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Maori and their Connection to the Cosmos explored

2020.09.09 05:54 mrljacobs Maori and their Connection to the Cosmos explored

Hello New Zealand
 
We really are living in interesting/crazy times. As a planet millions of years old, it’s amazing the rate of progress we’ve had in the last 1000 years, let alone 200 years. If you were to put humans progress on a graph, tied to our understanding and subsequent invention of new and more efficient processes technology, you’d see that it would go from a line running near the bottom for thousands of years, then see it spike during the last 1000.
 
Why is this important? Because the faster we have been making progress, the faster we’ve been depleting this planet of extremely important resources.
 
A planet millions of years old and what do we do when we discover all this oil? We waste it. We invent gasoline cars. Lot’s of good came from that of course, but we’ve been wasting our best fuel source that really needs to be dedicated to things far bigger than cars.
 
Which is why Elon and Peter and the other rocket men are such visionarys. But we all know that. They have the weight of the world on their shoulders and they need our help, not as a nation but as a planet.
 
Where am I going with this? What can NZ do that we haven’t been doing already? We can get our best and brightest up to Rocket Lab and get some new ideas, we can make our politicians aware of how critical this situation is (if they haven’t been made aware already), but my feeling is that there is a case for needing to look back to our past in order to move forwards, a perspective shift, albeit if only to look at available information differently.
 
What I propose next may be a little left field for some – most of us are brought up with certain beliefs and values that sometimes can limit perspective on ideas and topics, without ourselves even realising. (Western Thinking)
 
I ask that for the next 10 minutes (or longer, your choice) you remove those barriers from your head. That’s all I ask. Read, think and ponder. Open your mind.
 
Now, what all this preamble has been leading to...
 
As we are aware, it is Maori Language Week coming up. This is the perfect time, especially during a pandemic where we all come together, to share oral stories that survived through generations.
 
After watching Jacinda visit our humble friend, I would like to have focus put towards the Maori Koru. That spiral was so striking on his carving, and having just watched the NASA videos, I hope it’s not just me who see’s a possible connection.
 
I understand the Wikipedia definition as follows: The koru (Māori for '"loop or coil"'[1]) is a spiral shape based on[citation needed] the appearance of a new unfurling silver fern frond. It is an integral symbol in Māori art, carving and tattooing, where it symbolises new life, growth, strength and peace.[2] Its shape "conveys the idea of perpetual movement," while the inner coil "suggests returning to the point of origin".[2]
 
Now that’s a pretty heavy definition if you ask me.
 
Where does this fit in with the current situation?
 
I ask that you watch this official NASA footage from the 90s, of an experiment they ran in space. What’s amazing is that when the experiment fails (the tether snaps, releasing electrical energy into space), a bunch of craft show up. Call them what you will, this is official NASA footage and I think we’re mature enough to move forwards and look at the significance of what you’re about to see.
https://youtu.be/ujcSwuRBXRc?t=221
 
So you can see blobs moving around. Big deal. Actually it is. That tether is 12 miles long (Wiki: STS-75 mission scientists hoped to deploy the tether to a distance of 20.7 kilometers (12.9 mi). Over 19 kilometers of the tether were deployed (over a period of 5 hours) before the tether broke.)
 
The significance of this is that any blob that you see go behind the tether, as the camera is 12 miles back, is massive. Miles wide. The small ones the size of football fields. There’s no way that they are debris from the breakage.
 
And now the connection I’m making towards the Maori culture. You’ll notice the blobs (the bigger ones are easier to see this) are pulsing. If you play in slow motion or freeze frame, you’ll notice the spiral. The video is timestamped at a moment when you can see the spirals really well. This has something to do with how those craft are powered, and understanding that I believe would improve our knowledge immensely. Or I could be barking up the wrong tree. My attitude is question and encompass everything, hence this post.
 
But spirals are everywhere in life, why the significance towards Maori Culture? Well, being one of the last cultures to be left in peace until the Europeans arrived, there may be stories that have not been lost yet to the Western way of life that was introduced.
 
Maori have a special connection to the Cosmos, and without at least talking about the topic, how would we know if we’re missing something so obvious yet never looked at from a different perspective?
 
It sounds like a bit of a crazy connection to make, but we are living in crazy times, and seeing the dedication of those in positions to make change in this world, I feel I need to do my bit to bring this to attention of Kiwis – Elons attitude is to never say never and not to rule anything out – that’s a reason he’s made so much progress and I hope we can bring that attitude towards interpretation of some of the history and stories that exist but may not be known to those that could use the info for betterment of mankind.
 
I would like to finish this with what I see as an important video. It’s timestamped to Elon being asked why he would never use a certain design... his answer is inspiring. (the whole interview is amazing, especially his thoughts on processes and continuous improvement, watch it you have time)
https://youtu.be/cIQ36Kt7UVg?t=584
Please read this post with an open mind.
Thanks
(flaired as discussion as that's what I'd love to have but could be longform or opinion. My intentions behind this post are serious so please don't relegate to shitpost)
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2020.07.06 14:51 Poetic-Gamer Ace Attorney Dissertation Update!

