What I really hate is seasonal vampirism. I mean, yeah, you’re only a vampire some of the time, but it’s Christmas so there are crosses and Baby Jesi everywhere. You can barely leave the house without bumping into one and bursting into flames. Not that I leave the house much anyway, but ya know, it’s the principal of the thing. Not that I’ve got any principals.
I was going to say something surreal but BrokenEye, did you just say “Jesi”? I say that all the damn time. We should start a club. For some reason I think there should be a spin-off series of mountain time with a steampunk theme, that would be swagtastic. OR even spacepunk and have PKD off to the side breaking reality and stuff while there’s light-hearted surrealist escapism happening left/right/centre. There’s a triforce in metaphysics and it contains space, time and “the other thing”. What is the helpful symbol for this “other thing”? I’ll give you a hint, it comes in a spray can, reduces entropy (cooling) in substrate forms and ceases time-force represented as an ergic field! Its sad because I actually understand the last sentence. Based on the theroy that humans can not even comprehend TRUE chaos, could we comprehend something that comprehends true chaos? I don’t think so. But even then, I’m not allowed to be saying this as apparently this isn’t a sting.
That makes you… not the official new story teller?
Also, your ruining the whole thing where we (Mountain Timers, I guess) ignore each other inexplicably. I think it’s because the comic is too popular, and we like to pretend that it is back to it’s roots with less viewers, except the older comics seem to have more commentators and I don’t know where I’m going with this.
Now, to break (or at least alter) the meta-tension, I say something related to pop culture, to show that despite our differences, we’re all the same really: “Hey wait I don’t really know any popular anything”
the first fiction i planned that i think people have spent $millions to make a movie of something worse than featured a cyborg who occasionally called her genetically engineered coworker “brain-brain”, both respecting and lamenting her more human mindset.
the thing i actually wrote pretty far instead featured a character who had all his muscles replaced with the brains of the most military-trained people in the world, because someone stole all the eyes in the world and also killed the most military-trained people for good measure.
the webcomic i’d make if i could webcomic features a character who once imprinted the soul of her lover’s head on gold to stop the soul from catching brain-cancer from the body.
in the intended sequel to the game i’m actually making, the player character is a disembodied brain remote-controlling small mechs sequentially for an entitled alien, pretending to be brainwashed and then killing its lieutenants when you can get away with it.
i was listening to a lot of dramatic readings of deliberately bad fanfiction for maybe a year. it was a bad fanfiction of a bad fanfiction: Code Geass: Awesome of the Rebellion. basically insane action while i’m wrong about as many things as possible in ways that kinda make sense, and a lot of references. it was initially written with lots of deliberate spelling-errors, including in the notes. if i were to complete it, i’d have to go through and only keep the funny ones. i’ve never wanted to complete it at the same time as i’ve wanted to rewrite anything. maybe it’ll happen at some point.
here are way too many highlights:
the main character (the one with the brains, except becomes a girl named Kris @las after the surgery with no explanation) fights the main lackey in a volcano after one written fight and a lot i just said had happened. kris uses her military training to steal a third of the lackey’s atoms to make a clone of him. they fall into the volcano and end up on mars, get mechs with no explanation, then she crushes him with the volcano.
polytheism is a single religion. the guy who took the eyes (Neux Rosencratz) uses a “control gods geass” to control all the gods since kris is on mars. kris fights athena on a motorbike, at one point replacing a flat tire incorrectly in detail. she goes to olympus, which has a giant circular library where the books and shelves get larger the higher up you get so it looks like there’s no perspective. jumping between falling books, she kills all the polytheistic gods i could think about at the time (they get a few sentences each) except the roman goddess hestia, who she frees from the mind-control through the power of love.
kris then goes to fight neux, who destroys most of her brains before she’s saved by the gods and her remaining brains implanted into hestia.
neux then creates and uses a “molopony geass” to turn monopoly real. except i think monopoly is the anime “the money of soul and possibility-control”. it’s a thing where people turn their future potential into money and then fight with monsters made from potential-money. she(now kristia) manifests a samurai personification of justice, while he manifests something that is never described. kristia fires a missile at switzerland to scare them and stop him from accessing his money. he’s almost defeated when that debuff wears off and he starts a war in the middle east to make refugees sink switzerland with their weight.
there’s a high-school NZ dream, where every character goes to the same high school in new zealand and then it turns into clue when the mary sue from the original fic is killed under extremely embarrassing circumstances. this happens from the perspective of Erika farqwop, who is the daughter of nikola tesla – inventor of pigeons, magnets and some other stuff. she’s half-11 pigeons, half-magnets, half-serbian and negative-half other stuff.
muslam is a religion (i’m wrong about every major religion) that uses mecha to worship admiral ackbar, who makes them immune to traps if they don’t eat bacon.
terrorists worship the muslam devil terror, who pretends to be ackbar.
the illuminati are people who have adapted to eye-lessness by by adopting ant-behaviors like:
-navigating by smell
-using the stomachs of fat people that hang from the ceiling as food-storage
-establishing hierarchies by forcibly shaving each other
the illuminati and refugee islams turn switzerland into a mech, then the illuminati betray everyone.
