.... Man, and people accused Kill la Kill for gratuitous amounts of fanservice...
Okay, so the thing that is sticking out the most with me is that X-11 Witch-Class Nueroi and the hive it came from... out of all the other hives, that was the only one that attempted peaceful communication... and it was subsequently obliterated by another hive.
So, we have clear evidence of there being other factions among the Neuroi.
Now, I can understand what was going on with the production... they left a hook for the next season with the possibility of peace being worked out, but apparently they changed their minds because it would probably be too long and complex of a story to work out.  Instead, better to just have them be clear-cut enemies so we can have humans stay as good guys and the Nueroi stay as bad guys.
Uggghhhhh.  I hate it when writers/producers do that.
Don't get me wrong, I love Strike Witches for the depths of character development.  These girls are about as far as you can get from being flat and 2-D as possible.  But the plot is terribly repetitive, being more or less recycled in the second season and the movie.
Anyhow... I kinda wonder what sort of story could be made if peaceful contact had been made with the X-11... and then it had been protected from the rival Neuroi (not to mention that freaking 'Warlock' monstrosity)...
Thoughts?

I know we've decided that politics and other human endeavors have diverged sufficiently that we don't need to update the setting to reflect whats happening outside our windows. Have we made any decisions on hard-science discoveries?

The specific case: We have a page for "Zarmina's World," a.k.a. Gliese 581g. It doesn't exist. Luckily, nobody's done anything substantial with the Gliese 581 system yet. Do we change the FenWiki?

The general rule should be worked out, too, so folks don't have to ask every time something like this happens.
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Rob Kelk
"Governments have no right to question the loyalty of those who oppose
them. Adversaries remain citizens of the same state, common subjects of
the same sovereign, servants of the same law."

- Michael Ignatieff, addressing Stanford University in 2012

The Fourth Edition language rules may actually cope better with Kyz!ynoa* than Third Edition did -- non-empaths have a maximum comprehension level of Broken/None. (Whether it specifically requires Empathy with the Telepathy power modifier, and/or whether Telepathy Talent by itself would allow Accented fluency, is open to debate.) Myeerrrarr would presumably require Language Talent or the Meeranar cultural familiarity to learn above Accented.

Also, this has been bugging me on and off for over 20 years: which emotion does the ^ diacritical in the name "Nea!son^ma" represent? I assume the shoutpole is the same "familiar comfort" diacritical as in "Kyz!ynoa*", but there are so many candidates for the caret that I can't ever seem to narrow it down.

Down in the Development forum, I made the cockamamie suggestion that the third Supreme Commander of the ISTs should be Brigid "Pouka" Dunsmuir. (She was actually my second choice; my first was La Triomphe, but then I looked at Farah's stats and saw the Combat Paralysis.)

After a beat or two, I proposed Drifter and Warrior as likelier prospects, then asked Bob who he had in mind; he confessed to me that he didn't have anyone specific in mind for the position. So I thought we could all vote on it, like how Legion of Super-Heroes periodically lets the readership choose the Legion's new leader. At the very least, we can bat around ideas and justifications.

As exams in England say, discuss.

I've been poking through the older threads trying to find a Luna Lovegood-centric time travel/looping idea that I developed a fair bit, since the Search function seems to be non-functional. I didn't find it (and anyone who can help with that will be deeply appreciated, which is the main point of the post) but I did turn up one from a couple years back that I like enough to repeat, so there's a bit of amusing content along with the "My search-fu is weak! Halp!" plea.

Back For Seconds - Hermione had to guide the spell, and Harry had to power it. Ron was the only one left to send... Returned to the first moment they were all together and imbued with the ability to slip a few seconds back in emergencies under his own power, Ron faces his greatest challenge: Not being such a berk about his important mission that he drives away the freinds he'll need to succeed in it.

The one I was looking for, has multiple loops with Harry traveling to save Luna's mum and her providing the time travel McGuffin, except that one time it doesn't work and Luna has to try to build the device herself from memory. My own memory of details is sketchier beyond that, but I do recall being quite pleased with the idea as a whole.
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"Anko, what you do in your free time is your own choice. Use it wisely. And if you do not use it wisely, make sure you thoroughly enjoy whatever unwise thing you are doing." - HymnOfRagnorok as Orochimaru at SpaceBattles
woot Med. Eng., verb, 1st & 3rd pers. prsnt. sg. know, knows