Last month I posted the outline of my dissertation in this sub. Today, I'm posting about my dissertation was has been classified as a 1st degree worthy essay (82 for those curious) with my head held high and expecting a free dinner with my boyfriend.
First off, I want to thank you everyone for showing so much support and enthusiasm to read my dissertation. I honestly thought no one would be interested in it but I am sincerely glad that I was proved wrong. Whilst being able to write about Ace Attorney, reduced the monotony of process, until unfortunately the stress and anxiety of writing 12,000 words got to me multiple times and many time I considered giving up or half-assing it to get a passing grade since only a few toffs in suits would read it and then never give it a second thought. However, your comments really touched me, almost brought me to tears. I am thankful that my hard work will not go to waste and will be immortalised for everyone to enjoy. Academically, I doubt this dissertation will get any attention. I don’t plan on posting it to any official journal due to all the copyrighted material, but this started as a passion project and I’m okay if it stays that way.
I am posting my dissertation on to a blog I made: baaceattorney.blogspot.com, and will be posting the dissertation throughout the day.
So, here’s a formal introduction. My name is Mary if you have any questions. Anyways, this post is meant to act as supplementary material and summaries for chapters for those who don’t/can’t/want to read all 12,000 words. Also, some definitions for non-sociologists in the sub. I don’t think I’m ever going to talk about a game in this much detail ever again (since I’m not comfortable making 1hr long video essays on YouTube e.g. ‘[insert franchise] is GARBAGE’ - 02:30:14). However, as a pseudo-academic who won’t do a masters until its £9 per year instead of £9000, I guess this is my only opportunity to do this and it’s only worth it to share my thoughts with all of you who care about games and don’t just write nonsense of academic clout.
Again, as previously stated in my original post, when I critique the games I hope it came across that I was accusing Takumi, Capcom, or the localisers of being sexist/racist etc. I believe my critiques of the representation of certain characters were fair and while some characters can be seen as offensive stereotypes now (coughJeanArmstorngcough), I do acknowledge that this was mainly the fault of poor knowledge and awareness that these characters COULD cause offence in the 2000s and now in the 2010s/2020s and Capcom have acknowledged this.
But enough pleasantries, let’s get to the notes:
Introduction
Standard stuff. I do my best to introduce AA and why visual novels grew in popularity. Usually, visual novels have limited animation yet Ace Attorney (however much we mock the 2 frame animations) have loads compared other visual novels, and it’s clear that PW:AA had lots of ambition behind it even on the GBA, RftA in the DS version and Apollo Justice, they upped their animation budget and were really proud of it (so much so that they have flashbacks to them every 10 mins). Most games like Ace Attorney want to be movies or anime so badly, and in AA’s case, it eventually did crossover to those mediums showing they were destined be.
Yet, with realism comes realistic characters, which leads to characters looking and acting like real people we see on the street, or in Ace Attorney’s case, in a soap opera. However, when you make characters realistic, writers are victim to potentially portraying a character stereotypically or borderline offensively and then create controversy such as [insert whatever feminist or violence-based controversy you were probably thinking about]. Video games, now becoming more realistic and story-driven like literature or film is now exempt from the ‘it’s just lowbrow entertainment for babies’ excuse. We all play games whether casually or hardcore, engaging in fandoms (like this one) and, subconsciously or not, it does affect us. We internalise and interpret characters differently the same way we do offline with strangers and gaming is a part of that process now if done regularly. I didn’t say it in the dissertation, but I’d argue Video Games have replaced TV in terms of major influences in my life and for others too. For instance, I wouldn’t be writing this if Ace Attorney did not impact me in some way to think critically about its content and rethink my opinions after finishing my dissertation. Takumi is not a sociologist, but he definitely writes like one.
Chapter 1
I’m not a law student, so I couldn’t comment on the judicial specifics of the AA universe, but its implications I could. I do not know Takumi personally so I cannot psychoanalyse his life and ideologies, but his experiences from his class trial and first-hand exposure to court proceeding are transparent in AA when thinking from sociological perspective. Takumi’s writing really makes you empathise with Phoenix and the juridical system even if you know nothing about law or have a distrust for lawyers and/or the system, especially in Japan where even the best lawyers can show their wins on one hand. I interpreted traces of Althusserian and Weberian ideas (see Louis Althusser and Max Weber, prominent Marxist theorists) about class and institutional biases. Making Phoenix, a Japanese/Japanifornian lawyer the main protagonist is significant. In Japan and in AA, defence lawyers, whilst educated, have lower salaries compared to prosecutors, are less respected and are initially distrusted by police and witnesses. However, Takumi creates a fantasy within the real world, a fantasy where lawyers can win, and innocents avoid conviction. Thus, Phoenix becomes a likable character who wants to reform the system (which he does in AA:AJ) not dismantle it. Outside of law, Phoenix himself is relatable, whether players identity with or as him. I mean considering this sub isn’t about extensively discussing the ethics and laws of the AA world. AA’s main draw is the characters and fan’s investments in the characters as people and their lives. Seriously, go on the subreddit and I guarantee the most popular post will be of Maya looking cute or someone suggest a plot for AA7. Even though I just wrote 50 pages on it, the political/social commentary of AA is irrelevant for the most part. If Takumi genuinely wanted to make a radical commentary on the Japanese judicial system, he should either sold the script to a TV studio or wrote to his local councillor. However, the subtext is present, and it builds the foundation for the series’ characters and motivations.
Chapter 2
Okay. This is the big one. I initially wrote this chapter last before the conclusion, but I realised that the localisation prefaces most of not all the racial/gendereligious interpretations I make in this dissertation, so it was moved up. Sooo… many people like myself in gaming/anime fandoms detest localisations and sometimes for good reasons. Some localisations like the 4kids Pokemon dub with its jelly doughnuts debacle really grind my gears. Do they think we’re blind, stupid, and/or racist/xenophobic? I’ve been playing Yo-Kai Watch recently and they also changed the location from Japan to America and while it is less egregious than Pokémon’s anime localisation, it just baffles me more than anything why they still do this archaic practice like… people know about other places besides America right? It is really necessary to localise a character’s race as if Japanese-American people don’t exist. I know that White Americans probably make up most consumer demographics just by probability and numbers but… do companies really think it’s impossible to identify with a character that’s not the same race as you (the answer the yes, as a black person I do it all the time).
However, my research did widen my perspective a bit. Before the Japan explosion of anime/manga in the 80s and 90, it was difficult for foreign media to break into American culture and therefore, the mainstream. Iwabuchi’s research shows how Japanese products like Walkman’s were made in Japan and popular in the West but consumers could not tell they were distinctly Japanese. He uses the word ‘odour’ to describe the symbolic smell products give off. For example, every drinks Coca-Cola and knows the brand’s American, whereas Mario is Japanese made yet revered as an American/global icon (whilst looking Mexican). Therefore, companies were willing to compromise and allowed American distributers to make edits/cuts to make global expansion viable and not allow consumers to discriminate against their media based on foreign ‘odour’ since well… Japan wasn’t perceived as a favourable nation post-WWII aside from exporting good electronics. Stuff like editing out guns and alcohol is ridiculous to us but do keep in mind that if you want to market to children in certain countries, the tolerance of this stuff varies. I know this is a touchy subject, but if you making a show marketed for a global audience but maintain the cultural standards of the source country, you risk alienating or worse, offending the audience. This can range from cutting episodes due to toilet humousex jokes (e.g. Yo-kai Watch or adult/teen anime marketed towards young children) or more political things e.g. conservative countries censoring LGBT themes in Steven Universe. Whether it’s morally right or wrong to censor these things is up for debate and varies from nation to nation, but the bottom line is if the causal audience can’t connect with it culturally then hype/monetary gain is lost and becomes a niche product, which is not bad. I consider AA to be a niche franchise with mainstream appeal however lots of media will slip through the cracks if it doesn’t conform to audience expectations and trends. This trend isn’t restricted to globalised media from East to West, this happens to products exported from West to East and also local/national media. It’s a shame if a product isn’t a (inter)national phenomenon, then it’s considered a failure.
Ironic considering Japan’s version of the ESRB/PEGI is harsher than ours. It saddens me to think of all the Japanese games/anime etc we would not be exposed to if creators didn’t allow their works to be ‘censored’. Honestly, localisation is unfortunately necessary ‘evil’ and a damned if you do, damned if you don’t. Either you run the risk of alienating foreign audiences and devolving into a Japanese culture class or ruining the cultural integrity of the work and coming off as racist/imperialistic. AA’s localisation is inventive and clever given the constraints to appeal to Western audiences without alienating causal who aren’t exposed to Japanese culture/iconography compared to people within Western gaming/anime/otaku subcultures who can identify the iconography, even if they are ambivalent to Japan itself. Although the ‘Japanese-immigrant village in L.A.’ line is hilarious and similar attempts to act like LA isn’t secretly a Japanese city is silly, I appreciate the effort they went to keep all the Japanese iconography whilst making something original.
Also, Asian representation in Western media is pathetic outside the exposure of K-pop, anime, and (Japanese) video games. AA’s Japanifornia mixes the homogeneity of Japan and the diversity of America to allow players to interpret any racial/ethnicity the characters have. AA’s art style makes the character’s racially ambiguous so if you can headcannon anyone to be any race. Personally, before DGS, I just assumed Phoenix was white. Again, like I mention in the essay, different cultures have their own way of interpreting race and labelling people. I’ll admit that when I see paler characters who do not have realistic designs, I just assume they’re Caucasian (unless stated otherwise) and move on. This more of a personal issue for me since as a Black British person since outside of African-American live-action TV and movies, there is a lack of non-white/pale representation in anime and other media, although I do acknowledge that Japan has a significantly less of an African population compared to other Western countries, so as a black otaku I am aware that this is not due to any ignorance or malice on their part since Japan is very homogenous. The only ‘black’ people who I could even argue for in AA would be Nicole and Rooke from AAI2. However, that’s for another dissertation entirely. The point is that any character in AA, unless coded or presented otherwise (e.g. the Feys, Godot, Juan Corrida, Nicole, Rooke and Lotta), most characters are up for debate on their heritage, so the race of the characters don’t matter unless the player notices and cares. I do not think that all white, western players assume most pale anime characters are white and I hope that is not the message I portrayed. However, on the internet and my cited research found that this is a common opinion, even among non-White/Asian fans too.
Also, I never got to mention DGS since I only saw a playthrough of it during the cutting stages of my essay, but it is interesting how DGS does not use mukokuseki (racially ambiguous) design so it obvious to differentiate the British characters from the Russians and Japanese since the DGS actively revolves around globe-trotting and cultural differences/learning. While, SoJ does use mukokuseki designs but has more darker-skinned characters to display the difference between South Asia and Japan (Southeast Asia). Furthermore, I do not think Khura’inese names are racist or anything if anything they just piss me off since some of the puns are so blatant and lazy. I understand the localisers must make puns that English-speaking audiences would get and not everyone could infer puns from actual South Asian names/culture but still it’s just annoying.
TL;TR: I don’t think AA’s localization is racist, most characters are not racist caricatures and they can be any race you want with enough imagination. Whether you think Phoenix is Japanese or not, it doesn’t matter. AA can be diverse or homogeneous as you want. The series would probably less popular if they didn’t anglicize most the names.
Chapter 3
Great on to another can of worms. I hope I don’t upset the GamersTM. For a law-simulation AA takes a lot of liberties and gender representation is one of them. Women are underrepresented as lawyers, police officers and criminals. Really think about, for every male lawyecop/prosecutowitness/defendant, there’s at least one female counterpart and while that doesn’t sound impressive, compared to other media, AA has a decent gender ratio, so much so that I didn’t notice until I went the AAWiki character section and counted the numbers myself. With 509 characters (counting exclusive manga/theatre characters, the gender ratio is about 70:30 which most games can’t compare. But the numbers aren’t important. Are the characters portrayed equally and avoid sexist tropes? And the answer is… sometimes.
The fact that Mia is a mentor to Phoenix and a significant influence in his lawyer career is subversive since many women aren’t in those roles irl. Dahlia, the cute, dainty girl as a mass murderer. Ema, a geeky girl who wants to study STEM. Athena, being a playable character (that isn’t dead). Although I still have an inkling Athena was created was to say they had more than one female defence attorney (that wasn’t evil) and by 2013 it was like ‘oh crap still we don’t have a playable female lawyer that ain’t dead and we don’t sexualize every 10 minutes’. Granted, other crime shows have female characters in high-profile careers so it’s not special in that respect, but in video games where most women (and men) are royalty or martial artists, it’s a nice grounded difference. Having a multi-gender usually prevents really pervasive stereotypes since if there is more than one of [insert demographic] than it reduces the chance of horrible stereotypes rearing its head, because you can focus on character and not quotas. In AA, some men are tough and aggressive whilst some are effeminate and meek with characters like Phoenix acting as the middleman on the masculinity scale. He’s assertive and sometimes an asshole, but we see him get emotional, get angry and sad (see the beginning of Chapter 5 of Layton vs AA), without even seeing his face sometimes. Being emotional, intelligent, strong, or sexy is not exclusive to any gender in AA, and many characters overlap when describing them based on traditionally feminine and masculine traits. Hell, I think Edgeworth and Franziska are polar opposites on the masculine and femininity spectrum. Idk what the gender divide for the AA fandom is, but I’ll make an educated guess that there’s a 50/50 split, with a slight unbalance depending on the social media platform (I assume more men use Reddit but all the female Redditors may reveal themselves in the comments if I am wrong).
Nevertheless, gender stereotypes and sex jokes do persist in the series, ESPECIALLY in the OG trilogy. Almost as Hsu pointed out in her blog, this is usually due to archaic Japanese norms towards gender and leniency for sex-based humour. Jean Armstrong’s character speaks for itself and Mia’s tits can be considered their own characters considering how often we see them, but elements like Dr Hotti’s EXTRA creepiness was localised out in Western release which I am personally thankful for. Again, I know localisation is controversial, but at the same time, NOT localising taboo dialogue like Hotti’s also runs the risk of controversy as well. While I doubt many soccer mums play AA, I would rather censorship than news outlets finding another way to scapegoat video games. AA is a comedic series and most of the sex jokes are funny such as the 50 shades of Gray, BDSM and milkshakes references in DD and TT respectively. It’s just that to a Western audience where feminist influence is greater here and in Japan, things can be interpreted as sexist (which Takumi jokes about ironically (p.26)) and so a message can be misconstrued from a joke to anti-feminist propaganda depending on the player, but that’s an extreme example.
In terms of family, it’s cool how adoptive parents take centre stage in AA since crime can cause family breakdown and kids in those situations end up in foster care/adoption or stay with other relatives (Kay mentions she stayed with her aunt after her father died). Adoption in AA mostly symbolizes change. Changing parents and relationships is denoted by their animations and design. The most obvious example is Trucy. When we meet her, she wears a pink magician outfit, matching Zak’s but when Phoenix adopts her, she changes to a blue outfit to complement Phoenix. Similarly, Edgeworth gets his motif from Von Karma and Turnabout Memories shows that he copied Von Karma’s animations reflecting Von Karma’s strong influence on him over Gregory, his biological father.
For biological family, however, it’s much more complex. Biological family members fall into 3 categories: they are present but terrible, nice but dead, or not mentioned. Fathers, brothers, sisters, and mothers are equally dickish so there’s no gender gap here. The Fey’s and Khura’in’s bloodlines and powers are matrilineal is interesting, but the implication that many men abandon their wives and kids or use them for power over it is sad. For the Fey’s I imagine the secluded nature of Kurain Village doesn’t help matters and SoJ mentions many women leave too, but I don’t know, it kind of rubbed me the wrong way since, to me, it implied that a society centred on women was more or less oppressive than whatever society everyone else lives in (I would’ve said patriarchal, but that would upset the gamersTM) but either way I understand that the isolation and uneven power structure would force men out figuratively and physically, which again is sad. However, one thing I did notice was that there are significantly less brothers than there are sisters. seriously, the only male relationships that aren’t friendships or fatheson (in the main series) are KlavieKristop, Acro/Bat and Nuyhuta/Apollo. That’s it. I came to the conclusion that since Turnabout Sisters is such as big motif musically and narratively, women generally have sisters to rely on while men have friendships but still I honestly don’t know why this the case otherwise.
Also, no one… uh fornicates in AA. I mean, people have kids but no one we play as secondary characters do. Character express desire, lust, and make innuendos… but no one pairs up. Other than Godot and Mia, I don’t think there’s any canon pairings at all. Yes, characters have gotten married but usually one or both are dead, and do not remarry (except Thalassa). Maya and Phoenix are just friends. Phoenix has feelings for Iris but never formally dated after 3-5. Edgeworth and Phoenix have all the homoerotic tension of a BL doujin but that never goes anywhere. The fans do the pairing for Capcom so what’s the point. It’s funny how in AA all the characters have decent relationships one another that almost all romantic relationships are viable. AA7 could have Phoenix settle down with Maya or Edgeworth and I’d be fine with either pairing. It’s kind of nice that most heterosexual relationships in AA aren’t explicitly romantic and most homosexual pairings are viable whilst still showing sisterly/brotherly/bromance bonds. Any other writer would have had Phoenix confess his love for Maya the second she became legal in JFA, but no Takumi makes everyone social distance inside and outside of the court lol.
TL;TR: AA’s gender representation is better than most games. Men and women are equal, but Capcom is still contractually obligated to at least one tit joke per game (although post-AJ it’s with Athena’s lack thereof). Friendship triumphs over everything even over romance. Most parents are murderers, victims of murder or just horrible people overall. Phoenix may be bisexual who knows. Idc, Capcom please release an official AA dating sim (its only sexist if male opinions aren’t available)
Chapter 4
Religion and science are two majors, contrasting elements in AA. Both utilized for practical purposes by Phoenix. Forensics serves as a method of validating the defence or prosecution’s claims. It can’t be disputed, manipulated yes, but rarely faulty when under perfect conditions. Religion or the spiritual is ironically similar. Spirit channelling as an act and ritual is real. As shown in 2-1, the act can be manipulated. Spiritual power is biologically innate in Fey women and the Khura’inese royal family. The act requires physical and mental training like studying forensics and conducting fieldwork. Both forensics and Khura’inism are validated by their oral and written proof of their existence, and their shortcomings and advantages are explored in various cases. Both have strict rules and guidelines for users to follow or else the technique doesn’t work.
Honestly, the fact the religion/mythology is so openly validated in AA is weird but after some research its not hard to see why. Apparently in Japan, society is secular, but spirituality is still high. Old temples and shrines are still present and festivals which celebrate Japan’s religious past still occur but are mainly ceremonial and done for tradition (but obviously there are still devotees to religions in Japan). People who play Final Fantasy and other Japanese games will find that religious themes and designs are based on Gods in Buddhism and Shinto and other non-Asian-based religions (which have been subject to controversy for obvious reasons). Okami and Yo-Kai Watch are just some games are just devoted to the fictionalisation/validation of Japanese mythology in the context of their respective games. Are Yokai real? I don’t know but according to the games, people have been able to communicate with them for centuries (and some exist in America apparently). By all metrics in AA, Khura’inism is the ‘one true religion’ or at least the only religion with proof of its founders’ existence and hereditary powers. I was actually disappointed Amara or Gar’an didn’t channel the founder at the end. Would have shut all the sceptics up, because I was really annoying how all the American/Japanese characters kept calling Khura’inism stupid yet they’ve all witness proof of its authenticity (Phoenix especially considering he’s seen Mia DEAD more than Misty saw her alive).
TL;TR: Science or religion are equally beneficial to Phoenix. No one method is the best way to solve a crime, so AA teaches players to use anything at your disposal. Mia was already hot but the second she was channelled in Maya/Pearl’s clothing, she had rule 34 written on her tits. Maya’s so cute to a point where she can still be lewded regardless of whether she’s dressed as a nun or not. Amara probably stopped WWIII from happening. If you don’t believe in the Holy Mother you’re an infidel.
Chapter 5
This series is so intriguing. For a visual novel where you can only see one character at time over a background, this series captures so much heart and emotion. Even if you don’t know anything about law you’re able to empathize with the victims and grow to hate the villains yet understand their reasoning for their actions (except 2-3). I don’t plan on going to law school because of AA, but some of you on Reddit said it gave you a spark of interest to study criminology and forensics and go law school. It’s amazing that one game could inspire so many great sequels and spin-offs as well as player’s imaginations. The fan-art, cosplay, Let’s Plays, all to express passion and talent for one series. AA is one of the few series which classify as popular by numbers and in gaming pop culture, AA’s depth and length as a visual novel makes it so only the memes and OBJECTION! are well known as outside the periphery of this fandom. This makes the fandom culture online/offline 100% less toxic compared others and fortunately the enthusiasm of the community is not diminished by lack of recognition. Fan-made localizations (Shout out to Scarlet Study) and translations done by the community are amazing. Quite frankly, AAI2’s fan localization is the most impressive ‘fan work’ of I’ve seen done by an indie team. Keeping the localised puns and added voices clips really set it to a high standard. It’s amazing to see fans so dedicated and productive.
Doing this dissertation and observing the fandom from afar was a great experience. I only wished I’d told the sub about my work earlier so I could get direct quotations from all of you about the topics I’ve discussed, but unfortunately I was (and still am) quite shy and anxious about sharing my work with others, especially online given how SOME gamers can be about any critical analysis of video games, positive or negative. Lots of academic works analysing video games focus on the violent, misogynistic/GamerGate nonsense, and the toxic culture associated with gaming spaces and while some studies and analyses are truthful, it not reflective of every series or fandom. I tried my best to do something different beyond this paradigm that games are just toys that cause people to kill or hate women. AA the series and the fandom really tested my critical thinking and opinions of video games as I wrote this. Gaming means a lot to me and to a lot of you I’m sure it’s gotten you through tough times, frustrated you or encouraged you to do something new, whether it be law or post your fanart to this sub.
In sociology, identity is a personal yet collective concept. We all have one but sometimes have different ones we present to others. AA’s characterizations reflect this. AA’s characters may not be real, but their real-world influences and parallels can be ignored or understated. I don’t know how much individual characters made you reflect on your race, gender and religion in a positive/negative/neutral way but personal for me, it reaffirmed and challenged most of my thoughts on things. Most of this was due to the cultural differences between Japan (Eastern) and Western values/mores. From minor questions like ‘Why is Will Powers seen as unattractive when he looks like a meeker Hugh Jackman?’, to major ones ‘Why was the Fey clan up their own arses when they allowed Misty to banish herself and abandon her kids?’ and ‘Why is Phoenix’s school’s encouraging fascism/public degradation to children. Both questions can be justified by simple cultural differences surrounding gender, family, and punishment (explained in Chapter 1/2). All my personal interpretations of race and sarcastic ‘where are all the black people?’ and ‘Why the f*** is Acro is bright red and dressed like a (stereotypical) Native American when he never mentions his heritage?’ questions mean nothing when Japan is a homogenous society/culture and generally do not always portray other races/ethnicities (positively or negatively) unless creators have an interest in doing so (For example, according to Soul Eater creator, Atsushi Ōkubo created Kilik to improve the representation of black people in manga). The proliferation of women in law or in court wearing skin-tight/low cut clothing that would make your local pervert blush is annoying, but is for all intents and purposes, is meant to be amusing and not demeaning (And I also do find them all attractive so I’m just as horny guilty for enjoying the view).
What we as westerners might deem ignorant and take the moral high ground for is due to living in a melting pot of cultures or personal exposure, is perfectly innocent to the Japanese public. Of course, NOT all Japanese raging are racists/xenophobes (we have enough in the West as it is) and when you actually go beyond amine/weebs talking over actual Japanese people, you may learn that many ‘ist’/’obic’ rhetoric is not condoned there and is increasingly resisted against as many people globally are more socially aware of each other and other cultures. While I doubt there’s a Japanese woman writing her dissertation in parallel to me, and I’ll naively assume that the critiques I spoke about would be similar but who knows. I would be interesting to see how Japanese people would react to this dissertation but unless someone is generous enough to translate 12,000 words for free (or £10 Nintendo eshop voucher) I doubt it, but I will hopeless wait in my pm box if anyone’s willing to.
TL;TR: Ace Attorney’s awesome and I opened my mind about how different cultures perceive identity and culture. You have the ability to enjoy media and still THINK critically about it and what messages it conveys, but at the end of the day, AA among other games, are made for our enjoyment. If AA made you smile, laugh, or cry or go out and get a law degree, then it has fulfilled its purpose.
Acknowledgements
Special thanks to the AA community not only on Reddit but everywhere on social media. THANK GOD! I’m so glad a franchise I only got into a year ago doesn’t have a toxic fanbase I accidently ran into (late stage Steven Universe fans know what I’m talking) and everyone on the sub talks and acts like NORMAL people who are civil with each other unlike other gaming communities I’ve seen. I feel very comfortable posting here, which is a rare feeling since both offline and online I’m very shy/lonely person, and the volatile examples of social media drivel, fan wars and cancel culture have unfortunately heightened my anxiety x10000. (Seriously, I purposely ignore live chats on official gaming streams for this reason) I have always been hesitant to share my thoughts online or at the very least chat and make meaningful friendships. But everyone on this sub, close friends or not, is very nice and civil, even when making jokes and debating one another. Even though I wished I had asked the sub earlier to contribute first-hand opinions of the series, I am still happy this sub was an important part of my citations. Seriously the mods, do a fantastic job, keep up the great work!
Janet Hsu and the localisation team. Hsu’s blog was instrumental to getting developer’s and localizers’ insights on AA’s development. These people are single-handedly response for all the weird representational oddities in the franchise and I’m in great debt to them. Within the corporate restrictions they made an American-Japanese California hybrid work. I still believe they are a textbook example for who a globalised localisation CAN work with insulting the creator or foreign audience. Regard less of its own silliness at times, Japanifornia makes the AA world much more interesting compared to if it just was Tokyo or California.
Court-Records.net. and Ace Attorney Wiki Contributors. I would be nothing without you. All the images, notes, trivia, translated material and citations in my dissertation, that I did not find on my own, I got from you. Fans make a fandom, but fans who maintain records and articles about a franchise for others to enjoy and learn from maintain a legacy. I’m honestly astounded by some of the info kept on these sites after so long (I wasn’t even in the double digits when people started posting in the CR forums!). Their dedication is something to admire. Thank you.
My Boyfriend. I remember when you suggested we play AA together after finishing the Layton series. We spent the whole summer the series in my small uni room playing snuggled together in the blistering heat. When I was contemplating my dissertation topics, you immediately suggest AA and I sent my outline in. My tutor was impressed. Even if Capcom never releases AA7, the series will always be in my heart since AA combined with Layton, brought him and I closer together as friends, S/Os, gaming partners, and soon roommates. If I never accepted his FB request don’t think I’d give this series a chance let alone write a whole paper about it. I love you honey and I hope AA7 comes out before our 50th wedding anniversary.
If you would like to share my work on other platforms, please ask before doing so, or at least redirect/link people back to this page for credit. Also, if anyone is insane nice enough to translate my work in Japanese or any other language for non-English language fans to read that would be amazing too.
Thank you all for taking interest in my work. Enjoy the dissertation and keep enjoying Ace Attorney!
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2020.05.21 22:33 Byl206 Balanced Arguments

Hi all,
I'm very much enjoying keto (nearly 3 months in) and the structure it's brought to my WOE since I also started OMAD the same day as keto. I've no intention of stopping any time soon and am wholly invested, but I've realised I've only been looking at the pro-keto (coincidentially also anti-sugar) arguments. Not to say these aren't reliable, but out of curiosity more than anything else I'd love to go through some of the anti-keto arguments with some solid, well-thought out points that don't boil down to "it's just not sustainable".
Where can I find some balanced arguments/debates against the ketogenic diet? My current "research" has only led me to videos of long lectures from doctors/fitness coaches talking about keto, usually under the assumption that keto dieters are always consuming 75-80% fat in their diet or eating as many calories as they like. Neither of these apply to me, and I imagine not to a large proportion of people doing non-therapeutic keto for weight loss. Arguments are weak ("it's just so restrictive" - this isn't evidence of efficacy/harm) and biased, and "the science" they speak about contains little to no references or citations.
Cheers!
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2020.05.17 17:25 sunshineredpancakes I grew up with atheists...