Erika is one of the illuminati, because they kidnapped her at birth because she’s not in historical. she’s inspired by the dream and has her own stand-off with her superior. in illuminati martial arts, moving first will let the opponent know how you fight, so they just stand there while the rockings of mecha-switzerland roll tumbleweeds through the room before Erika manages to escape because kris attacks switzerland using the original mecha.
kris steals a time-gun from some random pirates. it is a sten-gun with a pyramid that says “T I M E” on the sides instead of a barrel. it can do every possible meaning of “shoot time”, like shoot holes through it or shoot it at people to send them into the future.
at some later point, neux erases kristia from existence. they meet their spirit-animals. kris’ collective spirit-animal is space, appearing in the avatar of a vespa 150 TAP. hestia’s spirit-animal is a bombardier-beetle riding said moped. they explain:
things that don’t exist were stored in area 52 (next door to area 51) by winston churchill so the aliens wouldn’t get them while they ruled us between the second world war (i think i’ve used that misconception in another comment) and independence day. the contents of the areas are ranked in order of how much america should have them, giving as examples all possible combinations of ice-cream and kittens. i made up area 52.
there is a conspiracy of beekeepers who are also tiger-keepers, who kill all the beekeepers with tigers so they can rule the world with bees.
i’m capitalizing erika, because it’s actually not capitalized in the fic. it’s a much prettier name uncapitalized, and the illuminati thought so too so she’s named erika.
What I really hate is seasonal vampirism. I mean, yeah, you’re only a vampire some of the time, but it’s Christmas so there are crosses and Baby Jesi everywhere. You can barely leave the house without bumping into one and bursting into flames. Not that I leave the house much anyway, but ya know, it’s the principal of the thing. Not that I’ve got any principals.
I was going to say something surreal but BrokenEye, did you just say “Jesi”? I say that all the damn time. We should start a club. For some reason I think there should be a spin-off series of mountain time with a steampunk theme, that would be swagtastic. OR even spacepunk and have PKD off to the side breaking reality and stuff while there’s light-hearted surrealist escapism happening left/right/centre. There’s a triforce in metaphysics and it contains space, time and “the other thing”. What is the helpful symbol for this “other thing”? I’ll give you a hint, it comes in a spray can, reduces entropy (cooling) in substrate forms and ceases time-force represented as an ergic field! Its sad because I actually understand the last sentence. Based on the theroy that humans can not even comprehend TRUE chaos, could we comprehend something that comprehends true chaos? I don’t think so. But even then, I’m not allowed to be saying this as apparently this isn’t a sting.
Oh, I just gave away the answer in my avatar, dang it.
I get the strong impression that my cat has been hanging out with a gang of raccoons lately and they’re a bad influence on him.
In subtle counterpoint to Fenner, “…”
Fenner: I prefer Jesu mostly because I speak Middle English (note: I SPEAK Middle English not write it).
Budapestile: YOU’RE the new official story teller, what does that make me then?
That makes you… not the official new story teller?
Also, your ruining the whole thing where we (Mountain Timers, I guess) ignore each other inexplicably. I think it’s because the comic is too popular, and we like to pretend that it is back to it’s roots with less viewers, except the older comics seem to have more commentators and I don’t know where I’m going with this.
Now, to break (or at least alter) the meta-tension, I say something related to pop culture, to show that despite our differences, we’re all the same really: “Hey wait I don’t really know any popular anything”
You could always go hebrew, i think the plural would be ‘Yeshuim”
BrokenEye: Why are you leaving your house at Christmastime? That’s as masochistic as going to the zoo on Get In Free Day.
Fenner: There’s no way around giving it away. It is, after all, Ubikuitous.
Cold: Raccoons aren’t such a bad influence. Even if they make your cat eat trash, that’s good for the environment, so hey.
Budapestile: Profound.
KCC: Why speak Middle English when you could speak Karsniojgroin? Seize your opportunities.
the first fiction i planned that i think people have spent $millions to make a movie of something worse than featured a cyborg who occasionally called her genetically engineered coworker “brain-brain”, both respecting and lamenting her more human mindset.
the thing i actually wrote pretty far instead featured a character who had all his muscles replaced with the brains of the most military-trained people in the world, because someone stole all the eyes in the world and also killed the most military-trained people for good measure.
the webcomic i’d make if i could webcomic features a character who once imprinted the soul of her lover’s head on gold to stop the soul from catching brain-cancer from the body.
in the intended sequel to the game i’m actually making, the player character is a disembodied brain remote-controlling small mechs sequentially for an entitled alien, pretending to be brainwashed and then killing its lieutenants when you can get away with it.
