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It's nice that he takes a moment to speak against a harmful stereotype.
…Then he says something which is definitely going to get him in trouble. He's not really wrong, though. Except that it curtails the feasibility of Suicide Squad-style operations, like was used during the Anti-Life.
Though...
He never displays that kind of paranoia in most runs.
Also, there's a couple if criteria for legal insanity. Or things that disqualify you, rather.
I forget most of them, buy 'capable of long-term planning' is one of them.
Because I'd you're really so out of touch with reality that you don't...
Mugwuffin knows you are stressed.
Relax and pet Mugwuffin.
For Mugwuffin has foreseen it.
Right, time to plan.
Distance yourself from the Megacorps...
And gain economic independence.
Hopefully soon before it all goes up in shit.
Chp-71
0BBY. 7977 C.R.C, as it is more commonly known.
It was coming to an end.
Merely 3 months before the year's end, and a lot had happened. The Death Star went kaboom. The Guild was made official. I voluntarily played politics.
I was still stuck here.
And as I sat in my office, staring...
If RWBY was a great story that didn't constantly face problems and pacing issues and wasn't totally carried by fanfiction and Tumblr, I would pat them on their back for avoiding cliché.
Now? Well I would call it a lost opportunity.
Oh well you heard it guys, Jaune and Salem have no connection...
...the bits on Spacebattles
Jaune: wait, you resurrected a dog using your master?
Sith!Nana: Oh ya basic life force stealing technique
Papa!Shirou:*Killing Evil is OK * Exclusive Dark Sider only
Jaune: *Save his Friends no matter what* So do i have to wear all black?
Sith!Nana: I still want you...
My argument for not killing The Joker is that if you dont know the exact universe you're in that just risks making things worse by creating Hell Joker or something like that.
Really, with how overwhelmingly corrupt we're told Gotham is supposed to be, the most unbelievable thing about the Joker is that he didn't fall down a flight of stairs. Or trip and fall onto several knives. Or mysteriously manage to shoot himself in the back 37 times.
The idea that not a single...
Cross posting this from SB as I feel like it sums up my thoughts on Purity pretty well.
While I'm not going to dispute Daryl Davis his methods unfortunately don't work for a known murderer that can destroy buildings.
Even if Purity, debatably, wants it to be better she's got no path to...
Aeryn's madness came slowly.
First, as a whisper in her dreams.
Then as muttered curses in merchant alleys.
Then louder still, in the high courts, murmured behind silk fans and beneath powdered beards:
"She is a witch... but alas, she is a queen."
And finally, even in the sacred prayer...
Max sat nervously in the small, sterile meeting room of the police station. The harsh fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting a cold,
Max sat nervously in the small, sterile meeting room of the police station. The harsh fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting a cold, clinical glow...
When her eyes opened, Jay found herself staring at the same familiar environment. The same white lights fixed to the ceiling over her head. There was something strange about it like déjà vu. The same scene where someone was sitting beside her, and the presence felt so eerily familiar, like this...