...and never had one of them disrespect my religion. They understood that I am not allowed to do some stuff that they do and that I have some obligations that they don't have. They were the first ones to wish me a Ramadan Mubarak and were always eager to get their hands on the cookies my family made for Eid ul-Fitr (holiday at the end of Ramadan). They helped me choose the colour of my hijab when I didn't know what colour would go best with my dress. When we buy food together they always made sure there's no alcohol or pig in it. They asked me questions about my religion so they were sure that they weren't misinformed.
I always understood that they do not believe in the same thing as me and have always respected that. I was 10 when I heard someone say for the first time they don't believe in God. I was confused and asked them why. They said they just don't. I, as a little curious girl, was not satisfied with that answer and asked my mom after school. She said some people just don't believe in God. They live how they want to live. The next day at school nothing changed. I still sat next to the atheist boy and I didn't give it a second thought. Some people believe and some people don't. It's not my life so why would I care?
I've known my atheist friends for more than 7 years and in one of those years I decided to start wearing a hijab. Their first reaction was "Wow! It suits you!" and then asked me some practical questions like why and when I wear it. They always understood.
It wasn't until I got on the internet that I realised that people actually felt.. I don't know.. angry? sad maybe? because other people decided to believe in something they don't believe in.
Each time I see the atheism sub on my feed it actually hurts me to see how much misinformation there is in the comments but I know better than to argue with them. I've had people comment citations completely pulled out of context and ask me "Is this your religion of peace?".
I've seen atheists who claim to hate religion so much tweet/post more about religion than people who are believers. It's almost funny to me how much time they spend talking about the thing they hate so much.
Reddit is full of atheists. I know that. I respect all of you and hope you live your life in a way that makes you the happiest.
But for the love of (sorry) God, ask your local imam, priest or rabbi questions about a religion instead of someone who got their answer from www. ihateallreligionsinthisworld.com.
By hating my religion you're doing nothing but inconveniencing yourself. May you find peace within yourself.
Edit: a word
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2020.04.13 16:32 ack1308 [Fanfiction]First Telkan

[Next]

Part One: Displacement

[A/N 1: This is a fanfiction crossover between First Contact, an ongoing novel on Reddit by Ralts_Bloodthorne and Worm, a webnovel by Wildbow. I make no claim to either property. This is merely a fun look at what happens when two worlds interact for the first time.]
[A/N 2: This chapter beta-read by Lady Columbine of Mystal.]
[A/N 3: I will follow the canon of both stories as closely as I can. If I find something that canon does not cover, I will make stuff up. If canon then refutes me, I will revise. Do not bother me with fanon; corrections require citations.]
[A/N 4: I welcome criticism of my works, but if you tell me that something is wrong, I also expect an explanation of what is wrong, and a suggestion of how to fix it. Note that I do not promise to follow any given suggestion.]
[A/N 5: Initial chapter of First Contact can be found here. First chapter with Vuxten in it can be found here.]
[A/N 6: Due to developments in the story, I have rewritten the first part of the first chapter extensively.]
Introduction: First Contact
Vuxten had to admit, human-made ‘easy chairs’ were definitely what he would class as superior technology. As he leaned back in his, allowing it to adjust to his form, he could hear the broodcarriers singing to the podlings in the next room. The sound was soothing on a level even he could not define; broodcarriers were, as one prominent Terran commentator had said (not without a touch of awe) made of peace and love. Merely spending time in their presence helped leach away some of the underlying tension from the worst of the fighting, and allowed him to face the memories of each of his fallen comrades. And the podlings were a joy to behold, getting bigger and more mischievous every day.
The door-chime sounded, disturbing his reverie. He activated his implant, only to find that Brentili’ik had gotten there first. Framed in the door-cam was a familiar figure. He brought the easy-chair to an upright position and stood up, just as Brentili’ik entered the room, an irritated look on her face. “No,” she said out loud and over the implant as well.
“It’s Tran-Due-Ill,” Vuxten said to her. “If he’s here, it must be important.” He knew why she didn’t want him to open the door; she’d just gotten him healthy again. The fight against the Dweller under the mountain had taken far too much out of him, had nearly killed him. Only the enhanced armour granted him by Bellona had saved him when the explosion blew the side out of the mountain, and even that had barely been enough.
It was only due to Tran-Due-Ill, 471, General Trucker (now sporting a little more metal), Ekret and Old Iron Feathers that he’d survived at all. He now had a small piece of warsteel, scorched and cracked, granted him by Trucker after the decommissioning of Cry Little Sister. The big Terran had decided that he’d earned it; it helped, sometimes, to hold it and rub his hand-pads over the evidence of how much damage the tank had gone through to win the war. Stricken as she was, she had not fallen, had carried out her last duty to the end.
“If he’s here, it’s because of Gal-And-Dell,” Brentili’ik said. “Something’s gone wrong, and she wants you to help.” She went to him and put her arms around him. “It’s something dangerous, because there’s no other reason she needs you.”
“I can always say no,” he assured her.
“But you won’t.” Her tone was resigned rather than angry. “Why can’t the world just let us have our time together?”
He rubbed her gently on the spot on her back that she liked. “You know what the Terrans like to say about the universe.” It will laugh as it takes away what you love the most.
“Yes, I know. But I don’t have to like it.” She didn’t resist as he pulled away and went to the door.
It opened to reveal Tran-Due-Ill standing there patiently. The High Elf wore his usual woodland garb and silvery armour, with a wickedly sharp sword sheathed at his waist—Vuxten had seen similar blades slice through warsteel—and an intricate-looking bow slung over his shoulder. “Greetings, Lord Vuxten, and to your lady wife as well,” Tran-Due-Ill said, executing a sweeping bow. “May we enter your home?”
“We?” asked Vuxten, then saw 471 as the foot-high green mantid scrambled up onto Tran-Due-Ill’s shoulder. Okay, this was definitely serious. “Yes, come on in.”
He half-expected Brentili’ik to blow up when she saw Vuxten’s longtime partner, but she instead relaxed slightly. “Oh, good,” she murmured. “You’re here, at least.” 471 had visited from time to time during Vuxten’s convalescence; checking over their household appliances and Vuxten’s own prosthetics, engaging in frenetic games of tag-me-out with the podlings, and occasionally falling asleep on top of one or another of the broodcarriers (much to their bemusement).
471 flashed her a cautiously reassuring icon, then jumped over to the top of Vuxten’s easy chair where he settled down, gesturing with a bladearm toward Tran-Due-Ill. Now that Vuxten looked more closely, the High Elf appeared more careworn, with scars and lines on his face that had not been there before.
“There is evil afoot in the land,” Tran-Due-Ill began. Knowing this was just how they spoke, neither Vuxten nor Brentili’ik interrupted him. “The Elven Queen Gal-And-Dell exerts her influence over all the land and all the sea, except for one small part, in a small town to the south and east of here. Three of my kind who have entered this area have not returned; of all else, they entered, searched, and left empty-handed. The spying eyes of the Mad Arch-Angel Terrasol, far above, see nothing. And yet, creatures large and small creep out to wreak their mischief on those around and about.”
“So send soldiers in,” Brentili’ik said bluntly. “Terrasol has left them to protect us. Allow them to do their job.”
“This has been done, Lady Brentili’ik,” Tran-Due-Ill said with a small bow in her direction. “They entered and searched, and found nothing, not even the remains of my fellow Elves.” He nodded toward Vuxten. “There stands the greatest warrior in all of Telkan. It is to him that the world speaks, and passes on its closest secrets. If the Dwellerspawn lurks within, he is the one who will draw it from its lair.”
Brentili’ik’s expression hardened. “And if I simply authorised a nuclear strike?”
“It might not work,” Vuxten said carefully. “Toward the end of the war, they were becoming more and more resistant to our munitions, even nuclear ordnance. Without a direct penetrator, there’s a good chance that whatever it is will survive.”
“And if it’s killed three Wood Elves, it’s dissected them and learned their secrets,” Brentili’ik noted. “Which makes it very dangerous indeed.” She sighed. “Well, though I hate to admit it, there’s one thing those monsters never learned how to counter.” Stepping back into her husband’s embrace, she leaned into him. “Just promise me one thing.”
“What’s that?” He held her close.
Her voice was low and deadly. “When you kill it, make it hurt.”
****
The shoulder-mounted grenade launcher thumped off three rounds, but Vuxten was already on the move. Sprinting up the mound of rubble, he rolled over the top as the explosions went off, decapitating the thirty-foot-long snake-thing that had been trying to ingest him. On his shoulder, the warsteel-armoured 471 popped up and fired off a spread of micro-missiles at a dog-sized creature that was trying to sneak up on them. The missiles detonated it in mid-leap, chitin pinging off his armour.
His creation engine read out as 25% heat, 13% slush. He was good for the moment, manufacturing more grenades for the launcher. The readout on his helmet HUD showed Tran-Due-Ill moving up on his six but hanging back, as they’d arranged.
A small piece of rubble moved half an inch, and his eyes narrowed; reaching out, he wrapped his gauntleted hand around a piece of protruding rebar. The slightest quiver against the sensitive part of his palm verified his suspicions.
“Vuxten here. I’ve got ground vibration. Something big’s coming my way.”
“There’s nothing on sensors.” That showed up as a Major Chambers in the Terran contingent five miles away, doubt in his voice.
“Sir, I’ve been in the jungle with Vuxten. If he says something’s coming, something’s coming.” He recognised the icon that popped up then. Captain Clynes was a full-conversion cyborg, and a good officer to work with.
“Very well, Vuxten. How big are we talking?” Chambers was all business now.
471 flashed up an image of a giant roach wearing huge fluffy slippers and Vuxten blinked to acknowledge it. “471 and I both think it’s large, maybe as large as a tank, but it’s got advanced stealth systems, including vibration damping.” He paused as a wave of foreign emotion passed over him, and the last pieces of the puzzle dropped into place. “It’s a brain coral, sir. A mobile brain coral and birthing chamber. That’s how it keeps evading you. It never stays in one place.”
“I copy, Vuxten.” Chambers was quiet for a moment. “We need more data. Satellite overwatch is giving us nothing for that area. If you can get us a location, we can hit it from a distance. Can do?”
“Can do, sir.” Vuxten racked his magac rifle and engaged the minimal stealth systems that had been built into his suit. 471 clicked --ride or die-- then flashed up an image of a small rodent wearing Telkan combat gear sneaking up to put a bell around the neck of a huge cartoon purrboi.
As Vuxten eased through a gap between two chunks of rubble, his rear-view HUD noted Tran-Due-Ill moving closer. He waved the High Elf to his side, and they moved on. Each of them knew the stakes; there were no false steps.
The next street seemed clear, if Vuxten discounted several large craters marring the road surface. No pillbugs bulked into sight. He rapidly flicked through several vision options and found nothing. Inside his helmet, his whiskers twitched. Despite the evidence of his eyes and sensors, he knew something was there.
Tran-Due-Ill touched his shoulder and pointed upward. Vuxten looked, squinting to zoom in with his cybernetic eye. Temporarily clear of the clouds of smoke and dust, the night sky above was clear. Stars twinkled here and there … but several of them shifted from side to side, smearing slightly.
Oh. Oh shit. Advanced active camouflage.
It wasn’t totally over the top of them, but it was very close by. Vuxten gave the High Elf the ‘withdraw’ signal, just as he felt the tiny vibration through his feet that time. It was big, but it had long legs like a spider. And one of those legs had come down very close to them. Within yards, if he had to guess.
Once Tran-Due-Ill was about ten yards back and almost out of sight, Vuxten started back himself. 471, clad in his own warsteel armour, flashed up an image of a human wearing a ridiculous cloth mask over his eyes, with a bag bearing an ancient symbol for currency, sneaking past a snoring householder.
Step by careful step, he began to retreat as well.
And then he heard the almost subliminal rising hum of an organic weapons system powering up, behind him. The icon for “RUN” flashed in his HUD. From a standing start, he broke into a sprint. At the same time, 471 opened the radio channel for him.
“Danger close, danger close, fire on my position!” Vuxten called. “Tango up high, I say again, tango up high!” His shoulder guns, pointing backward and up, opened up on the monstrous creature while his launchers went to rapid fire, reloading as fast as the nanoforge could supply the ammunition. He left it to 471 to call the shots; he was moving as fast as he could through the maze of rubble left by the collapsed building, springing from one foothold to another with all the power that his armour could supply him. Flares and chaff burst out in a cloud all around him as 471 did his best to spoof the enemy’s aim.
Several of the rockets splashed fire against empty air, and the others corrected aim to hit the same point, blinking the active-camouflage field off and on again. A howling storm of exotic energies descended around Vuxten as the gigantic organism returned fire. Clinging to his back, 471 alerted him to potential hits which he dived aside from, ignoring the bits of rubble that clattered against their armour.
And then the incoming fire arrived, and things got even more chaotic. They’d had time to line up everything they could throw at this thing. They didn’t know what it was using for battlescreens and what would get through, so it was ‘just shoot the thing’ time.
In the midst of all this, Vuxten ran, dived, jumped, rolled, dodged …
… and was hit by a purple-edged beam that caused him, 471, and two tons of rubble to simply vanish.
A tenth of a second later, just as it realised it was shooting at the wrong target, the incoming fire figured out the frequency of its battlescreens, then punched through into the brain coral and the highly-unstable chemicals it was using to sustain its weapons fire. An uncontrolled reaction then took place, and things got very noisy.
When the smoke cleared, all that remained was a crater and a lot of bug guts.
****
Five Hours Later
“Where. Is. My. Husband?”
Like Vuxten, Brentili’ik was a Telkan. She stood a shade under four feet tall and looked not unlike an anthropomorphic fox, albeit with a wider muzzle, larger eyes, and flat, plant-eating teeth. Her pelt was a dappling of gold, black and white, and her short tail curled up behind her to show her displeasure. She also wore the uniform of a Planetary Director, which meant she outranked virtually everyone else in the solar system. Anyone she didn’t outrank was staying back out of the way; this was her show.
Less than two years before, she’d been a humble cleaner, who wouldn’t have dared speak out of turn to a soldier or anyone in authority. Now she was someone in authority, and she had questions to ask. If they didn’t like the tone of her voice, that was their problem.
“Ah, Director Brentili’ik, what happened to your husband is a unique situation. In fact, we’ve got some good news and some bad news.”
Her large, mobile ears twitched as she turned toward the human scientist who’d spoken. “That’s more promising than simply bad news. What’s the good news?”
“We believe he’s still alive,” the scientist said, then hastened to cover his own tracks. “Or at least, the beam didn’t kill him.”
Brentili’ik gestured for him to continue. “And the bad news?”
“It sent him elsewhere, but we’re not sure where exactly.” The human, who was a Major in his own right, grimaced at the wrinkle that formed on the brow of the diminutive Telkan woman. “As far as we can tell, the beam was designed to suck things into jumpspace and spit them out within a couple of lightseconds of travel. But that’s not what happened.”
“How do you know?” she asked.
“Because he had a green mantid with him. 471's a crazy little dude, but he knows one end of a wrench from the other. That little guy could’ve made over Vuxten’s suit into a self-contained spacecraft and we’d not only know where they were by now, but they’d be coming back under their own power. So he’s not in local space. But the beam couldn’t have shot him farther under normal conditions. However, there was a lot of energy flying around that could have heterodyned the beam, so it could’ve theoretically punched him up further into the bands than anyone’s gone. What happens when you get that high, where you go to, is anyone’s guess. Nobody’s ever come back from that.”
For a herbivore, Brentili’ik’s stare was particularly predatory. “I suggest you endeavour to find out, and then bring my husband back. Our podlings need their father, and our broodcarriers call out his name in their sleep. Cost is no obstacle.” Turning, she strode away, her security warborgs falling into step alongside her.
“Yes, ma’am.” The scientists, galvanised into action, went back to the task of analysing from the battlefield recordings exactly what had happened to the beam, and thus the missing Lieutenant Vuxten and 471, at the instant that they’d disappeared.
Project: Find Vuxten had just taken a huge jump in priority but even with the resources of an entire planetary government at their disposal, it would not be an easy task.
****
In Another Iteration of Reality
“Whoa!” Along with two tons of plascrete and other debris and a foot-high armoured mantid, Vuxten burst out through a tear in space. He rolled, came to his feet, unracked his magac rifle and used graviton-spikes from his boots to anchor himself while he swivelled his helmet, seeking targets for his onboard ordnance. The tear in space neatly closed up again, leaving Vuxten with ringing ears and nothing to shoot at. He tabbed a piece of gum and chewed on it while he scanned around again. The plascrete steamed gently, as did his armour; from the looks of it, everything organic had been scoured off both of them from the passage through … wherever that had been.
“471, you seeing this?”
The mantid clicked an affirmative, keeping his own lookout atop Vuxten’s helmet with a micro-missile launcher. Vuxten could see in his helmet HUD that the little greenie was mapping the local area and comparing it to where they’d just been. He could also see that there were no real points of correlation. The buildings were all intact, if dilapidated, but they looked … old. Like a colony that had been built using lowtech methods and hadn’t upgraded to the latest building materials. Electrical lights glared from overhead poles.
“Where are we?”
471 didn’t have an answer. He flashed up an icon of a hero steadfastly looking over the cityscape from atop a tall building, then kept mapping. A tiny drone popped out of the nanoforge on Vuxten's armour and zoomed skyward, connected to Vuxten’s systems by a whisker-laser. No sense in letting everyone know they were here, until they found out where ‘here’ was.
“Good idea,” Vuxten agreed, and headed for an alley. Leaping up to the wall, he used the graviton-spikes as anchors to jump to a higher viewpoint. Two leaps later, he was on the rooftop. It didn’t help ease his confusion.
The city spread out in all directions. There were no rising clouds of dust or smoke. Radiation count was minimal; strictly background. A distant siren sounded, but there was no gunfire, no explosions. Even the gravity felt subtly different. The drone was feeding him a city map that showed him where he was. The trouble was, it didn’t match any city in his databanks.
471 nudged his helmet around to the right. Bringing the rifle up, he turned and looked. A half-moon was just rising at what his armour agreed was approximately ninety degrees to magnetic north. It was a big satellite, with markings …
“471, check starmaps. I think I know where we are.”
It was ridiculous. It was impossible. But unless someone had gone so far as to rebuild their planet’s satellite to a particular pattern, there could be no other place. He and Brentili’ik had watched too many old Terran movies with their broodcarriers and podlings to mistake it. She enjoyed the romantic ones, and he just enjoyed being with her. With his family.
While 471 worked, the drone turning its sensors skyward and checking the star patterns against known starmaps, he squinted to zoom in toward the darkened half of the moon. If he was right, he’d be picking up the pinpoints of the domed city lights about … now.
That was strange. There were no lights to be seen. He could see the darkened half, lit by planetshine, but there was no evidence of any settlement on the satellite. A chill worked its way down his back, and he chewed the gum a little harder.
--starmaps weird-- 471 clicked out. The mantid projected a series of constellations on Vuxten’s HUD. --starmaps here--. Then he switched to a subtly different one. --northern hemisphere terra--.
Vuxten frowned and flicked back and forth between them. They were almost identical, but a few of the stars changed relative position almost imperceptibly from one image to the next. “Okay. That is weird.” He knew how astrogation worked, and how starmaps didn’t change from one location on a planet to another.
They’d taught him a lot since he’d become an officer.
What it didn’t explain was why the stars above didn’t quite match his databanks for Terra. There was always the possibility that he was in a simulation, though for what reason he didn’t know. Well, there was one way to find out. “Okay, you got me. Good one. End simulation.”
Nothing happened.
Okay, either it’s not a simulation or there’s a reason they’re keeping me in it. Best to assume it’s real for the moment.
His armour wasn’t detecting anything dangerous outside so he popped his faceplate to take a breath of the local air. It smelled … like a city. The faint tang of internal-combustion engine hydrocarbon pollution, dust, hot metal. There was an answer here, somewhere. He was alive, and 471 was with him. They’d been together during the worst of the fighting, and they’d come through against what had seemed to be impossible odds at the time. He’d figure out what was going on, and how to get back home.
--got it-- clicked 471, then the mantid flashed up a series of emojis that indicated ‘you are not going to believe this shit’.
“Okay, what is it?” He closed his faceplate again, and hunkered down, magac rifle still in his hands. “Where are we?”
Deep down, he thought he already knew, but getting confirmation was always good.
The two starmaps flicked back and forth a couple of times, then one shifted to fit over the other. A readout showed up in the corner of the image. As the starfield moved to fit, digits rolled over. He watched them, his mouth going dry despite the gum. When they finished, he had to blink twice to take in the readout. -8,000 Years, ±700.
“Double-check that,” he said, keeping his voice steady. “See if you can link us into local communications. There’s got to be a time clock somewhere.”
--roger roger-- The starmaps went away, but the number remained. Vuxten stood up again, looking around at the city with new eyes. Eight thousand years ago, Terra had been on the verge of making it into space. So many things hadn’t happened yet. The ecological collapse. The great glassing. The rebuilding. All the wars.
He owed Terra everything. What he was now, what he had, was only because Terran soldiers had seen some potential in a bunch of so-called ‘neo-sapient’ menial workers being drafted into an ad hoc security force by uncaring Lanaktallan Overseers. It was only because of them that he and his family had survived the madness that followed. That his species had survived it.
And now he was on their birthworld, before everything happened.
They helped me. I can’t leave without helping them. Warn them of the Mantid Overqueen treachery, at least. Tell them where the Lanaktallans are, and what they’re doing. Give them a heads-up on the Precursor machines and the bio-war fleets. Even the Mar-gites. Anything that will save a few Terran lives.
Raising his faceplate and standing up again, he looked skyward. He didn’t even know where his home star was from Terra, or if it was visible from the planet’s surface. He’d have to look that up.
But right now, he had three steps to follow.
Number one: survive.
Number two: figure out a way to get home again, whether by travelling to Telkan and going into stasis until he woke up eight thousand years in the future, or figuring a way back through the hole in space.
Number three: work out how to offer as much support as he could without disrupting the timeline before he left.
Everything else was just detail.
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2020.02.21 21:59 FubarMemesDx My ultimate, rather heavy rant on the mentality here and the show (part 2 in comments):

