah, nah, he was far fatter than you are. Oh well. Perhaps you are that lousy Kubilai? Hmm, no, you're still too thin... Perhaps that mythical Jangar that my Shaman spoke of in my youth? Hah, that'd be quite the spectacle, wouldn't it? Who else could you perhaps be then, I wonder..." Leaning forwards, relaxing herself once again, Rider mused out curiously. It seemed he was one of those honorable folks that didn't attack even if his foe was right there. She did like those types, free of corruption.
Emily, Master of Black Caster

The head of the brunette excitably nodded along to the words of Caster, whether she grasped the meaning of it or not. She still struggled greatly with understanding that magic as a concept even existed in this world, despite never having ruled the idea out of her mind in times past, yet to now be so up-close to it all. It thorough, archeological breakthrough! "Magic cloaks, huuuh...? What'd they do?" Curious like a cat, she pranced forward to stand beside her Servant, eyes shimmering while gazing over the oddities of the objects around. From the strange cloth about to the various tools and magecrafts. She fancied those that sparkled the most, though there was none that could deny how obvious that truly was. Atleast it appeared her Servant was more than happy to show her the ropes around all of this, and she couldn't truly be happier with who she'd summoned either. Apepi of Hyksos, the False Prophet. Both the contract and her visions had confirmed that it was indeed the very person she was studying previously.

"Humm... But I wanna see them! Be them scary, evil, brutal! Or energetic, happy, courageous! I don't mind either way~" She chimed out back, as if her very tone struggled to find a consistent tune, caught in flux between excited chatter and song. With a twirl on her foot, a theatric display of disappointment with puffed up cheeks that immediately felt the wrath of a pat before breaking out into a wide grin. "But finefine~ Safety first! Make sure all equipment is ready before one braves the mighty catacombs, flashlight, rope and snacks~ I'll get us some tea then~" With that, she added in another of her trademark pirouettes, only to start tapping her way out of the room.

Truthfully, the mansion they had commandeered for the war was rather solemn and, to a certain degree, hollow in nature. The creeping feeling of loneliness weighed down on the shoulders of the spelunker within the massive halls, held up by arched roofing a good couple feet above her head. It was a marvelous structure, she did concede, though the size seemed so impractical! Especially for one used to encumbersome tunnels or open space. The dimlit journey from Caster's room to the kitchen was luckily not a long one, and she swiftly found her way inside. With a flick of a switch, and the kitchen area was brightly lit; so much so Emily found herself blinking a couple times to adjust proper. "So then~! Teaa~ Hum, where did I place my Yorkshire Tea bags... oh, there!" With a few prancing steps, she came up to one of the shelves, reaching out before picking up her tea of choice. Naturally, she had all but forgotten if she ever did ask Caster for her preferences, but she'd yet to hear any complaints.

With the drink fully prepared, filled up into a pot and placed upon a tray with a pair of cups, she came strolling back towards Caster's room. Some might feel emasculated to be left to maidly duties for one's Servant, but Emily was not one of them. She didn't want to think of Caster as a Servant, and more as a friend after all. Being friend with a Heroic Spirit sounds fun, and truthfully her journeys otherwise had left her in an utter lack of companionship of any sorts. So, bringing tea to a friend is just a nice gesture, and that's a good thing! Besides, Caster did ask for it, so there's that too. "Knock knooock~ Tea service has arrived~" she chattered out through a helpless giggle, despite actually already having entered the room again.
Rider of Red

"Hmm?" Rider tilted her head backwards to get a glimpse of her Master, an eyebrow raised curiously. Maeve Dóeltenga, her summoner to this Holy Great War. Maeve Dóeltenda, her newest Mangudai. Indeed, Genghis had yet to see any problems with her Master, and the words that she uttered had forced a grin to form on the King of Slaughterers' lips. "Y'think so, Master? Heh, I'm inclined to agree. I think this is the magical thing called friendship, eh?"

Ever so charismatic, few people could see the similarities between the aloof Rider and the stories surrounding her. She was well aware that her reputation for senseless murder and defiling well preceeded her; she had, after all, created that reputation willingly. Yet none could deny one thing after finally meeting her; she was a life-loving figure that much rather ensure safety and happiness of people. And her unspoken evil acts were some of the ways to protect people; if her frightening reputation could subdue an army, cause cities to surrender at sight, or make any corrupt bastard piss his pants, then that is lives saved. But, conquest will always claim lives. That's simply the nature of it. "You've said it quite plenty, my Mangudai. And I'll never tire from hearing it; as if getting tired of praise offered by beautiful people is ever something I will. Mm, yes, the strongest weapon in any conquest remains the to-be-conquered's fear, after all~" She whistled out between her teeth.

Turning herself around in her saddle, gazing onto Maeve from afront; then down to her trusted steed that she'd offered the Master. "Moreover, are you getting used to the saddle? Moriny Günj here seems to like you as well." Offering the white horse named Moriny Günj, Tseneglech's own daughter, a warm pat along the muzzle before peering up; "She rarely takes to a rider, save for myself, so that's good."

Leaning back again, sitting more comfortably atop Tsene, rolling her shoulders before clutching the reins; "And, naturally. I was born ready, but you already know this~"

Emily, Master of Black Caster

"Oi, Castah? Castah? Where are yah, Castaaah~?!" On her tippytoes, the excitable brunette called out into the halls of their base. Running here, there, everywhere in search of the False Pharaoh of a servant that she'd somehow attained. Only a week had passed since she accidentally summoned her within a pyramid she'd explored, and somehow gotten dragged into some weird thing with wishes and such. She hardly grasped any of it, not that she really thought much of it either, but she knew there was some truth to it all. Her eyes atleast revealed the person that had spawned by her side, the Caster, had been in a different era of history. And that's the reason she even decided to tag along. "Castaaah! You promised I'd get to see all these cool stories and heroes! C'mon, we don't have time to just..."

"Oh, there you are. Whatcha doin there?" Stepping into the room in her usual fashion, one foot forward, body tilting forward, before making a cheery piroette at the very pose... then finally walking normal in. She knew Caster had been hard at work setting up some base of sorts, something about a workshop or something, and she knew she shouldn't intrude unless it's necessary... but her fascination, her excitement, her curiosity; it had peaked! "How's the chingamalinga going? Are you getting the stuff needed and suuuch~? If not, trust in me, your!.. Master, was it? Yes, trust in me, your Master, to find the stuff!"
Finished! My Master!

The Mongol Horde has arrived! Say hi to Rider!

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You're more than welcome. At the moment there one free Rider slot. You can have it if for sure.

Wonderful! Mind me PMing the sheet that I have, and then discuss potential adjustments and whatnot? It's not exactly formatted according to yours there, but it had basically the same information.

Also, regarding Masters I'm pretty hopeless, but I'll see what I can conjure.

I've freshly gotten back from a long hiatus, and the last few days I've been rewatching more or less all of Fate that is available on Netflix. Goes without saying that I'm in a Fate mood.

Are Rider available, because I'd like to bring back a character I tried out a couple years ago. Namely Genghis Khan (Chick-edition, because Fate).
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I mean right now all you have to post about is introspect on your bench.


And here I was thinking of my new character to interact.

Haha, fine, I'll try and write up a post dear
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