The Clark Savage Junior Memorial Stadium was neither virginal nor experienced : it was the green groupie with only a few acts underneath its skirts and curtains. Its stage, lit with only the most pragmatic of spot lights embraced the uncoordinated costumes of five instrumented female figures.  
“The secret sauce is subtle dissonance.” Asada Strangelove, universal set of paradoxically pretty pan-world traits, dropped the typically quirky bit of pith with a flip of burnished copper cascade revealing pale blue eyes set startlingly against the finely sculpted facial features of a hereditary Nefertiti. 
“Smells like sphinx shit to me!” The green girl with the short shock of jet spiked hair fingered an impudent  chord on her blaring, brick-red shoulder slung keyboard. “Do we really have to dig through your mystical mumbo-jumbo crap to find diamonds?”
The girl with the ’58  Fender Stratocaster pushed her thick black plastic rimmed glasses back up the bridge of her button nose with studied Geek determination. The statement of the gesture was larger than the facial foundation ;  it required regular restatements. Her attire and appearance was what if Buddy Holly had rocked out  all Johnny Rotten : the fifties style suit, slightly shoddy &  hard-worn, was a full on Mod revival uniform stretched over androgynous, angular girl. 
“She mean we all play like you, foul mouthed green girl!” 
Dazzle Ardent unfurled a blazingly cherry nailed emerald bird in the direction of her potential Chinese bandmate. 
“Pick your hole and climb on!” This was said with the ready ease of a professionally profane person.  
Khimera Chang dropped the cartoony fortune cookie prattle for an excellently rendered dulcet Elvis cover of The Stones : “And I laid traps for troubadours / Who get lost before they reached Bombay.”
The pneumatic bottle-blonde drummer applauded raucously : “Great Dylan!”
“ Jagger, Suki2! “ Chang rolled her eyes, dramatically. “Geez, how can you call yourself a rocker if you can’t tell Dylan from Jagger?!” 
The short, stacked Japanese lass executed an anatomically arresting heel to toe rock. “But I’m not a rocker : I’m a drummer!”
“Point to Ringo.” The statuesque Kenyan bassist, Ariel Cypher, dryly stated with a wry bass addendum strum of her mother-of-pearl Gibson Thunderbird IV. 
Khimera  launched her glasses clean off of her snub-nose with a snort of laughter ; Asada intercepted the eyewear mid trajectory with an uncannily accurate and seemingly effortless flick of her hand. She passed the primitive cybernetic device back to its decidedly relived looking owner.
“Chang, It’s inane arguing with the innocent and insane.” 
“Which am I?” Suki2  pouted.
Asada tousled Suki Squared’s  artificially gold tinted & green neon pipe cleaner wired Pippi Longstocking pigtails into an adorably asymmetric disarray. 
“You’re insanely innocent...” The perfect diminutive ambushed her... “Su Su!” 
The pout vanished almost as if it had never been in the place now adorned by forty five thousand watts of smile. It was as infectious as Ebola ; everyone in its luminous radius was infused by the giddy need to grin.
 “Point conceded.” Khimera re-nested the nose gear. “Now how ‘bout we listen to the boss?”
Dazzle Ardent, keyboardist, shrugged eloquently. 
Asada Strangelove employed one of the four Chinese words known to her as well as another newly minted epithet  : “Xiexie, Khi!” 
Chang’s two fingered salute turned quickly into a hasty specs reseating.
“All I meant, Dazzle--it was a little too soon to attempt calling her Dazz quite yet--, is that, with the exception of the drums, I don’t want any pure sound : I’d  like guitars ten percent extra shrill side ; drums and keyboard play it like you’ve just slammed back your third Horny Bull.”
“Balls to the wall?” Dazzle appeared to be one for colorfully crude comments. Asada gave the girl a enigmatic glance before her eyes lowered subtly to the keytar that had not wavered a centremeter from Ardent's groin.  
“Loudly &  proudly!” Strangelove retrieved her skeletal Gittler guitar, and ripped off a raucously resplendent rendition of the main theme of Mars, Bringer of War. 
Cypher, nodding her immaculately shaved skull in time to an internal bass line only she could hear, fiddled with her Gibson before injecting a raunchily propulsive paramilitary heartbeat almost in goose step with Asada’s  stridently superlative guitar line. The others scrambled and bumbled into acoustical approximations, playing bumptiously until , fifteen minutes later, they crossed the near mystical threshold where strident synchronicity fused five discordant individuals into the arousing asymmetrical im-perfection of great rock and roll. 
They finished two hours later with the flushed fervour of afterglow : Asada and Khimera, back to back, ripped the closing chords ; the lot of them exuding euphoric little yips before slumping self-indulgently to the too-new-to-be-scuffed floor of the stage. 
Asada pushed sweat leadened hair from her eyes, and breathed, "Dazzle Ardent, if you want to be a member of this band, we need you to be who you really are!"
Ardent tried to be innocent, albeit in her rude way: "What's this shit that you're spewing?" 
Strangelove parried Ardent's keytar nimbly with the neck of her Gittler guitar to reveal an impressive trouser swell. Ardent blushed angrily; was about to rail about being unfairly outed before Asada Strangelove, lead guitar of the nascent Fugue State, said exactly the right thing at exactly the right time.
"I don't just want good musicians: I want passionate musicians!" She looked pointedly at Ardent. "Can you be that musician?" 

Dazzle's slack jaw of astonishment firmed up into a smile: "I motherfucking can!" The green Orion moved her keytar decidedly away from her less turgid but still impressive nether regions. 

With two exceptions, the band accepted the revelation phlegmatically: Suki Suki pretilly giggle-flushed; Cypher drolly dropped,  "You really are a nine inch pianist."

Everyone, with the exception of Su Su, thought that was funny enough for three and a half minutes of snorting, floor rolling gales of laughter.

"I don't get it." 

Ardent corrected Cypher's estimate: "Ten." 

Apparently we can now change our usernames in Yuku.  As you can now see with mine, I've made a subtle change that I have long wanted to make. 

I couldn't remember one way or the other, so I checked Wikipedia, and it says that in OTL's 2013, the Seattle Seahawks won the Super Bowl.

My trivial question is: did they win on Krypton-1 as well? And if so, did Katherine "Sea Hawk" Swensen fulfill her long-standing promise to reveal her true identity?

Just another piece of corroborative detail; do with it what you will.

Mamorien from the Whole Earth Grimoire" thread Wrote:(Speaking of Necron, I've thought for a while that the vignette for the "Magic" chapter should involve him muttering to the effect that he could've started the Mage Age a decade early if those fools at the University had only listened to him...)

Lupin the 3rd! 
Goemon: "Once again I have cut a worthless object..."
Can I get a HELLZ YEAH?! ^_^