GREETINGS, MOTHERFUCKERS OF THIS WRETCHED HIVE KNOWN AS STEVENUNIVERSE! IT IS I, FUBARMEMESDX, WARRIOR OF HATRED AND MISERY! I AM HERE TO DESTROY YOU AND ALL OF YOUR MISCONCEPTIONS REGARDING THIS FINE ENTERTAINMENT PROGRAMME!
Anyway, as for my first point, which I have argued in the past, here is why Diamonds Did Nothing Wrong™ (nothing that's not reversible or inconsequential):
I love the Alright Diamond Authority so much. They're my favourite virtual band. So cute and heartwarming. However, there is an issue here. Whenever you so much as mention a Diamond who isn't coloured pink, you fools immediately start screeching about politics. What I question here is "why?". I shall address all of the common "arguments".
They committed genocide!
As much as the sub loves this word, they don't know what it means. It's the systematic, targeted extermination of an ethnicity from society.
Stop trivialising this word. We need a new word for actual genocide. By your own stupid standards, by eating plants or animals who eat those plants, you have """""""""""""""""""""""committed genocide""""""""""""""""""""""", with massive sarcasm quotes, and I am about to explain this. Who did they commit "genocide" against?
Against planets!
If Peridot's cluelessness about complex organics as a "scientist" and Jasper being a "perfect soldier" while fighting with a crash helmet and breaking down to cry in the middle of a fight didn't already tip you off, Rebecca's 2013 pitch notes for the show, which are identical to the final lore, and a tweet by Ian (https://twitter.com/ianjq/status/1166481003780530176) confirm that Earth was the first planet with intelligent life encountered by Homeworld. Pretty much, the colonies were a good thing, because they created lots of cute Gems, while only sacrificing plants (which you also do, by necessity to live as a human being) and possibly animals (and, if you haven't been vegan for life, you're in no position to preach) to do so. I am a vegan (cue "HAHA HE TOLD US" jokes) and have been for several years, but understand that consumption to continue your species is not fucking genocide. I bet you think Animal Crossing's fishing renders the game an extended metaphor for the genocide of Native Americans. By the way, I'm glad Steven is veggie now. It makes sense, because I always wondered why Steven gave White shit for her "lower lifeforms" stuff, while continuing to consume beings he saw as "lower". Glad that angsty Future Steven is consistent. Also, White isn't wrong. Every lifeform in the show other than Cluster and Obsidian stands at a lower height than her.
Against off-colors!
First, let us establish that an off-color Gem is an imperfect one. An imperfect Gem is one who shows any emotion in their decision-making whatsoever, as androids designed for unfeeling self-reproduction.
White is motivated to stay in her room doing fuck-all because she is afraid that people will see her imperfect body and no longer love her.
Blue is demotivated by pure grief. ("What good will any of this do? The more I make these Gems suffer, the more I long to see you again, Pink.") As far as she knows, the Crystal Gems murdered her daughter, just for doing her job of colonisation. She still doesn't just crush them under her comically oversized fingertips. If that isn't merciful, I don't know what is.
Pink has transitioned into Steven. When he's not out there encouraging the other three to be honest with their emotions, he's emulating White and beating himself up over the fact he can't make everything perfect.
This brings us to our interlude - why Steven is trans Pink:
But GONE!
That meme line doesn't mean what you think it does. Steven has her body (both the gemstone and the light form, seen as a past form in Change Your Mind), her memories (reawakened in Jungle Moon, Can't Go Back, Familiar, Together Alone and Change Your Mind), her powers (to create life, to raise the dead, to cure corruption, the shield) AND her position (as a Crystal Gem and member of the Diamond Authority).
The only things different are the identity, and the flesh body (which is weak and cannot function as an independent human being, and can shapeshift and fuse).
Basically, if you interpret GONE as meaning "he never was her", it's the story of an asshole who abandoned everyone who ever loved her, then dropped all her problems onto her son.
On the other hand, if you interpret GONE as meaning "he no longer identifies as Pink", it becomes the story of a trans boy who became kinder and fixed his mistakes.
It is very clear which one fits more with the show's central theme of self-improvement.
But Pink wasn't an asshole! She saved Earth!
Nope. White did. Can a single Lapis drain Earth's entire ocean? Yes (albeit not killing anyone doing so, since people outside of the cast only exist when the show calls for them to, and Earth would be irreparably fucked in Ocean Gem if the realistic consequences of ocean draining applied, so it's safe to say they don't). Who commands Lapises? Homeworld. Who commands Homeworld? White. Pink's rebellion was non-lethally ended with a single hand attack. If Homeworld really wanted Earth to be destroyed, they could and would do it. They're a bunch of filthy tsunderes.
The point is here is not that Pink was evil, or that Pink was an angel. It's that Pink was bad, but she got better as Steven.
The trans Steven interpretation is further supported by
  1. Blue's "she prefers to be called Steven".
  2. The Tale of Steven book, a retelling of Change Your Mind's dedication to trans kids.
  3. White's pointing out that Steven knows things (the aforementioned memories) that he could not know if he were never Pink.
  4. The parallels between Pink and Steven, especially with Cactus being the new Spinel.
  5. Rose's tape saying she's going to become half of Steven (the properly functioning gem half). Not die for Steven. Become "half of" Steven. Love being him.
This is blatantly obvious. I'm not even trans... or maybe I am and don't know it yet. Anyway, that's irrelevant. How this stuff flies over the heads of 99% of you puzzles me. Hell, it even flies over the head of faelapis, who is otherwise the smartest person in the SU fandom.
Anyway, now that's out of the way, back to the main subject:
Yellow, the only Diamond who even pretends to be competent (she is who you commonly refer to as "the Diamonds"), and is motivated by a desire to look strong and please White, Blue and Steven. Her big boots allow to her stomp any of her enemies into the ground with ease, yet she cannot bring herself to even shatter Amethyst, who is defective, a rebel, an Earthling and directly fighting her,, when given the opportunity. If she won't shatter Amethyst, then who will she shatter? No-one.
Basically, they are off-colors. They also create all the other ones and cast them away as their imperfect parts, their waste which they are ashamed of.
You might bring up those drones, but the fact that Padparadscha, who sees constantly into the past, is still alive, that the drones only scan the gemstones, you can hide behind a fucking rock, and that the drones are indiscriminate and attack Steven, a Diamond, defuses any threat the drones may pose. Either Yellow knows they're useless and is just keeping her reputation up, or she is too naive to be dangerous. Take your pick.
Yellow, after knocking Steven out in Reunited, doesn't even stomp on his body. That's right. She won't even kill the person who, as far as she knows, is the Rose Quartz who murdered her beloved Pink. She says "time to execute" in The Trial, but if she was really so dead-set on that, she would just... do it. With her bare hands. They're big enough. Her later speech about being "brittle" and not cut out for the job suggests the "pretender" interpretation.
Now, to continue:
They're fascists!
Diamonds possess an unholy amount of physical power. They say they'll shatter off-colors and rebels, and could with their bare feet, but don't. This leaves two possibilities: either they're tsundere characters who don't really want to, which is in line with the show's theme of "you're better than you think, you should stop being so hard on yourself", or they're too stupid to realise that they can do that. Either way, they don't pose a real threat, and certainly don't enforce a political ideology. Unlike most "evil emperor" villains (think Star Wars' Galactic Empire), who do kill their enemies, albeit inconsistently as the result of an "idiot plot" required for to the heroes to win, Diamonds are so physically powerful that they literally cannot be defeated in battle by the heroes (Blue can take her entire ship crashing onto her without a scratch), and have the ability to poof enemies or take control of their minds instantly. They absolutely could kill their enemies effortlessly, but 100% consistently don't. This means that they, for whatever reason (probably just being big softies), are merciful and don't actually want to.
Stop poisoning this show with politics. All of the characters are motivated by raw emotion. If they had grand political goals, they wouldn't break down, they would be mechanically dead-set on achieving them.
You might cite Jasper's speech in Earthlings as "fascism", but in the very same episode, this is rendered moot - she, as Homeworld's "perfect soldier", stops fighting to cry, with no tactical advantage.
Pretty much, picture this:
You are God - an invincible being who creates every person as an imperfection of you that you split from yourself. You are also a robot, created with express purpose of assimilating the cosmos with no second thought. You also have very big sandals, allowing you to stomp anyone who dares oppose into the ground. You are faced with the opportunity to do this countless times. Instead of actually doing it, the job makes you miserable and you choose not do it.
Instead of praising you for your bravery in defying your programming and showing everyone mercy, a subreddit forms a lynch mob saying you need to be executed, as pointless vengeance, for things you didn't do, after you opened up.
This is the story of White Diamond.
I feel that most people who disliked Change Your Mind, were operating on the false premise that this would be a show about "beating muh fascists", ignoring every single hint that it gave them about its personal themes and every single time the antagonists spared Steven and co. The show couldn't make it more obvious that its combat was irrelevant and inconsequential, but I guess you're so accustomed to conventional "good guy kills bad guy" shows that you forgot this one was different, and desperately grasped for ways to degrade it into a show about evil.
You also claim that White was rushed, which is probably based on your fallacious idea that "character is x% evil, they must take x long to change". White Diamond is my favourite fictional character. She's been a real source of comfort to me and my OCD, with her whole "feeling guilty and embarrassed about things she really shouldn't" thing. She's a bit like Pink from The Wall, with the "learning to break your metaphorical wall of isolation" theme.
Pink (Floyd, not Diamond), funnily enough, imagines himself as Hitler at one point (In the Flesh Part 2, Run Like Hell, Waiting for the Worms). I can relate to these power fantasies, the feeling of wanting things under your control, then realising acting meaner won't solve anything. Not to the actual Nazi aspect, but to that.
White, however, has none of these. She's like The Wall but with none of the political charge or Roger Waters' bitterness. Of course, the sub still tries to Nazify her anyway. Perhaps it's because of her name... poor choice.
They're dictators!
No, they're gods. They don't possess just political power, they create every other member of their species out of their excrement, are near-invincible, can raise the dead, and every other member of the species is inherently predisposed to following them. Do Christians complain that the biblical God, who is actually massively homicidal in his depiction, is undemocratic? Do you go on "Mario-critical" rants because Princess Peach, a "dictator" - a member of a fictional royal family, albeit one who actually does stomp her enemies, is portrayed in a positive light? Of course not.
They cause corruption!
Yeah, and that was great. It ended the rebellion without killing anyone. It only muted and confused Gems, then Diamonds healed it. White's initial reason to come out of her room is to reverse corruption. It worked out in the end, and we see that the formerly-corrupted Gems are still friends of Diamonds.
They made the Cluster!
If you're talking about destroying Earth, remember that the Cluster's concept art shows her as only 12 temples tall, which matches her arm length in Reunited of about 3 temples tall. She couldn't. I have said "I want this planet to die" before, in one my blow-outs. Depression is a bitch. Sometimes I feel like that. Doesn't mean I'm actually gonna destroy the world. It's just Yellow spouting shit to reassure Blue. Either that or she is dumb and harmless. Pick one. What competent general's best weapon is a friendly anxious girl who gives you thumbs ups?
If you're talking about suffering, have you forgotten Gem Drill? The Cluster isn't a crime. She's a person. One who is capable of peaceful existence and learns to love herself. She stops worrying once Steven assures her that she is not alone and has company in the form of all the shards composing her. This can apply for other forced fusions, too.
I always thought the Cluster's arc was about body positivity - if you're shaped differently, but are not at risk from your physique, there's no reason to worry. Undertale fans commonly make the same mistake for Amalgamates - for characters who look weird but are friendly and capable of peaceful existence, the mistake of portraying them as endless suffering for the sake of sounding edgier.
Pretty much, the shattered Gems composing her found new life. She's good. And the other ones are safely bubbled in Yellow's room along with the Crystal Gems in Change Your Mind.
They're rapists!
Not this fucking shit again. Fusion isn't sex. Sharing food can be used as an analogy of consent. That doesn't mean food is sex. If you say this, you also call Pearl (Cry for Help) and Steven (Change Your Mind) "rapists", which is incredibly insensitive.
They're slavers!
Creating AI servants then, out of your own compassion, allowing them to act freely, isn't the same as finding free people and enslaving them.
They made the zoo!
The zoo is a "cruise ship", as Y-6 describes it, where caveman and Quartz inhabitants (except Holly) live blissfully in utopia. The show has a theme of "if it makes you happy and harms no-one, keep doing it". What's wrong with staying in the zoo, then?
Do not mention actual human zoos. Those were not utopian. Those were racial segregation prisons. The human zoo in the show is one in name only.
They're Hitler / any other real political/criminal/racial/religious/economic/military figure!
https://i.imgur.com/kkczmoN.jpg
Have this. As for non-Nazi individuals or organisations you may mention, they obviously don't exactly match the left checklist, either.
Godwin's law isn't cool.
For the few of you tankies here who think that Andy is a Nazi, see this: https://faelapis.tumblr.com/day/2019/06/06/
Nazi Germany and World War II are interesting historical subjects, and funny ones to satirise, but this show doesn't feature them at all.
Now I am done explaining why they are not bad. Your entire view has been shattered. Or not. You might still try to argue your objectively wrong view by repeating the word "genocide" over and over, but you cannot argue against what I have just explained. I cited the sources and the show themes. The crew and u/PixieDustFairies are both (unintentionally?) on my side. You have lost.
I say "Diamonds", but I mean "any character from this show", including but not limited to Lapis, Jasper, Bismuth and Spinel.
But it's like I'm pissing in an ocean. No matter how many people receive my message, the sub's dominant mindset will be "muh war, muh genocide, muh vengeance, muh dead Pink". They will always be ignorant and follow the zeitgeist of objective incorrectness. I can't voice my frustrations enough. The Muse lyric in my flair was chosen because I wish I could destroy the city of delusion that is this sub.
Anyway, onto the second point: Self-improvement.
Even in an alternate universe where Diamonds actually did any of the bad stuff you mindlessly accuse them of, that wouldn't change the fact that they want to help, and there's no reason not to let them.
You might bring up real-life criminals who pretend to improve to escape prison then re-offend, but the difference is that Diamonds aren't in danger. They couldn't be imprisoned or killed, and their enemies are always at their mercy. Furthermore, these criminals are motivated by psychopathy or political ideology, whereas Steven Universe villains are always motivated by raw, genuine emotion. Any improvement they show is, therefore, out of kindness and not ulterior motives.
Also, why would improvement in a show about self-improvement be fake? This is not a show about "people trying to kill you" (the villains stop themselves, and saying "I'll kill you, Steven, Earth go boom!" is the status quo in the show, not a special "evil" exception). Steven lampshades this in Space Race from season 1. He's used to it. The villains are not representations of real attackers (the poof/bubble system exists to stop real combat comparisons). They're you. Representations of different issues you might have, and how you shouldn't hate yourself for them. If the show were to have a "some people are just irredeemable lol" message, it would be giving up on you. I've seen a lot of people say "oh, this show's only real flaw is that it redeems everyone". Nope. That's its strength. That all of its major villains, who are essentially therapy dolls, find hope. The reassurance that you will find hope.
"Some people just can't change" is also objectively wrong. You can't change other people. They can. You might say "muh hitleother reviled political figure", but the difference is, Hitler and co chose not to change. It would be an entirely different story if they did. Too bad for you and for them, they didn't. IRRELEVANT! INSENSITIVE! FRIVOLOUS! FUTILE! Saying "Steven redeems (insert character)" is a critical misunderstanding of what Steven does - he encourages the villains, but ultimately, the villains themselves make the choice to open up.
Why would a show about emotional comfort suddenly switch to being a cynical court of law? If it were a court, Amethyst would be jailed in Gem Glow and Steven in Laser Light Cannon, for theft of Cookie Cats and destruction of Beach City respectively. The point here is, anything that doesn't result in any permanent damage to characters is irrelevant. Why would the characters be Machiavellian manipulators in a show explicitly intended as a therapy tool for its author and its viewers?
A fandom with a similar problem is Undertale. Sans explains in neutral routes that, although "self-defense" would be acceptable in real combat, your save/load powers mean you're never in any danger. The best way to explain Undertale is with kittens. That is to say, a kitten scratches you, in an "attempt to kill you". You know for sure that the kitten can't hurt you. Why would you stomp on the kitten, then? That's all it's saying. Not anything specifically about combat. Just "be nice when reasonably possible", nothing more complex. In the game, because you are an immortal time-travelling puppet, it's always reasonably possible. The other things it says are "you can doesn't mean you have to, don't push it" and "depression is a bitch". Fans seem to disregard this, and that's where the common but inaccurate names, "pacifist" and "genocide" runs come from. The "pacifist" run isn't pacifism, it's just common sense. The "genocide" run isn't targeted, it's "destroy absolutely everything". It's omnicide if anything.
The monsters don't give a fuck about politics, and just want freedom, which could be obtained with your soul, but even then, they're willing to turn over within minutes if they like you. Asgore did nothing wrong, because he (1) keeps the human souls alive in jars, and they help you later, (2) arranges a duel with you and will only fight you with your explicit consent, (3) is responsible, along with Papyrus, Alphys and Flowey, for the freedom of monsters without a second war, (4) wants you to win and (5) holds back in battle. He's too hard on himself, and so is Toriel too hard on him, but fans often forget all of the previous to paint him as an evil murderer.
Anyway, if SU were trying to be a combat manual, why would the characters be magical androids whose bodies are made of light and can be poofed and bubbled? You cannot be forced to kill Gems, Steven has psychic powers allowing him to confirm mental processes, and humans in-show can be revived by Diamonds, so any real stakes are dissipated, leaving a solely emotional and personal context. A glorified talk show with fantasy battles to look exciting.
Here's point three: They are near-invincible.
As explained in the point about Blue taking the whole ship, you would be at their mercy. Attempting their murder would not be a good idea. If they so wanted to, they could crush you in an instant. Befriending them is the only way forward here.
Fourth, they create every other Gem:
If you were to kill even one Diamond, you would fuck Gemkind forever. It's not cool to end a species for the sake of vengeance. Diamonds themselves are cool enough not do that, despite having Lapises and boots at their disposal.
Now for point five: They are required to heal corruption.
Are you forgetting that Yellow, Blue and the Crystal Gems' explicit goal is to coax White out her room and heal Nephrite and co? If you murdered her, you would never be able to do that. Keep this shit in mind.
Point six, you can poof and bubble Gems.
Even if Diamonds were hypothetically evil, unwilling to change, not invincible, not mothers and not required to heal corruption, there would still be no reason to shatter them. Poofing and bubbling is easier, more effective and causes less suffering.
Do you support the death penalty? If so, why? I'm not talking about war or defense. I'm talking execution here.
It can only be performed after the target is imprisoned and helpless, so it has no advantage in public safety over life imprisonment.
The only purpose it serves is vengeance for the sake of it, which has no place in a justice system, something which is logically intended to protect the public and nothing else.
Basically, say, there's this guy who eats babies, stabs grandmas and kicks puppies. You might say he "needs" to die, but if police have already captured him, they can just throw him in jail and be done with it. He can't hurt anyone further. Killing him will not un-eat those babies. It simply enacts vengeance, which is understandable to want, but the death penalty isn't just for this guy. It's a system. One which kills helpless prisoners and, sometimes, innocent people.
But that's not really relevant. Diamonds couldn't be imprisoned in-show anyway. Too powerful. They aren't baby-eaters, either. As I explained earlier, this isn't about justice, or crime, or survival. The show defuses itself.
Finally, the seventh: They're fucking fictional. Warning, Star Wars ahead:
Even if Diamonds were just one-dimensional symbols of evil and corruption, like Palpatine (who is my favourite Star Wars character for that reason - being over-the-top, smug pure evil), it would still be okay to like them. Fictional villains, if they even kill, which Diamonds are shown not to, kill other fictional characters. Not real people. Liking villains doesn't make you recreate them. They're here to drive plots. Liking Vader doesn't make you kill children in military strikes. Working for the US Army might. Liking Hux doesn't mean you like blowing up planets. Liking Poe doesn't mean you like blowing up planets. SW is a series in which brazen mass destruction and ridiculous numbers of background character deaths are commonplace. This says nothing about your personality if you think its characters are cool. It goes for heroes, too. Liking Luke doesn't make you a space-wizard-fighter-pilot. Liking Han doesn't mean you like smuggling spice. I could go on and on.
Oh, and don't get me started on Kylo Motherfucking Ren. This dude kills a bunch of fictional characters, including his daddy. He does so because he's an unstable goth witch. His First Order, while containing Nazi-inspired imagery in some areas, hires black soldiers, so he is certainly not a (fictional) Nazi. Also, stop calling him a school shooter. He didn't shoot up a school. He lightsabered up a Jedi Temple, a military academy. But, you have fuckers on the internet saying that you support the KKK if you have a picture of Kylo Ren on your cereal box. You can relate to Ben without stabbing your dad, just as you can relate to Luke without getting your hand cut off by your dad. Liking a character doesn't mean re-enacting them. Characters are vehicles with which to drive the plot.
Here are some handy things to remember before you spout politically loaded terms about cheesy villains: did your character shoot up a school? If not, they're not a school shooter. Is your character an anti-Semite? If not, they're not a Nazi. Does your character pass up an opportunities to kill their enemies when they feel like it? If so, they're not a fascist. Does your character believe that the state should control all resources? If not, they're not a communist. Is your character a military agent? If so, they're not a serial killer. Did your character sexually violate someone? If not, they're not a rapist. Is your character an adult attracted to prepubescent children? If not, they're not a paedophile. Is your character fighting for Islam? If not, they're not a jihadist. Is your character fictional? If so, it's okay to like them regardless of their in-universe status. https://dingdongyouarewrong.tumblr.com/post/187991068090/yall-have-gotta-stop-using-words-like-abusive is a post that summarises my feelings here.
Kylo Ren is perhaps the character with the most obsessed hatedom of all time. He does bad stuff, they all say "HES EVIL KILL HIM". He decides to stop doing bad stuff, they all say "REEE HES NOT ALLOWED TO BE GOOD". He can't catch a break either way. If you're looking for an asshole Star Wars character who has no conflict within him and relishes in pure demonism, see Palpatine. If you're looking for a court of law, if you're looking to see a lynching, don't watch Star Wars, a series whose original trilogy stars technically a terrorist as its protagonist. That's right. If SW were a court like you wanted, rather than an adventure film, Luke would be executed. The Empire is the government, remember. Is this what you want?
I wish SU's fanbase was as chill as Final Fantasy VII's. FF's fanbase overall is split as fuck, to an even greater degree than SW's, but let's talk VII specifically. Everyone likes Cloud, Rufus, Sephiroth and whoever. In-universe, one is an ecoterrorist, one is a corrupt businessman, and the other is an arsonist. The fans seem to understand, for the most part, that these characters are just driving a fictional plot - didn't hurt any real people, aren't in a court, and it's okay to like them and even ship them.
I hate your "anti-improvement" attitude. If this fictional edgelord wants to become kinder, why not let him? That's what I don't understand. Your obsession with "justice" doesn't protect anyone further, it just tries to make sure bad never becomes good. I say Vader's redemption is "deserved", because you get the right to be less shitty, by, well, being less shitty. Who cares if he killed children? So did Obi-Wan and Yoda. It's Star - it's fantasy, and it's Wars - it's massively destructive in-universe. It's Star Wars, not Real Isolated Incidents of Violence. Do you say Luke is irredeemable because he killed 1.2 million background characters in a terrorist attack? It's not about the actions. It's what they represent. The younglings represent Anakin killing his innocence, whereas the Death Star represents Luke beating the odds, stopping the doomsday weapon. What matters is that Anakin showed his ability to care, reawakened by Luke. That Luke was right in saying Anakin wasn't completely fucked.
Anyone can improve. This is an objective fact. If you strive to be the best you can, that's enough. Some people, like the politicians and criminals you always bring up, choose not to. If the real Hitler hypothetically decided to stop the Jew-killing thing and join the Allies, why stop him? Of course, he didn't. This disqualifies him as a comparison here. The desire to improve is what, fictionality aside, separates characters like Anakin and Ben from MUH POLITICS. The obsessed antis are all like, "y u ship rey with dad killuh?", which is like saying "y u ship leia with drug smuggluh?" - they're fictional - explorations of concepts and personality, not criminal records. As soon as you're space, you're not Hitler. I am sick and tired of all these useless and often asinine comparisons. If you try to equate fantasy villains 1-1 with real figures, you're gonna have a bad time.
I also find it very insensitive to put fictional villains on the same level as real depraved criminals. Someone who kills fictional characters to drive a plot of entertainment versus someone who destroys real lives for no purpose. I like playing as Bowser in Mario Kart. I don't like kidnapping princesses. I like Radiohead's Knives Out. I don't like cannibalism. Town of Salem is my favourite online game. I don't like witch hunts.
On a related note, emphasis is everything. Luke Skywalker might have more kills than a slasher villain. That doesn't mean he's more disturbing than one. It's all about focus and narrative purpose. Luke is no sadist or pervert. There is no emphasis on the pain and visceral suffering he might cause. This is also why, for example, I am more comfortable with Ravenholm in Half-Life 2 than I am with, say, a screamer shock site. Ravenholm may be more "graphic" (screaming zombies, dismemberment and whatnot), but it serves its purpose as part of a whole - a good game, with a specifically and effectively spooky part. The hypothetical screamer, on the other hand, is a cheap one-trick pony with no greater purpose or tonal merit. Anakin burning is more disturbing than the destruction of Alderaan, because despite being zero deaths vs. countless, the former has emphasis on pain and desperation, whereas the latter is simply a depiction of a big rock exploding. I like Town of Salem, but I probably wouldn't like it if its lynchings were less comical as a gameplay mechanic and actually tried to depict suffering.
Finally, this is why your government is probably less despicable than a terrorist organisation. Your country's government might have killed greater numbers, but it is probably less targeted and ideologically extreme, and serves a purpose other than to destroy. This is also why despots are less viscerally disturbing to discuss than serial killers. It's why Waiting for the Worms has more artistic value, and is less disturbing, than actual neo-Nazi propaganda - it serves a tonal purpose within its greater work, rather than simply being a glorification of Nazism. Depiction and advocacy are two different things.
But, enough Star Wars (and real wars). Diamonds and co don't even do anything like that.
Anyway, I hoped you enjoyed the complete absolution of Diamonds. You probably won't listen. You will probably ignore all of the evidence and citations I have provided, and will counterargue with politically-loaded words whose usage I have already debunked.
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2019.10.06 13:04 onz456 The psychiatrist defending Michael Jackson in Mary Fisher's GQ article had links to the False Memory Syndrome Foundation and was a pedophilia apologist.

