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| Random years after eighteen thoughts of anime conventions |
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Posted by: Dartz - 03-26-2023, 04:18 PM - Forum: General Chatter
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Random thoughts from 18 years of anime cons. Friday'll be the last one I go to.
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-Attended first ever run of a con in 2005
-Pure desolation. But it existed
-Kept conbook for the last 18 years for no reason
-Completely useless memento
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-Attended con in Feb 2007.
-Pedobear Cosplayer with kid on leash
-Things that'd get you kicked out today
-He was kicked out then too
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-Yaoi. That's a paddlin
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-Staffed con one year
-Got so drunk in the pub quiz I fell off stool and concussed myself for a week
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-Cosplayer brings airsoft sniper rifle to con as prop
-Aim it from the top balcony at the con-directors head and rack the bolt.
-Squeeze trigger
-*Click*
-Hand it back to Cosplayer and politely tell him not to get fucking caught with a live rifle at an anime convention.
-(Not america lol)
-Would've missed anyway. I'm a bad shot.
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-Con in a shitty hotel
-Fire alarm flooded due to heavy rain
-Everyone had to run outside in the rain five times on Saturday because lol fire-alarm randomly triggering
- Fire alarm disabled for entire hotel.
- That con died 8 years ago
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-Otaku Con *existed*
-Claimed to have permission from Otakon
-According to someone involved in Otakan I may have inadvertently made aware of this - they didn't
-Name changed to Kaos Con
-Worst con ever. Didn't even have ballpit
-Owner threated to sue /CGL/ for deformation[sic] because of all the shitstirrers there
-Owner a known dickhead
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-Spent an entire saturday drinking a bottle of whiskey from a flask
-Best saturday ever. Actually talked with people
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-Someone paid full price to enter The Con at 15:00 on Sunday - an hour before the closing ceremony. Why?
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-Attended last run of a con in 2016.
-A large number of the photographs in the 'goodbye' reel came from me.
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-Due to drive everyone to Con Friday morning. 3 hour drive
-Spent Thursday evening drinking the guts of a bottle of whiskey
-Woke up Stocious. Rawest hangover ever
-Got a feed of fry in me and managed to keep it down
-Blew clear on the breathalyser
-Drove like death warmed up for three hours and passed out in the B&B
-Went at it again that night
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-Con has pub quiz
-Prize is a voucher for free drink at the bar
-No value limit
-Win Pub Quiz by being Peak Weeb
-"Two of your most expensive whiskey please"
-Con director couldn't believe we did it. (But would've done the same himself)
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-Take photo of cosplayer with film camera
-Cosplayer doesn't understand concept of film
-Demands to see it, snatches camera from my hand and opens the back
- Well, they're all ruined. Idiot
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I've only ever spoken with two guests at a con
-Vic Mignonga (In 2008 I think, when I was staff at the con.)
-Todd Habercorn (In 2015, when the con had a VIP ticket option and a personal meet and greet with the guests was the only thing it got you)
I didn't want to be around either of them and I’m so fat they'd drop me on Nagasaki
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-Got drunk in con-bar one year Todd Habercorn came
-Sang free-bird while he tried to sing with his band
-Someone called us a bunch of idiots in an online review.
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Only record of a local con ever existing is that it's mentioned in the Evangelion 2.22 Blu-ray Director's commentary.
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-The only time I ever managed to cosplay was as a TF2 engineer (Back when it was still popular)
-Made a prop-wrench out of scrap hardwood that was heavy enough to kill if swung with vigour.)
-Con took it on the first day.
-David Bowie lookalike won the competion
-I was just a fat guy in duct-tape goggles and dungarees, with computer parts hanging from my belt.
-Everyone enjoyed it.
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-Worldcon 2019
-Have more intelligent discussins in the bar than I'd had in the last 10 years
-Artistic merit of using film in cameras
-How an RBMK reactor explodes
-'Bless your heart'
-Ginger Buchanan
-Different vibe
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-Had intended 2020 to be my last con trip
-The Inconveniences ended that
-This year will have to do
-Just don't feel like part of it anymore
-Such is life
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| My ideas |
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Posted by: ModularMansion - 03-26-2023, 03:06 PM - Forum: Fenspace
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I'd like to contribute to Fenspace.
My first idea is a simple one for Pulpers.
"Skippers" will be the header title on the page, and it will be an SCP Foundation subfaction. However, it won't be the only one, seeing as how the SCP community has been historically divided across websites in real life. I want to make other SCP groups within bigger factions, such as the Wizarding World (because of Serpent's Hand and Wanderer's Library) and Village Hidden in Asteroids (because of SCP-JP deliberately being patterned off of supernatural anime and manga sometimes, and SCP-CN having character archetypes from Chinese action fantasy such as xian immortals).
This is my writeup.
