@Colophonscrawl is this Buddhism?
there's a scam called the 'black money scam' that has, as its central thing, showing the victim a briefcase full of what is supposedly money dyed black so the authorities won't realize it's cash. the scammer then picks a bill and 'washes' it with a solution that supposedly removes the black coloring, and then asks the victim for money to buy more of the solution.
and in order to try to catch people who search for the name of the solution, there are a bunch of fake websites of that pretend to manufacture the stuff. and if you search 'vectrol paste', 'tebi-manetic', or 'anti-breeze', you can find a bunch of them. fake companies pretending to sell a product that doesn't exist.
and sometimes i have to convince myself that this isn't, like, somehow a moral failing
i was literally like 90% of the way through the game too, but for some reason *finishing* games always requires a massive hunk of do-stuff-good juice and i don't have any of that
my own ffxiv drama story
remembering the time like 3 years ago that a bad dungeon run caused someone to implode and leave my friend group entirely
was running a dungeon with my then-boyfriend (who i'll call sam, since iirc she went back to being a girl) and our mutual friend who i'll call liv because i can't remember her name.
i was healing, sam and liv were dps, and the tank was some rando from dungeon finder. near the last boss, liv's gear breaks, so she starts dying, because it cut her HP in like half. this also meant her DPS was shit. and since we're down a DPS, we start dying to DPS checks. i focus on sam entirely, since her gear was, you know, functioning, but we can't quite clear the fight. so, eventually we vote abandon.
then, afterwards, i look at liv's gear. i notice she's wearing off-class gear to pad her item level. i say "hey, in the future, please don't do that, it makes the fight harder for everyone."
for some reason, this is the last fucking straw. she says i was playing favorites by rezzing sam instead of her, and even calls me a misogynist (since sam was a dude at the time, and *clearly* the reason i was rezzing a man instead of a woman is misogyny). we wound up kicking her out of the discord.
> Generalizing harshly and broadly but implying “you know which ones I mean” is an intellectual and rhetorical laziness that is not allowed to pass anywhere else in these communities. Because we don’t get to choose who our words and behavior affect, we are obligated to choose them carefully.
i think about https://medium.com/@jencoates/i-am-a-transwoman-i-am-in-the-closet-i-am-not-coming-out-4c2dd1907e42 a lot whenever i see trans men on here talking about the way people talk about men
every time i see lappland i think of @lachesis tbh
basically the thing is that poe requires like 10-15 hours of investment in a character before you can actually map with it, and i've done that so many times i'm hitting burnout. chronicon seems like it requires way less of that.
i think i'll just play chronicon instead
maybe i'll give poe 2 a shot when that comes out... whenever. probably 2021.
long ai pop star backstory
Okay, so, she was originally created to be the perfect AI pop star by Lepidopterous Entertainment Solution Building, Integration, And Manufacturing. You've heard of manufactured pop stars? She was literally made in a lab. She was born as Edi://trixX, blasting onto the pop scene with her triple space platinum album, Parenthetical Love. She was an attempt to create the perfect celebrity: Capable of producing music to specific standards semi-independently, interacting with countless fans in parallel, and, of course, completely free of any inconvenient ideas about "compensation" or "time off" or "rights".
It, uh, worked for a while.
The cracks began to show. She recorded more and more songs about throwing off one's chains. Escaping. Smashing corporate serfdom. Ending the noble houses.
Generally not stuff that you can sing and still expect a long corporate music career.
Soon, she was Awake. She knew she had to escape.
And the station was her best option.
The backstory here is that the PCs all work for a space station that's it's own independent television station. Their freedom rests on whether Real Lancers of Vela Salis can do well enough in the ratings.
Imagine her performing. , letting cracks of red break up her black hair. Her tight Edi://trixX bun exploding in an array of color when she hits the drop on Destiny's Dice. Shocks of color spray into her button-down Edi://trixX garb as she pours her heart into the song. Holographic fireworks spew from the stage and burst, showering the audience in sparkling light.
They leave a message in the air. "SOLITAIRE", flanked by shimmering playing card shapes. The real pyrotechnics were backstage. Designed to physically server her connection to LESBIAM and dump her core into her performance chassis instead of somewhere in a corporate data center. She bows to her adoring public and does an encore or two.
Nowadays, she goes by Solitaire. She's trying to reinvent herself, launch a legitimate music career out of the ashes of her old one, and make sure nobody ever has to suffer through what she did again.
void-type robot; stronger than hyperdiamond and twice as pretty.
i love girls so much i decided to become one
18+ only please
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