I recently reread the GQ article on the 1993 MJ allegations by Mary A. Fisher called “Was Michael Jackson Framed. The Untold Story.” I fell from my chair, when I realised that one of the psychologists to whom she refers, is Ralph Underwager. (TLDR below)
The article appeared in October of 1994 in GQ magazine:
Passages where Underwager is mentioned in the article:
“[The officers] admitted they only had one boy,” says Freeman, who attended the meeting, “but they said, ‘We’re convinced Michael Jackson molested this boy because he fits the classic profile of a pedophile perfectly.’ ”
“There’s no such thing as a classic profile. They made a completely foolish and illogical error,” says Dr. Ralph Underwager, a Minneapolis psychiatrist who has treated pedophiles and victims of incest since 1953. Jackson, he believes, “got nailed” because of “misconceptions like these that have been allowed to parade as fact in an era of hysteria.”
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The sole allegations leveled against Jackson, then, remain those made by one youth, and only after the boy had been give a potent hypnotic drug, leaving him susceptible to the power of suggestion.
“I found the case suspicious,” says Dr. Underwager, the Minneapolis psychiatrist, “precisely because the only evidence came from one boy. That would be highly unlikely. Actual pedophiles have an average of 240 victims in their lifetime. It’s a progressive disorder. They’re never satisfied.”