Skippers (header)
These Pulpers are similar to Foglios in that their fannishness revolves around a modern, online property: the SCP Foundation. However, the loose canon and dark nature of SCP means the fen who want to bring its more optimistic memes into space are inherently divided, and the Skippers are certainly not the only SCP-related group in Fenspace. Other groups are almost always contained within a specific faction, however, whereas the Skippers are an interfactional group which has sometimes aided the mysterious Fivers and tend to stick together in mysterious, anti-authoritarian secret societies and settlements distant from the reach of factional leadership. However, the Skippers have often suffered because they are a group that rejects hierarchy for the most part because they see the bureaucracy of the Foundation as a tragedy that should be avoided in the real world.
Their lack of leadership has led to many of their settlements suffering from starvation over the years, although no deaths from it have occurred as of yet. Skipper settlements have a special relationship with major fen companies and space venture capitalists for reasons faction leadership and most Skippers want to keep secret. These external groups are generally the main provider of resources to Skipper settlements.
Many Skippers who snitch tell stories about transhuman experiments and largely ineffective plans to make an army of cyborg soldiers for a variety of purposes which differ between the fen telling the stories. Using them as slave bodyguards to be loaned to those who need them, surveillance tools, and even a tool to somehow extort the entire human race and AI into giving them money and resources with their military strength. Given what is known about Fenspace's countermeasures to such things, these tales are unlikely at best and no Skipper who has told one has ever been harassed or disowned by another Skipper. Regardless, this group's plans are unlike any other in the solar system and seem intriguing.
No Skipper who is not part of a secret society has done anything of political significance, and even most society Skippers follow the same path. However, a select few societies have done things like network with Fivers and aid them in ways no member of the two factions is willing to discuss or knows anything about. These "elite" Skippers are generally seen as the highest members of the group, regardless if they live in a Skipper settlement or not, and the only known exception to their anti-hierarchy beliefs among most Skippers, although they have no special role in actually leading Skipper settlements. The Skippers who have provided aid to the Fivers are mostly diplomats, and their unorthodox views on government and society have hindered as much as they have helped Fiver diplomats.
The name of the group originates from the Tale (the term used to describe an online story on the SCP Wiki that does not follow the office form format of the typical SCP entry, and which are usually more grounded than the stories accepted on the Wanderer's Library website) UIU Orientation.
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| utility (perfect/shared memory): Time In A Bottle by Jim Croce |
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Posted by: classicdrogn - 03-16-2023, 04:21 AM - Forum: The Game Everyone Loves To Play
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non embedded
This one's old and well known enough that Doug may well already have a power from it, but I came up with a good one just now... and then I went and over-complicated everything thinking about the rules and exceptions and just RPG nerd things, but basically, Doug was feeling really homesick at some point in the Walk, and/or tried this as a gate song based on the repeated calls to spend time with the singer's loved one(s), but instead what it does is one of two things: First, to allow him to pull up the memory of a single sequence of events in the last 24 hours, up to the full duration, and encapsulate it for perfect recall at any later time; or second, to replay one of these memories for himself and/or someone else.
Not the way he intended to "look around enough" or "have enough time to do all the things you want to do" let alone "save every day and then spend them with you," but at least ten times better than a holiday photo album, and having its own strategic utility for after action reports, incident analysis, and general information gathering. It might interact with a Pensieve in an interesting way, too, or be inspired by them if it only comes in after the HP Step.
While limited to the physical state of what the sound and light reaching his AoE can discern, it is in fact a divination/retrocognition effect so perfect recall means perfect, not just what he noticed consciously or subconsciously, or was able to percieve at the time, or had senses to detect at all in the case of photons outside the visible and frequencies beyond the audible rages at the time. Mana sense detects the magic backing the effect rather than what was present in the scene, and things that were not inside the AoE directly are not recorded if they were, for example, inside a closed drawer or box that was visible but not that close, and observers entering the memory later with the second effect of the song can't leave his AoE from the recorded time anyway.
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| The history of the nations in one line |
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Posted by: Dartz - 03-15-2023, 03:11 PM - Forum: General Chatter
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Not sure if any of these are funny....
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British History:
So we just showed up uninvited and made the place our own for a couple of centuries. Savages didn’t even welcome us.
American History:
All men are created equal* (Terms and conditions may apply. See fine print. )
French History:
They call it a revolution. IBecause we wend up right back where we started.
German History:
Once again, Europe is at war.
Austrian History:
Did we start that?
Swiss History:
500 years of peace and brotherly love have given us - a fancy watch.
Belgian History:
Would like you to laugh it off as Germany’s bypass - pay no attention to the Ghost of King Leopold there.
Dutch History:
Never living the tulip thing down
Spanish History:
Arrives in America like the full stop at the end of a sentence.
Portuguese History
Finders Keepers
Irish History:
Right lads, we're leaving - again.