I want to see the thing you actually wrote pretty far instead.
i was listening to a lot of dramatic readings of deliberately bad fanfiction for maybe a year. it was a bad fanfiction of a bad fanfiction: Code Geass: Awesome of the Rebellion. basically insane action while i’m wrong about as many things as possible in ways that kinda make sense, and a lot of references. it was initially written with lots of deliberate spelling-errors, including in the notes. if i were to complete it, i’d have to go through and only keep the funny ones. i’ve never wanted to complete it at the same time as i’ve wanted to rewrite anything. maybe it’ll happen at some point.
here are way too many highlights:
the main character (the one with the brains, except becomes a girl named Kris @las after the surgery with no explanation) fights the main lackey in a volcano after one written fight and a lot i just said had happened. kris uses her military training to steal a third of the lackey’s atoms to make a clone of him. they fall into the volcano and end up on mars, get mechs with no explanation, then she crushes him with the volcano.
polytheism is a single religion. the guy who took the eyes (Neux Rosencratz) uses a “control gods geass” to control all the gods since kris is on mars. kris fights athena on a motorbike, at one point replacing a flat tire incorrectly in detail. she goes to olympus, which has a giant circular library where the books and shelves get larger the higher up you get so it looks like there’s no perspective. jumping between falling books, she kills all the polytheistic gods i could think about at the time (they get a few sentences each) except the roman goddess hestia, who she frees from the mind-control through the power of love.
kris then goes to fight neux, who destroys most of her brains before she’s saved by the gods and her remaining brains implanted into hestia.
neux then creates and uses a “molopony geass” to turn monopoly real. except i think monopoly is the anime “the money of soul and possibility-control”. it’s a thing where people turn their future potential into money and then fight with monsters made from potential-money. she(now kristia) manifests a samurai personification of justice, while he manifests something that is never described. kristia fires a missile at switzerland to scare them and stop him from accessing his money. he’s almost defeated when that debuff wears off and he starts a war in the middle east to make refugees sink switzerland with their weight.
there’s a high-school NZ dream, where every character goes to the same high school in new zealand and then it turns into clue when the mary sue from the original fic is killed under extremely embarrassing circumstances. this happens from the perspective of Erika farqwop, who is the daughter of nikola tesla – inventor of pigeons, magnets and some other stuff. she’s half-11 pigeons, half-magnets, half-serbian and negative-half other stuff.
muslam is a religion (i’m wrong about every major religion) that uses mecha to worship admiral ackbar, who makes them immune to traps if they don’t eat bacon.
terrorists worship the muslam devil terror, who pretends to be ackbar.
the illuminati are people who have adapted to eye-lessness by by adopting ant-behaviors like:
-navigating by smell
-using the stomachs of fat people that hang from the ceiling as food-storage
-establishing hierarchies by forcibly shaving each other
the illuminati and refugee islams turn switzerland into a mech, then the illuminati betray everyone.
Erika is one of the illuminati, because they kidnapped her at birth because she’s not in historical. she’s inspired by the dream and has her own stand-off with her superior. in illuminati martial arts, moving first will let the opponent know how you fight, so they just stand there while the rockings of mecha-switzerland roll tumbleweeds through the room before Erika manages to escape because kris attacks switzerland using the original mecha.
kris steals a time-gun from some random pirates. it is a sten-gun with a pyramid that says “T I M E” on the sides instead of a barrel. it can do every possible meaning of “shoot time”, like shoot holes through it or shoot it at people to send them into the future.
at some later point, neux erases kristia from existence. they meet their spirit-animals. kris’ collective spirit-animal is space, appearing in the avatar of a vespa 150 TAP. hestia’s spirit-animal is a bombardier-beetle riding said moped. they explain:
things that don’t exist were stored in area 52 (next door to area 51) by winston churchill so the aliens wouldn’t get them while they ruled us between the second world war (i think i’ve used that misconception in another comment) and independence day. the contents of the areas are ranked in order of how much america should have them, giving as examples all possible combinations of ice-cream and kittens. i made up area 52.
there is a conspiracy of beekeepers who are also tiger-keepers, who kill all the beekeepers with tigers so they can rule the world with bees.
i’m capitalizing erika, because it’s actually not capitalized in the fic. it’s a much prettier name uncapitalized, and the illuminati thought so too so she’s named erika.
The flat tire and illuminati martial arts scenes sound riveting, as does erika’s genetic makeup.