Who is Ralph Underwager?
Ralph Underwager was an American psychologist who rose to prominence as a defense witness for adults accused of child sexual abuse in the 1980s and 1990s.
Ralph Underwager is also a cofounder of the False Memory Syndrome Foundation. (FMSF) The FSMF was founded by Peter Freyd and his wife and stepsister Paula. Peter was accused by his daughter Jennifer of having abused her during her childhood. (Jennifer is a renowned psychologist now: she laid the basis of Betrayal Trauma Theory and is also coined the term DARVO, a gaslighting behavior found in perpetrators of wrong doing(often sexual offenders) who are being held accountable for their actions.) Peter essentially made up a syndrome to counter his daughter’s claims: he stated that his daughter’s memory was inaccurate and had been ‘invented’ during therapy. His PR-campaign was so successful, with the help of other psychologists and pseudo-skeptics, that the idea of False Memory Syndrome penetrated the media, the legal system, the science of psychology, etc… Peter is a mathematics professor and holds no degree in psychology.
What was the impact of this nefarious foundation?
In 1991, the year before the formation of the FMSF, more than 80 percent of news coverage in the popular press about child sexual abuse was weighted toward histories of survivors and the nature of childhood trauma. However, by 1994 more than 80 percent of news coverage had begun to focus on “false” accusations and the newly coined concept of “false memory syndrome” (Stanton, 1997)
What is False Memory Syndrome? Is it backed up by science?
In short the FSMF claims that false memories can be implanted by therapists through the use of certain therapies (which they call Recovered Memory Therapy, a misnomer and a catch-all term) after which the patient starts to believe that the ‘false memories’ are true. False Memory Syndrome is not backed up by science. It is not included in the DSM. FSMF members do not believe in repressed memories, that can show up later in life: for them all so called recovered memories are false. Science has shown however that dissociation (a more scientific name for a process of coping with trauma that can include amnesia of the traumatic events) does occur in cases of trauma, sometimes patients even develop a severe form of this, aka Dissociated Identity Disorder, a disorder whereby the patient’s psyche is split in different personas with different memories, behaviors, etc… DID is scientifically backed up and is in the DSM, False Memory Syndrome is not.
Dissociation *has been described as one of a constellation of symptoms experienced by some victims of multiple forms of childhood trauma, including physical, psychological, and sexual abuse.[18][19] This is supported by studies which suggest that dissociation is correlated with a history of trauma.[20]…*Symptoms of dissociation resulting from trauma may include depersonalization, psychological numbing, disengagement, or amnesia regarding the events of the abuse.
However, as a PR-machine, the FMSF did an excellent job. FMS is a tactic to make people doubt victim testimonies, if those testimonies came from memories that were found out through therapy (whether it is hypnosis, sodium amytal, talking, etc…). It is almost always assumed that those memories are false and implanted by the therapist. This is also the reason that Mary Fisher wants to sell the story that Jordan Chandler got sodium amytal; if true, his testimony wouldn’t have meant anything in court.

Ralph Underwager also founded another group named VOCAL (Victims of Child Abuse Laws).
VOCAL claimed 3000 members in 100 chapters across America.[3] VOCAL members picketed hospitals, courts and social service departments who they characterized as staffed by "Gestapo-like" "fanatics", "quacks and zealots" who remove children solely based on "rumors."[4] Throughout the 1980s and 1990s, VOCAL made several attempts to have legislation passed that would limit the powers of child protection services. Nationally, VOCAL campaigned to lift the burden of proof in child protection cases to a criminal standard.[5] … VOCAL criticized child abuse prevention programs*, claiming that they create sexually aware children who might misinterpret innocent touch from an adult.*[7]

Things Underwager has claimed in his capacity as an expert psychologist.

In 1988, Dr. Anna Salter, a renowned clinical psychologist, received a grant from the New England Commissioners of Child Welfare Agencies to study the research methods and conclusions of often-quoted apparent backlash psychologists Ralph Underwager and Hollida Wakefield.11 When Salter published her treatise entitled “Accuracy of Expert Testimony in Child Sexual abuse Cases,” about Underwager and Wakefield’s scientific methods (or lack thereof), Salter made very specific and detailed findings indicating that Underwager and Wakefield cite research that “simply does not say what they say it does,” *maintain positions as factual “when there is no research evidence to substantiate their claims,” “simply ignored contrary evidence,” “make numerous logical errors,” and use citations that “are so filled with errors it is difficult to find many of them.” Worse, she found that “*the inaccuracies were uniformly in the service of strengthening Underwager and Wakefield’s case against children who report child sexual abuse” (Salter, 1988).
What does Underwager do? Does he address Salter’s points in a paper of his own to refute her allegations? No. He files ethical complaints about Salter’s study and sues her for defamation.
Wakefield complained about Salter’s study to the Ethics Committee of the American Psychological Association which voted unanimously in July 1989 to dismiss the complaint against her “as entirely without merit” (Salter, 1998).
Underwager and Wakefield then filed a defamation suit in United States District Court against Salter and others who had “come to believe” that “Underwager is a hired gun who makes a living by deceiving judges about the state of medical knowledge and thus assisting child molesters to evade punishment” (Salter, 1998, p. 20)12
Ralph Underwager made a lot of money as an expert witness for the defense. He attributed a great deal to the effort of silencing victims or questioning their testimonies.

Ralph Underwager was forced to resign from the advisory board of the FMSF and end his career as an expert witness because of an interview he gave to a pro-pedophilia magazine. The article appeared in "Moving Forward: A Newsjournal for Adult Survivors of Childhood Sexual Abuse and Their Supporters", a series of excerpts from an interview he and Hollida Wakefield—his wife and also an FMFS advisory board member—had given to a non-refereed, pro-pedophilia pseudo-academic publication, Paidika: The Journal of Paedophilia. In the Paidika interview Underwager was asked "Is choosing paedophilia for you a responsible choice for the individual?", Underwager responded,
Certainly it is responsible. What I have been struck by as I have come to know more about and understand people who choose paedophilia is that they let themselves be too much defined by other people. That is usually an essentially negative definition. Paedophiles spend a lot of time and energy defending their choice. I don't think that a paedophile needs to do that. Paedophiles can boldly and courageously affirm what they choose. They can say that what they want is to find the best way to love. I am also a theologian and as a theologian, I believe it is God's will that there be closeness and intimacy, unity of the flesh, between people. A paedophile can say: "This closeness is possible for me within the choices that I've made." Paedophiles are too defensive. They go around saying, "You people out there are saying that what I choose is bad, that it's no good. You're putting me in prison, you're doing all these terrible things to me. I have to define my love as being in some way or other illicit." What I think is that paedophiles can make the assertion that the pursuit of intimacy and love is what they choose. With boldness, they can say, "I believe this is in fact part of God's will." They have the right to make these statements for themselves as personal choices. Now whether or not they can persuade other people they are right is another matter. (quote from wikipedia)

Mary Fisher in her GQ article on Michael Jackson turns to Ralph Underwager, at a time that he already had given his interview to the Dutch pedo-magazine. Underwager is a direct link to an organization (FMSF), known for defending alleged child abusers, smearing victims and undermining their testimonies. The mention of Sodium Amytal to debunk Jordan Chandler’s statements is in line with the strategies used by this organization. The article also refers, in its footnotes, to August Piper, another member of FMSF.

Mary Fisher also wrote on the McMartin trials and the Satanic Panic of the ‘80s. Although there was evidence of abuse, other than the children’s testimony, namely medical evidence of child rape, the defendants walked away free.



TLDR: Mary A. Fisher relied for her article on statements from Ralph Underwager, a pedo-apologist and expert witness for the defense, who made a lot of money debunking the testimony of victims of CSA. He is a member of the False Memory Syndrome Foundation, a cabal of people who contributed a great deal to the defense of child sexual abusers.


https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ralph_Underwager
https://ritualabuse.us/research/memory-fms/ralph-underwage
https://davidshurter.com/retaliation-against-professionals-who-report-child-abuse-by-katherine-hine/
http://blogs.brown.edu/recoveredmemory?s=underwager

Anna Salter's account on Ralph Underwager: https://ritualabuse.us/research/memory-fms/confessions-of-a-whistle-blower-lessons-learned/
The complete Underwager interview in paidika magazine: https://spotlightonabuse.wordpress.com/2013/05/30/ralph-underwager-the-paidika-interview/
The court case: https://www.courtlistener.com/opinion/668582/ralph-underwager-and-hollida-wakefield-v-anna-salte
Similar court case (60 minutes interview; not mentioned in text): https://caselaw.findlaw.com/us-9th-circuit/1183476.html

False Memory Syndrome:
Questioning claims about the FMS epidemic. KS Pope: https://www.kspope.com/memory/memory.php
Science as careful questioning. Are claims of a False Memory Syndrome Epidemic based on empirical evidence: https://www.kspope.com/memory/science.php
Crisis or Creation. A systematic examination of FMS: https://www.tandfonline.com/doi/abs/10.1300/J070v09n03_02

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2019.09.04 12:36 Tanogram Time for a proper introduction and a bit, okay a lot, of backstory

Maybe this is an overshare, maybe I don’t need to think about the past so much, but I feel like I need to write out and reflect on my journey with alcohol as a way to let go of the things I’ve done in the past. I won’t go into detail about all of them, but I thought maybe I should share it here. I hope it’s not too long…
I’ve been using this sub as a resource for the last two months I’ve been on my sober journey and I can’t thank you all enough. To have the human connection with tons of folks who know what it’s like. I am so grateful. You are all incredible people. I’ve been lurking and posting without having told my story, and feel like now is the time. This story mentions some non-detailed possible triggers for some such as self-harm, relapse, drug use, and sexual assault, just to give a forewarning.
I can remember alcohol being present my entire life. There’s a photo of me asleep holding an unopened can of beer as a baby. It was funnier then. I remember being given a jello shot on a family vacation, stealing sips of my dad’s beer around the house when no one was looking. I had permission to drink a small glass of champagne at my oldest brother’s wedding when I was 14. My brothers and cousins snuck me into a bar when I was 15, but no one said anything because I “looked mature” for my age. There was Schnapps at friends parties in high school whose parents were cooler than mine, bottles of Bacardi and Smirnoff after prom. It wasn’t much then, but it was already escalating. I had my first blackout experience after my high school graduation at 17. It was one of the worst, and one that I don’t even like facing in my inner dialogues. When I was 18 I got drunk with my family at a New Years celebration, and it felt like a movie to me, like one of those scenes where everyone is feeling bliss and making fantastic memories and that nothing bad could ever happen. When I finally went to college, I partied a lot because you know college. It was heavy binge drinking and blackouts every weekend for a year and a half. Friends ordered me drinks in bars, I felt dangerous and exciting for breaking the law. Fast forward to January 2010, I got an underage drinking citation at 19 for having a party in our dorm room, caught by the RA’s, had to pay fines, take responsible drinking courses (which is a hilarious concept to me now) and do community service. No police involved, but it was a wake-up call for me. I quit the next day, cried to my parents about being a disappointment, and lived a strict sober (see: straight edge) and vegan lifestyle for the next two and a half years. Celebrated my 20th, 21st, and 22nd birthdays sober, drinking free soda at a casino, having vegan potlucks, having fun with friends. Life was good. I thought. All the reasons for quitting drinking then were similar to the way Annie explains why quitting is so hard in This Naked Mind. I continued on longing for a drink, wanting to fit in and be part of a bigger circle that seemed to have it figured out. I felt left out after the “I’m better than you because I don’t drink” sentiments wore off. (I have lots of opinions on straight edge culture and how it is problematic, if anyone ever wants to listen to me rant about that.) I suffered a lot in those almost three years because my sobriety wasn’t done with forgiveness and compassion. It was complete and utter restriction and self-righteousness. I am grateful for remembering all those sober experiences during that time, I just wish I was as self-aware then as I am now.

Now as I reflect on this, I realise that I was already living the life of someone with an alcohol problem. Addiction runs in my family. I’ve seen it destroy my brother's world countless times before he found sobriety. My alcoholic grandfather abused my mother and her family as they grew up, my dad has a couple of beers every day. I chose sobriety then because I thought, I’ll end up just like them. The scare tactics worked for a while, but I was in an unsatisfying relationship, engaged and terrified, will this be my life forever? No, I can learn to handle my alcohol (I clearly hadn’t learned up to this point). I was 23 at this time and I wasn’t ready to resign my life away to “boring” sobriety, a “boring” life forever. Not to mention there were other issues at hand in my relationship that led me to this conclusion, but I abruptly ended my engagement and flipped my life completely on its head. I started doing drugs (primarily weed, but pretty much anything I could get my hands on) and binge drinking (define as: relapse) with a new group of friends I met through my new job. I was having the time of my life, everything that was wrong in the last few years seemed to melt away. I lost a lot of old friends because of my behaviour. I don’t even speak to my ex-fiancé anymore. I was cold and heartless and selfish. But I didn’t care, I made the choice I wanted to and I numbed myself for the next five years. Heavily.

There’d be intermittent waves of it all catching up to me, I’d cut back, give my body a couple of week breaks here and there, but as soon as I felt better, I’d go right back to the bottle and the bowl. I’ve been in therapy most of my life, since about 14, mostly to deal with early childhood sexual assault, trauma, and growing up as a highly sensitive person with generalised anxiety and depression. I was in therapy at that time in my mid-twenties, and I wonder now what my therapist thought of my substance abuse. I had never really talked about my addiction with my therapists before. We framed it in the context of quitting smoking because I smoked at the time. Restriction and negative language makes your brain usually want to fight against it. Saying NO to cigarettes is less effective than saying, instead of smoking, I’ll have a lollipop. It makes so much sense now. My therapy wasn’t as successful then because I didn’t let it be. I didn’t want to quit all the habits that were making my life hell. I was anxious about whether or not I had a problem, but I didn’t want to look at the solution, going back to my unsatisfying life of sobriety that I had chosen to leave behind. I learned a lot about myself, about how to deal with anxiety, and how to be mindful, but I wonder if he was disappointed how I’d come in high already or how I drank a bottle of wine to myself the night before. I think about emailing him now, to tell him how many tools he’s given me to succeed, how grateful I am, how good I’m doing, but I’m not sure. It makes me nervous to think about writing that email. I want to apologise to everyone I affected during this time, but I’m not sure how to bring it up or if it even matters.

There is so much of that time period I don’t remember. I can’t remember how I felt in general because I was in a haze almost 100% of the time. But I remember the deep depression and anxiety. I remember a coworker saying to me, “You’re not an alcoholic if you haven’t started day-drinking”. Weed before work isn’t a drink, so I can’t be an addict. I let that be an excuse for why I continued binging in the evenings and all day on the weekends. I was drinking half a bottle of whiskey in one go, until it became drinking almost the whole bottle on a regular basis. I was getting high at literally every chance I could, on the way to work, on the way home from work, and in between drinks. But the things I do remember, the trauma caused by alcohol didn’t click. The shame and guilt just weren’t getting through my head that this was a problem. Ex-boyfriends screamed at me in public for my drinking problem, I woke up late for work and disappointed my bosses and coworkers almost daily, I picked fights with my friends and partners, I was so jealous and argumentative, I drove many times when I shouldn’t have, even wrecked my car (no other cars involved thank FUCK) I was roofied at a bar because I wasn’t paying attention to my drink, I was assaulted, put in sketchy sexual situations, there were blackouts, puking, pissing the bed, passing out in public places, and I self-harmed with more frequency than ever before. But I still didn’t quit drinking or using drugs.

I was completely at a loss, had finally gotten out of an abusive relationship, and started saving money to plan a big move just for some sort of change, to escape the life I had created for myself. Then I met my now-husband. We fell in love immediately. Of course over drinks, but it was always love. I moved halfway across the world to be with him and we began our life together two years ago. The drinking didn’t stop just because we were happy or in a new place. We drank more and more and held on to the bliss until it turned into deeper depressions, stupid drunken arguments, and feeling like complete and utter dog shit day after day. I had mostly quit drugs at this point, save a few parties and raves where people offered me some, but they weren’t easily accessible to me anymore. I was, however, drinking 3-6 beers on any given day, then could house a bottle of wine or two no problem, and once all that ran dry, we’d hit the liquor bottles that somehow survived in our household for more than a few days at a time. I was shocked if there was a day of the week when I hadn’t drank. It was always just about where our next drink was going to come from, can’t wait to get home so I can have a drink, I’m bored, want to go to the pub? I gained so much weight. I blew up like a balloon. I knew everyone knew it was because I was drinking so much. I was ashamed of my body, the walking proof that alcohol was taking over my life. I threw up at my own wedding reception because I drank too much. I blacked out at one of my husbands work events, fought with him the whole way home, then put my head through a wall, forced him to pry a knife out of my hands because I was about to self-harm right there in the kitchen, and then promptly passed out in the bathtub. That somehow still wasn’t the last straw.