Italian History
Remember when we ruled the known world?
Greek History
Remember who ruled it before Italy?
Iranian History
Yes.
Russian History:
Take a drink when it gets worse.
Ukrainian History:
Desperately trying not to become Russian History
Polish History:
Desperately trying to remain Polish History
Balkan History:
A Tesla Fire.
Japanese History:
We're special. Nothing ever happened. Lets just keep that quiet. Lets never talk about it.....
Chinese History:
...and then millions died.
Australian History:
A thirty thousand year dream fucked by one British cunt's Endeavour
New Zealand History:
Getting annoyed when mistaken for Aussie history.
Indian History.
The difference between 25% of the world economy, and 7% is the British Empire.
Middle Eastern History:
A 3000 year stew of paternalist foreign intervention and religious fundamentalism.
Arabian History:
Camel-Camel-Camel-Car-Private Jet-America-Camel-Camel
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| 2016-11-17: Life Off Mars |
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Posted by: Bob Schroeck - 03-10-2023, 04:35 PM - Forum: Stories
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7 Henrietta Street
Dublin, Ireland
November 17, 2016
3:47 PM
"I'm coming, I'm coming," Meg muttered to herself as the pounding at 7 Henrietta's front door obstinately refused to stop. "Hold on, damn you," she growled when she reached door and began to flip all the various latches. The sound of the locks opening apparently satisfied whoever was on the other side of the door, because the pounding abruptly stopped.
Meg swung the door open and stared balefully at the man on the stoop. He had short-cut hair of a shade halfway between brown and dirty blond, atop a sharp-featured face. His head was canted forward slightly and he studied her from under his beetled brows. He wore a long glossy black leather jacket of a vaguely retro cut over a new-looking black T-shirt, along with dark grey slacks and loafers. She looked him over head to toe then said, "Yes?"
"You Meg Deckard?" he asked a bit gruffly. He had a Mancunian accent, out of place in Dublin.
"I am," she allowed. "And you are?"
He took a deep breath, as if to steady himself, then drew a worn black ID case from his right jacket pocket. "I'm Inspector Sam Tyler, with the Garda," he said, displaying an ID that agreed that this was the case. "Except I'm not."
"Oh?" Meg raised an eyebrow, silently thanking Data for the snippet of biomimetic programming that let her do so.
He growled and scrubbed his face with one hand as he slid the ID back in his pocket with the other. "I'm screwing this up. Let me start again. My name is Sam Tyler. In 2006 I was a DCI with the Greater Manchester Police. After I was hit by a car, I woke up in 1973 as a DC in the Manchester and Salford Police. I was stuck in the 1970s for three years, then I got shot while trying to take down a suspect." He drew a deep sigh and scrubbed his face again. "I woke up an hour ago on a park bench here in Dublin. In one pocket I had an ID that says I'm an Inspector in the Garda, and in the other I found a piece of paper with your name, this address, and 'She'll understand' all written on it." The glowering expression on his face broke, replaced by confusion and near panic. "The newspapers I saw on my way here say it's 2016." He shook his head. "I've got to know -- am I mad, in a coma, or traveling in time?"
Meg took this all in, then slowly nodded. She stepped back and opened the door wide. "I think you'd better come on in," she said.
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| 2016-09-29: The Eyes in Her Fire |
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Posted by: robkelk - 03-06-2023, 08:13 AM - Forum: Stories
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Blossom Apartments, Ottawa, ON, Canada
September 17, 2016
6:00 AM
Rei was worried. She wasn't in Japan any more, which meant that she was nowhere near any of the 280 Hikawa Shrines. How was she supposed to carry out the rites on her own, without a kannushi in charge? But she was Sailor Mars, and in that role she was – politically – the most senior shaman of the Silver Millennium, she reminded herself yet again. There was no organized Shinto presence in Ottawa; her personal status would have to be enough.
She still feared the wrath of the kami if she was wrong – not for herself, but for her friends, both the other Sailor Senshi and the people she had met here in this refuge they'd found in Ottawa. And the kami enshrined at the Hikawa Shrines was known to be very wrathful on occasion.
No, she realized, that attitude was incorrect for a miko of the Hikawa Shrines. Follow the example set by the kami enshrined at the Hikawa Shrines, she told herself; it was better to take decisive action than to worry.
Her decision reached, Rei quickly made her way to the residence manager's office.
September 29, 2016
1:37 PM
"Thank you, Mii-san," Rei said as the professionals who had just finished installing a fireplace in her apartment packed up and prepared to leave.
"This is important to you," she replied as she signed the professionals' invoice. "And we made sure that you could use the fireplace to heat your apartment, too. Are you good with the firewood being stored on your balcony?"
"I'm not using the balcony for anything else," Rei replied.
"Do you need help with the firewood?"