Our last night drinking was at a club where a friends band was playing this past June. It was a typical evening, nothing special, nothing hardcore. We just got drunk, I got jealous and argumentative again, said some nasty things and after the apologies, we looked at each other just knowing it had to stop. The next morning we talked about our plan to quit drinking and we haven’t looked back since. Sobriety is the best decision we have ever made as a couple and for ourselves individually. It wasn’t easy at first, and some days still aren’t easy. I still get FOMO when I hear stories about my friends having a blast tripping and getting fucked up at music festivals or thinking about how I won’t ever get to drink sake in Japan, but then I reach for my resources and dive in and come back sure as before, knowing that it’s just not worth it and that it’s one day at a time.

Since quitting alcohol, we vacationed to a new city and spent the entire trip clear-headed and present, I celebrated my 28th birthday without a drink, socialised sober after some time regaining strength and courage, sober sex, sober love, sober dinner, sober mornings, weekends, all of it. We are both musicians and we played our first gig ever sober last month and it was such a gift to completely feel the music instead of the drink. I think about the intense joy I feel sober and that drives me forward. Sure it means that I feel the bad emotions just as intensely, but I’ve always been a person with big feelings, and I welcome them with acceptance and know that they will always pass. If anything in life has taught me that, it’s that nothing is ever permanent except death. So until I’m dead I’ll work to make my life the absolute best it can be. Being alive is actually joyful again. I’m so grateful for a partner in this experience. We are each others support system and motivational team. We love each other just as much sober. We look forward to starting a family someday, and we are celebrating his sister's wedding with support from our families this month as well. A little note was even added in the wedding invitation, “Come to this pub after the ceremony for drinks or enjoy a nonalcoholic cocktail” just for us. Feeling love to this extreme is such a blessing and I’m beyond grateful for every person who has said a positive thing to me in this journey. Thank you to them and thank you for this sub, the books, podcasts, all the materials I’ve kept in my tool belt for support.

I feel like these kinds of stories are reserved for when you’ve reached a long period of sobriety, but I’m just so fed up with that life that I don’t ever want to go back. I worry, I crave, but I’m painfully aware of all the feelings that would come with a relapse. Of course, I’m terrified it could still happen after a long period of progress, but I can’t let that get in the way of sobriety being my number 1 priority right now. Alcohol doesn't even appeal to me anymore. I’m not ungrateful for my experiences with alcohol because they have taught me exactly what I need to face my problems now. I forgive myself for my mistakes because it was the alcohol instructing my decisions instead of my smart, capable, and compassionate sober mind. As my mom says, nothing good ever comes from drinking, and I can say that all the serious mistakes I ever made were 100% linked with alcohol consumption. I feel stronger than ever and more sure of my decision to live an alcohol-free life and really believe that I won’t ever go back.

If you made here, thank you for reading, and remember that your journey is yours alone and you’re incredible for being on it. Peace and love.
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After so many years of trying to support religious tolerance, finally I just gave-up and felt such a position was meaningless. If you want to know why, here's a portion of what I shared on SamHarris.
I think, what is really necessary, is a sharper criticism of religion and more widespread, active dissent against its encroachment on our lives and the wellbeing of those who can't defend themselves. A sort of New Atheism 2.0. That may sound ridiculous and I understand that - having been a follower of Harris and Hitchens since 2007 - the term New Atheist was coined by Gary Wolf as a way of calling it an extremist form of atheism, but if its a term they fear then it is all the more useful. It has been made abundantly clear by last year alone from the Catholic Churches rape crimes against children in every country they've built Churches in, that religion is indefensible and New Atheism was entirely correct. That's not even mentioning the rape sprees by the Southern Baptist Churches in the US, Jehovah's Witnesses in Canada, or Pakistan's rape conversions of Hindu and Christian girls who are kidnapped, raped, and forced to marry their rapists officiated by the Sharia of Islam and in some cases even Pakistani law. There can be no justifying this barbarity anymore and it never should have been in modern times to begin with. I've already mentioned several times in this forum how and why my views switched back and I honestly feel contempt for having been duped so thoroughly in the mental bubble that the Western mainstream media carved, so I want to further the conversation criticizing all religions and to push for an atheistic worldview to become far more normalized. Some of you may recall many months back when I shared a draft of the book I was working on, well for those of you who were critical, you should be happy to note that I took your criticisms to heart and spent an egregious amount of time checking, re-checking, and adding citations to nearly each and every one of my points where I referenced cognitive/social psychology or philosophy throughout the entire book.
I think it's time for a New Atheism 2.0 -- or rather, it has long since been past that time. So, here is my attempt at that.
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Love the concept and agree with your sentiment, good luck with your book! 🙂 The Jehovah's Witness thing is worldwide, by the way. They have a rule where there must be 2 witnesses to the rape/molestation before anyone is encouraged to go to the authorities. If there is no 2nd witness they constantly remind the congregation that "rumours" are bad and bringing "reproach on Jehovah", as far as how the rest of society sees them, is also bad. In other words, "everyone please stfu". It's a paedophiles paradise, sadly, and yes I'm all for removing things like that from our society where possible.
Apart from all the paedophilia though, I see another issue that has a much larger impact on our society. An issue that is not overly apparent because the only way to notice it is to envisage what our society would be like without religious belief, which can be a difficult thing to do for some people.
If I were to say something like that to a theist, their immediate response is usually something like, "it would be a depraved society where anything goes! There would be murder, rape and chaos everywhere you look!"
The reason most theist respond this way is due to their afterlife beliefs. The afterlife they know is so ingrained in their psyche, it is very difficult for them to truly imagine a world where nobody believed in any afterlife, and the effect that would have on society. The effect I'm talking about of course is empathy. And I'm talking the real, genuine kind of empathy. Not some fake kind of empathy where you're doing nice things because you were told you have to so that you may receive a reward. No, I'm talking the kind of empathy where you know every other living creature is experiencing the only shot at life they will ever have, and so you treat them accordingly.
Our society would be completely different and 100x better without any belief of afterlife.
Right now, 20,000 humans, men women and children, die every single day, just from starvation alone. Many more when you consider things like lack of basics such as shelter or access to clean drinking water.
I think we could get that number to zero if every person on this planet realised that no, the starving children do NOT go to a better place, that their shot at life is now over and that brief, miserable experience was it for them.
But how do I know there's no afterlife? There could be, right? I guess so, but there is no evidence at all for any kind of afterlife claim. So why view our society from the perspective that there might be? Is it better to allow suffering to continue because there may be compensation for those who suffer after die, or should we take things a little more seriously because realistically this is probably all there is for them?
I was also going to talk about how we are all tax slaves due to our gullibility when it comes to afterlife and our complacency when it comes to throwing away 30% of the only lives we will ever experience, and how afterlife teachings are what earn tax exemptions for religions... but this is getting out of hand, I'm starting to write a book here myself 😂
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2019.06.17 18:03 bellends OCD and working memory: “Forgetting what you have checked”

Hi friends! I’m here to talk to you about our Lord and Saviour: working memory. I searched the subreddit and whilst it’s been mentioned sporadically, I didn’t see a master post of it so here goes. To some of you, this will be old news, but hopefully for some of you, this will be incredibly useful (as it has been for me). This is also a motherfreaking Goliath-sized post so I apologise in advance for that.
I’m also going to say that I am not a psychiatrist or a medical professional in any way. I will use sources/citations and I do know what I’m saying in an informal sense because it’s regarding a condition (conditions?) that I am living with, but please do not take my words for gospel. If you are curious, please consult medical literature or speak to a professional for more information. I will also happily edit this post if any more-clued-up-people chime in in the comments.
I came across this subreddit not because of an OCD diagnosis/suspicion but because of a different diagnosis that I got at the age of 20 - a learning disability. I’d always been a good student but I was awful in any kind of exam setting and didn’t pay a lot of attention in class. I was away with the fairies, head in the clouds, a space cadet, whatever cutesy expression you want to apply to someone who has A rEaLLy AcTiVe iMaGiNaTiOn. Nonetheless, I made it to university, and was doing a STEM subject which included laboratory hours. We’d spend 2.5 hours doing an experiment with an 0.5 hour at the end of assessment, where we had to present what we had done and why we had done it and how we had done it etc. I always performed well with my work but I... never really responded well at this verbal section that was basically a Q&A. How did I calibrate the what? Sorry? Oh, you mean... uh... wait, what was the question? Fuck, I just answered how I did X but actually they asked how I did Y! Panic panic panic.
After about a semester, one of the lab assistants pulled me aside and had a little word with me. He said “OP, you clearly know what you’re doing but... you really suck at answering the questions. I can tell you know the answer but you orbit around it for a while before you get to it. Have you ever been tested for a specific learning disability (SLD) like dyslexia or ADHD?”
Uh, what? Psht. No?? My spelling is great! And I can totally focus. No thank you, not needed. But he insisted, and explained that adult dyslexia etc isn’t about spelling or whatever 1990s stereotypes might be in your head, but they’re much broader than that. It’s more about how you process information in general; how you think about things; what makes you short circuit. He strongly recommended I at least entertained the idea, and redirected me to the Learning Centre on campus that let me do an initial test for free... so I rolled my eyes and went.
(Trust me, I’ll come back to how this relates to OCD soon!)
Several tests and psychiatrist meetings later: oh boy was I wrong. I don’t have ADHD and I don’t have dyslexia but I do have something that both ADHD and dyslexia have in common: a severe deficiency in something called working memory.
What is working memory? I’m going to paraphrase because I’m not a psychiatrist (so anyone who is and wants to comment, please do)... but in a nutshell: you have your long term memory which is about things a long time ago and you have your short term memory which is about things from a short time ago. But what about things that you have to remember as they are happening? For example, if someone is giving you directions to the bathroom, you have to hold on to the memory of those directions as you execute them. As you walk down the hall and to the left, you have to remember that it WAS to the left and not to the right and not through the ceiling and not upside down. Or if you’re doing maths and you want to do (2x3)+4 then you have to say that 2x3=6 and REMEMBER that this is 6 as you add on the number 4 to make 10. See what I mean? It’s the information you have to hold on to as you use it. A good example of working memory is taking a string of numbers — let’s say 8, 2, and 5 — and rearranging them into order of smallest to largest. So close your eyes, and think of 8, 2, and 5... then put them in the right order: 2, 5, 8. What you just did used your working memory, because you had to remember the original string of numbers whilst manipulating them and creating a new string... kind of like layers of information.
Working memory also comes into reading. Working memory is what makes it easier to process information laid out like this:
Compared to:
Billy and Betty, whom have been friends since childhood, decide one twilighted summer’s eve to embark on an adventure by venturing up the tallest mountain’s peak in their county, which happens to be 220 metres tall, even though the particular trail that they will trek is only at an altitude of 68.2 m above sea level, and they are adamant to do this because they are both utterly fascinated with the idea that the day’s close can be physically observed in a dancing array of scattered, reddened light because Billy is actually somewhat colourblind and... etc
You can imagine your working memory as a shelf. If you have space for 100 books, then once you get to 101 books, something’s got to go in order to make room for the new book. So 1 book goes. If you have 120 books, 20 books go. When you read long sentences, words and words (books and books) are being added to your working memory (shelf)... but if it’s too many words (books) then they don’t all fit. You’re having to hold on to all of them at once because you don’t know how the sentence is ending yet, so you start to run out of space. Since you don’t know how the sentence ends yet, you have to hold on to the first word you read so you can make sense of it’s a whole. Only once the sentences concludes can you clear all that and start on a fresh, empty bookshelf. But in a long sentence, things pile up, and by the end of the sentence, you forgot the first half because you had to drop those memory books.
(I really do swear this is related to OCD, just bear with me)
In case my explanation doesn’t make loads of sense, this website is aimed at the general public, teachers, and parents, and it does an awesome job describing it. I encourage everyone to read it in full as it gives some real-world examples, but for the sake of this post, I’ll copy and paste some sections:
Working memory is our ability to store information temporarily while our brain is busy with a different task. We use our working memory to learn language, solve problems, and complete countless other tasks. Our capacity for working memory is limited and if we break our attention or overload the memory system, we can lose some of the information stored there. For students who have working memory deficits, such as those with learning disabilities, losing the information that was stored in the working memory can be a huge obstacle to learning.
Working memory is a theoretical model (Baddeley & Hitch, 1974) that explains how we can store information for the short-term without having to put it into long-term memory and decide which information to encode to long term memory. Keeping information in our working memory is incredibly important when learning new concepts. For example, while students may have the steps of long division recorded in long term memory, they may also need to store the instructions of the teacher while solving a math problem.
Working memory is similar to our concept of short term memory, but it is different in important ways. Working memory is the capacity to store information while doing other cognitively draining tasks (Gathercole, Alloway, Willis, & Adams, 2006). When researchers want to measure working memory they may use a task such as asking a student to evaluate the meaning of a series of sentences and remembering the last word of each sentence (e.g., Daneman & Carpenter, 1980).
According to Baddeley’s model, there are four components of working memory that all have separate jobs. Three of the components are “slave systems” in which we automatically and temporarily store sound and image sensory information. The fourth system, the central executive, is different from the slave systems because its use is effortful and strategic.
Phonological loop. Have you ever had to remember a phone number for a few seconds while you searched your desk for a pen to write it down? You likely repeated the number to yourself until you could jot it down. When you keep auditory information in your mind, you use your phonological loop to retain the order of the phone digits. When we hear words spoken, we can hold the sound of the words in a part of our working memory called the phonological store. Usually we can only keep the sound-based information for a few seconds. If we need to remember something longer than a few seconds, the articulatory control process works as an inner voice, repeating the information on a loop.
Visuo-spatial sketch pad. Not only do we store temporary information in sound form, we also store visual and spatial information to our working memory in our visuo-spatial sketchpad, also referred to as visual-spatial sketchpad (Baddeley & Hitch, 1974). The visuo-spatial sketchpad updates and accesses information in our long-term memory as well, which makes it perfect for remembering the layout of your classroom and the number of bushes in the backyard. If you were asked how many cupboard doors you have in your kitchen, you would likely create a mental image of your kitchen and then count the doors.
Episodic buffer. The episodic buffer works as a back-up memory system that can store both visuo-spatial and phonological information in “episodes” of information.
Central Executive. The three slave systems of the working memory (phonological loop, visuo-spatial sketch pad, and episodic buffer) are all controlled by the central executive. The central executive decides which information is more important for working memory. Baddeley (1986) explained the role of the central executive by comparing it to a boss of a company. Like a boss, the central executive collects information from various sources, determines which tasks require the most attention, and allocates resources as required.
Maybe you can see where this is going...
To summarise: if you don’t have a good working memory, it definitely affects you in an academic environment. Reading, writing, processing, etc. You might also struggle to:
...
Yeah, GUESS WHAT? A lot of literature is saying that a lack of working memory is SUPER related to OCD. SURPRISEEEEE!
May I interest you in some abstracts?
”Working memory dysfunction in obsessive-compulsive disorder: a neuropsychological and functional MRI study.”
https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/m/pubmed/19081580/
Previous neuropsychological studies indicate that OCD subtypes such as checking rituals might be associated with a working memory deficit. [...] Our results suggested that symptom severity and symptom subtype such as obsessions/checking might affect neuropsychological dysfunction and related brain activities.
”Working memory capacity and suppression of intrusive thoughts”
https://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/pii/S0005791604000965
We sought to show that individual differences in working memory capacity are related to the ability to intentionally suppress personally relevant intrusive thoughts, and that this effect cannot be explained by differences in negative mood. [...] Better performance on a measure of working memory capacity (OSPAN) was related to having fewer intrusions in the suppression condition but was unrelated to number of intrusions in the expression condition, suggesting a specific association with attempts to inhibit unwanted thoughts.
"Forgetting what you have checked: A link between working memory impairment and checking behaviors in obsessive-compulsive disorder" (yes I stole this post's title from this paper)
https://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/pii/S0924933811001167
Compulsive checking behaviors are common in obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD). Several authors have suggested that these checking rituals could be related to memory deficits. [...] This work demonstrates that checking behavior in OCD is linked to a general reduction of the patients’ verbal and visuospatial working memory span.
”Spatial working memory deficits in obsessive compulsive disorder are associated with excessive engagement of the medial frontal cortex”
http://scholar.google.fscholar_url?url=http://www.academia.edu/download/45970954/Spatial_working_memory_deficits_in_obses20160526-19227-19spdw5.pdf&hl=sv&sa=X&scisig=AAGBfm1kQvguFb2b19dTyrYwb17a8tGtlA&nossl=1&oi=scholar
Recent studies have shown that obsessive compulsive disorder (OCD) is associated with a specific deficit in spatial working memory, especially when task difficulty (i.e., working memory load) is high.
”Working Memory Deficits In Obsessive Compulsive Disorder”
http://medind.nic.in/daa/t12/i2/daat12i2p338.pdf
Background: Cognitive deficits could be functioning as an intermediate variable between neurological abnormalities and OCD symptoms. There is lack of such data in our country. Aim : To assess the cognitive functioning of a group of patients with OCD and a group of matched normal controls using Spatial Working Memory Test (SWMT). [...] Conclusions : On SWMT, OCD patients showed significant impairment.
”Neural correlates of working memory deficits and associations to response inhibition in obsessive compulsive disorder.”
https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/m/pubmed/29159055/
Previous research in patients with obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD) has indicated performance decrements in working memory (WM) and response inhibition. [...] Results from behavioral and fMRI-analyses indicate a reduced WM load-dependent modulation of neural activity in OCD and suggest a common neural mechanism for inhibitory dysfunction and WM decrements in OCD.
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This post has become incredibly long but I just wanted to share this piece of information, because whilst academia has established a link, I haven’t seen a lot of references between the overlap of these two when I’ve read general-public-aimed literature on them separately. I’ve read a lot about OCD that doesn’t mention working memory and I’ve read a lot about working memory that doesn’t mention OCD. So your average person might not know about these two diagnoses.
When I was diagnosed with a deficient working memory, I was so relieved. Academically, I realised it meant I wasn’t stupid just because I couldn’t read a lot of texts — but personally, since intrusive thoughts were mentioned to me by the psychiatrist that evaluated me (as a reason to why it’s hard to focus on reading), I had several years where I thought “gee whiz, sure weird how this working memory thing makes me obsess over getting violently killed / my loved ones violently dying suddenly / panic about touching the “stop” button on the bus in case it has germs / insert other classic OCD symptom I’ve struggled with my whole life!!” And I wasn’t wrong per se, but... realising that it’s actually my working memory manifesting itself as OCD (or vice versa) has actually made both feel less intimidating. Knowing that there is a specific algorithm in my brain that is probably causing these panicky thoughts makes it easier to objectively criticise them. And also by knowing what that algorithm is; that is, loosely, an inability to send signals to reassure your brain that danger isn’t nearby, you haven’t forgotten something important, and that little sensory input you just registered isn’t anything to overanalyse. So with this knowledge, when I have an obsessive thought or compulsion, I can at least TRY to think “is this real or is just a thought that is being treated as real?” And whilst it doesn’t make them less difficult to deal with, it does give reassurance that I’m not a horrible person or that I’m slowly going clinically insane (and reassurance is, of course, what we’re all seeking blindly like zombies so... that’s nice).
This is such a long post. I’m sorry. On a final note, I will share this comment by TheBirminghamBear because I think it’s maybe important for those of us who struggle with intrusive thoughts to read. I’m quoting it here and tagging the user but I’ll put a link to the comment itself here (so you can go give it the upvotes it deserves). It’s actually about ADHD which — SECOND SURPRISE! — is also associated with working memory and is also very common to have along with OCD.
This goes well in hand with another article released this year (sorry I can't find the link to it) that said the biggest cause of procrastination is an inability to navigate or mitigate the negative emotions associated with doing a thing. It also explains much of what we see in people presenting with ADHD.
Procrastination and a difficulty regulating emotions are two hallmark characteristics, which it increasingly seems are one in the same.
In people without executive impairment, it would make sense that mindfulness, [a kind of meditation] which is the brain calling attention to itself, is much like a person consciously exercising the muscle of its executive function; analyzing and scrutinizing the signals coming from the various circuits and choosing one and muting others.
It also reminds me of a case study with a man who watched a violent movie and was then consumed with thoughts of murdering his girlfriend. These thoughts consumed him and made him convinced he was evil or bad or wrong.
But after seeing a cognitive behavioral therapist, they made the conclusion that quote the contrary, it was because those thoughts disturbed him so much, and because he gave them so much weight and attention, that they recurred and disturbed him.
The reality is our brain is vast and full of a myriad of random thoughts and impulses, some dark, but our executive function is the switchboard that chooses what we think and what we disregard. That is the reflection of who we are. We have this fallacy wherein we think the deepest thoughts are the most real; that people who have private thoughts but do not act on them are hiding their true self; but nothing is less true. It is who we choose to be and what we choose not to be and not to give weight to that is the best reflection of our self.
TLDR
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2019.06.16 16:00 concerned_squirtle Full translation of the 'Truth' lore (X-Post from r/DestinyTheGame)