"Bringing it in, and building the fire? No, that is a duty that I must perform myself. Thank you for offering, though."
Mii nodded in understanding; sometimes the person in charge just had to do it herself. "Will we see you at dinner?"
"I don't know. That depends on whether the wood cooperates with me."
4:05 PM
She had blessed the wood as she built the fire on the hearthstone, being careful not to dirty her miko robes. Now all that was left to do was to light it.
Rei transformed to Sailor Mars, selected a long taper, and whispered, "Fire Soul." A small flame appeared on the tip of her finger, and she lit the taper with it. She transformed back to her unpowered form and used the taper to light the tinder. The tinder lit the kindling before it burned out, and the kindling in turn lit the seasoned wood.
She watched as the fire took hold. Simply watching the flames gave her a measure of peace; this was something familiar in an unfamiliar world.
Then she heard... no, sensed... a voice. A gruff, angry voice. "Who calls upon me?"
"Miko of the Hikawa Shrines, Hino Rei."
"For what purpose dost thou summon my attention?" The voice was still gruff, but it was no longer angry.
"I am in a strange, unfamiliar land. I seek to be allowed to perform the sacred rituals that call upon your favour, in order to bless this place and the people who live here."
"A mere miko dares to call upon Susanoo for such an important task?"
This was the moment that Rei had been worried about. If she said or did anything wrong, the consequences could be dire. "Just as you dared to take up arms against Yamata no Orochi in order to protect Kushinada-hime, I dare to seek your blessing for the people who live here."
"Ha-ha! You know me well, young miko. But, no, you are not simply a young miko, are you?"
She hoped that his switch from archaic speech to modern speech was a good sign. "You see clearly, kami-sama. I am also known to some as Sailor Mars."
"So this is where you ended up in this refuge," Susanoo-no-Mikoto mused. "I would have expected to find you in Tokyo, or at the least in San Francisco; my sister Amaterasu tells me that I will need to turn my attention there at some time before the next solstice. Very well, young miko who is the reincarnation of one of my favourites. By the sacred pact between the mortals and the kami, forged in water and wood and fire and earth and metal many millennia long past, you may call upon me for as long as this sacred fire burns."
"You do me great honour, Susanoo-sama," Rei replied. She most carefully did not smile in relief, even though the crisis point had been passed; doing so could be taken as an insult to the kami.
"However, you must not expect my constant attention. This place of refuge has been claimed by another, one of Three to whom even the mihashira no uzu no miko must bow."
Rei was amazed to learn that there were kami even more powerful than the Three Precious Children of the primordial creator god Izanagi... but she did not doubt the word of her patron kami. "May I ask who this kami is?"
"It is dangerous to seek such knowledge, young miko."
"You have taught us by your example to face danger with resolve."
"Ha-ha! Again, you speak truth! She has many names; the one she uses in this place and at this time is Skuld."
"A Norse kami has dominion over you?"
"The triune kami of destiny, sometimes called Norns or Fates, have dominion over all including reality itself. Or so I've been led to believe." Rei felt a sensation of Susanoo-no-Mikoto moving closer and leaning in to tell her a secret. "Me, I'm not so sure, because of the current situation, but Amaterasu and Tsukuyomi say that it's better to humour them just in case. And I always listen to my siblings."
"You do?" Rei was horrified by her own question as soon as it slipped out of her mouth.
"Yes, I do. I don't always obey them, but I do listen. And if you were not one of my favourites, you would be punished for doubting me. Do not do so again." The sensation of Susanoo's closeness faded away, and she could once again sense him only in the sacred fire. "I forbid you from attempting to contact her directly through mystic means. If she chooses to manifest in this world, you may speak with her as you would speak with another mortal or with a kami, but you must not seek her out. At this time, in this place, that privilege is reserved for your landlord unless he grants that privilege to another."
"I understand, and I thank you for your guidance." Rei could think of nothing else to say to such a pronouncement.
"Now, do not speak of this conversation to anyone other than another miko, a kannushi, or a kami. Especially do not inform your landlord that you have spoken with me directly, for he would inform Skuld and then we would both be in trouble. I have remained here for too long as it is; I must be about my business elsewhere. Go join your friends here and tell them that you have successfully lit the sacred fire."
"I will, and I thank you..." Rei's voice trailed off as she realized that Susanoo-no-Mikoto was no longer paying attention to her.
7:33 PM
"Hey, that's great!" Makoto's voice came from the speakers beside the television in the common room, and both she and Kazari were visible on the screen. It was the last evening that they expected to need to talk by video conference before Makoto returned from her time in the woods. "We're both just about back up to normal for us, aren't we?"
"I suppose we are," Rei replied, confident in the knowledge – that by divine edict she wasn't allowed to share – that at least in one small area she had already surpassed her abilities at home.
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