This is a continuation from my previous post where I outlined the translation of “‘Velask, kelekh.’ He murmurs. ‘Nankemrak’”. This translation will be included within this post, so don’t worry about having to seek it out.
This will be a complete translation of all Eliksni in the ‘Truth’ lore piece. Pieces will be based off lore, with citations/sources listed at the bottom.
Something I neglected to mention in my last post was that while Sarsion’s efforts are undeniable as incredible work, we can’t take it to be a definitive dictionary, as it is based off ear alone, not actual written fallen speak itself. As such some words may be different in writing than as he puts them, as well is it having it's own issues due to the state of Fallen language being sketchy at best.
I will be including all the words I translate here at the bottom, however I wouldn't recommend just skipping to it as there are number of ways you can interpret the Fallen text.
An additional basic translation will also be at the bottom; however I wouldn’t recommend skipping straight to it as there are several possible ways some of these words can be translated.

Primer

Before we head into the actual translation, we need to first understand the context within which the language takes place.
First, societally:
The fallen are in a pretty shit place. They’ve lost homes, they’ve lost family, armies, kells, everything that they ever were, gone. There society has gone from cultural cornerstone to fragmented, broken pieces of a race. As a result, we can assume their language has done the same, turning into short, snappy pieces of lexis meant to be barked down a radio to communicate in as little time as possible.
We can also assume that their language is fragmented and broken as well, and though some have debated it, the idea that Fallen language is made of several fragmented sections strung together to create words is a strong one.
Second, word order:
If we go in chronological order and assume that fallen language does the same, and we aren’t dealing with an ‘Arrival’ situation where the language works in a circular manner, then we can assume that the language is heading in the order of ‘Subject, Verb, Object’.
If we look at previous translations of Eliksni language, for example again Sarsion’s translation of https://static.ishtar-collective.net/errata/audioclip2.mp3 which means according to Variks, ‘House of Wolves will stand forever’. The order in which he says it in straight Eliksni is ‘elovos dradado goden’, which translated means ‘the wolves all rise, will of time’ (will meaning ‘they will’ and such ‘they will over time’ is the expanded meaning.) The order here is ‘The wolves’ – Subject, ‘all rise’ – Verb, ‘will of time’ – Object. After comparing this to other translated segments, this is consistent, and as such the fallen language can be seen to follow standard English grammatical structure.
And finally punctuation:
Little to no punctuation will be present in Fallen language, barring commas and full stops to indicate pauses in speech. This is, I believe, a result of the lack of permanence of these features. Pauses and stopping speaking are a universal aspect of language, but features such as semi-colons and apostrophes are luxuries afforded only by those with the need and power to shape their own language, something the Fallen lost long ago, leaving their language near animalistic in nature and purpose. Another reason for this to be so is because individual ideas are contained in separate words, with spacing only used to indicate a separate idea or thought. This is an idea that stems originally from Chinese and Mayan script, which didn’t use punctuation due to the nature of the idea being contained entirely within a single glyph. This can translate to Fallen, where each ‘word’ takes the place of a glyph, representing a complete idea, with the individual strokes inside the glyph determining the ‘shape’ or thoughts making up the idea. Therefore each space between the words represents the separation of each idea from the next.
I’d like to point out due to the nature of fallen language’s word structure and sentence formatting operating in a different way to ours, some of the ways I end up referring to Fallen language may be confusing. For example, a relatively simple term ‘Velask’, to mean ‘Hello’, turns into ‘Vel’ and ‘ask’. Both of these are Fallen words, but Velask is also what we would call a word in our traditional English view of how words work. As a result, we may need to come up with new Fallen ways to refer to the individual Fallen aspects of a whole word, a name for the whole word, and then a name for the sentence itself.
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“Vel” and “Npariimoqilum”

I’ve been dreading returning to this for the reason of Npariimoqilum alone, but first, we must look to Sarsion’s dictionary to begin.
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‘Vel’
None of the words here have meaning according to this dictionary
‘Npariimoqilum’
None of the words here have meaning according to this dictionary
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Well that doesn’t bode well.
Luckily we do have some basis for our first word, ‘Vel’. As you can see we don’t really have much to go off of, so we may have to draw our own conclusions here. Starting with ‘Velask’, we see this section of a word is mentioned once before with the dreaming city book lore ‘Misraaks’, which reads:
‘She taps two fingers against her cuirass. "Sjur," she says slowly, then she points at him.
Honor-bound even as he simmers in scandal, he replies, "Misraaks. Velask, Si-yu-riks."
"Mithrax," she repeats, then grins. "Velask, Mithrax. And welcome! Let's have a look about, shall we?"’
Here we see it being used in the form of a formal greeting.
There is a possibility that just as ‘Vel’ it means ‘Close other’, with ‘Velask’ meaning ‘other’, similar to the Japanese honorifics changing to indicate closeness, or a ‘Friendly other’, based off its shortened use in this text, and so Sjur’s use here is to call out to Mithrax, with it’s meaning as a less formal way of saying Velask is consistent, though this fails to provide proper explanation for it’s use, as well as placing a significant complication amidst an otherwise confusing language.
This is of course assuming that Sjur has not mispronounced the Eliksni, however for the sake of simplicity, and based off the amount of time the two have clearly had together, we must assume she can say simple words to refer to the other correctly. She also says ‘Npariimoqilum’, a very complicated sounding word, and as such we must assume she has correctly learned Eliksni, given her knack for picking up Fallen speech, as seen in the ‘Misraaks’ lore, where she learns ‘Velask’ quickly (we also say this for the sake of simplicity.)
Now we need to begin with Npariimoqilum. We can thankfully sort it into two sections, ‘Npariimo’ and ‘qilum’. This is because we can see the addition ‘qilum’ on the end of another word in the truth lore, when Mithrax responds “’Res kaqilum? Psekisk.”’ Here we can see a through-line of the fact that both are phrased as a question. Something to note from the context is that, as I outlined, Fallen language contains little to no punctuation, and as such the phrasing of a question is done, instead of as in English, uptalk at the end of a sentence, through the inclusion of a unique piece of lexis, ‘qilum’.
Due to that fact that the text here is written, we cannot hear the actual sound that Mithrax or Sjur is making here. I would guess that Sjur is likely making use of uptalk while Mithrax is not due to the fact that Sjur may still be used to the use of uptalk to indicate a question, due to it’s presence almost universally in language, and as such, unlike simple pronunciation, it may take her some time to adjust. As a bit of support for this, we can see that whenever Variks is indicating a question, he hedges a ‘yes’ to the end of the sentence. For example – ‘"Impress me, yes? Fight and win!"’
Here Variks is making use of a rhetorical question, and importantly, didn’t open the statement with anything close to ‘If you want to’ or anything similar that would prompt a question in English, but rather he waited until the end of the sentence, which makes sense given that in a typical Fallen accent, indication of a question would be placed at the end of the sentence rather than at the start, due to the Fallen language being mostly based around suffixes.
(Something important to note is that Variks was ‘putting on’ a fallen accent, in order to appear harmless to the Awoken, as stated by Spider.)
This is also very similar to Traditional Chinese as well, as question ‘words’ are placed at the tail end of a sentence in the place of the subject, for example: ‘我 是 MUP’ means ‘Wǒ shì MUP/I am MUP’, and when converted to a question this will become ‘你 是 谁?’ or ‘Nǐ shì shéi?/Who are you’ in a direct translation this looks more like ‘You are who?’. This is because the subject, the name, is replaced with the question word, ‘谁’ or ‘shéi’. This calls to mind a debate on whether qilum indicates a question mark, or if it is a question word in itself, similar to Traditional Chinese as mentioned above, but always placed at the end.
Sadly as both Mithrax and Sjur are referring to the same thing, we can’t make any assumptions until we see other Fallen questions in action outside of this context. Until then, our working hypothesis will have to be that ‘qilum’ is a universal question word, and as such functions as a question mark, with no variation for typical human ideas of ‘Where’, ‘What’, ‘Why’ etc.
Back to the other end of the quote with ‘Npariimo’. Clearly this a standard fallen portmanteau, as nearly all their words are, so let’s begin splitting it up. First, I think it’s fair to say that the dual ‘i’ in the middle is a product of a word merger as when pronounced, even with a Fallen accent, the I’s merge together, therefore we can assume that at least two sections are ‘Npari’ and ‘imo’. Due to the standard Fallen word being two consonants and a syllable, ‘imo’ is likely a single word, with ‘Npari’ becoming ‘Npa’ and ‘Ri’. After spending a very long time trawling through fallen speech, I’ve yet to find any usage of any of these terms. A list of the places I have searched will be available at the bottom for anyone interested
Now that we have the specific words, we now need to look at the context to see if we can have an idea about what they could possibly mean. First we have to take what we assume it to be at face value, Sjur asking why Mithrax is not taking part in searching the battlefield. The issue we have now is that we cannot apply any of our generic take on how fallen words operate and apply them to this text, since without any repeated or even similar language use really anywhere in Destiny lore, we have very little to go on, and unlike in Arrival, we can’t just ask a fallen for them to use the language in another context so we can have a clear idea.
As a result, everything I’m about to say should not be taken as gospel. This is an individual perspective on how this MAY be translated. We will have to wait until future Fallen language is present, at which point we can confirm or deny the legitimacy of this translation.
So first, we need to find any words that share similarity with any of the individual fallen words. First, returning to Sarsion’s dictionary and his YouTube video, we see one of the only words beginning with ‘m’ which may have a connection to ‘mo’ is ‘ma’, which he says functions as a connective word. After rewatching the clip in which Skolas demonstrates this, it does sound more like a ‘me’ sound to me, however this is down to interpretation. I would posit that mo could be another variation of this word, used in order in a way similar to ‘so?’ However, the issues here are that we cannot draw inherent comparison based off a similarity. For example in English, ‘cue’ means to give a signal for something to occur, whereas ‘queue’, despite sounding the exact same, means to line up. The same is also true for written text, where comma and coma have only a letters difference, and yet are totally apart, or kelp and help etc. Therefore extrapolating from similarity as I’m doing here has clear problems.
So instead if we go in with the base idea that every word is new and as such, needs to be translated/written/extrapolated by me first. So to do this, first we take the assumed meaning and break it down into the actual meaning. For example the assumed meaning is ‘Not taking part in the search’ with qilum serving as the indicator that this is a question. Using this concept, we realise that there is the presence of a negative ‘Not’, that is unaccounted for, due to the lack of the knowledge of fallen negatives to begin with. So, I would put forward the idea that ‘imo’ is this negative, and it serves as a prefix to the suffix of ‘qilum’ to indicate that this is a ‘why not’ rather than a ‘why’. So from here we can assume that ‘Npari’ has to mean ‘search’ or ‘battlefield’ in some way.
Now both of these are strong contenders, as ‘Npari’ is a relatively short term for the fallen, which would indicate that it is of relative importance to them, compared to something like ‘Elovos’ to mean ‘Wolves’, as in ‘House of Wolves’ one of the main Fallen houses, which ends up numbering at over 6 letters, compared to this words 5. Now as a result, I think the word is more likely to mean ‘search’. This is mostly contextual, as Sjur would be more likely to be referring to the search rather than the battlefield. There is a point to be made that Sjur is saying both ‘search’ and ‘battlefield’, but there may be almost too complicated for the 5 letters. So now that we have ‘search’ for our word, we can safely assume that ‘Npari’ is to mean ‘search’, or at least ‘Npa’ does, with ‘ri’ serving as an unknown suffix. If we see ‘ri’ again, we may be able to draw new conclusions.

"Res kaqilum? Psekisk."

Now this is a fun one. First we have the use of ‘Res’ as it’s own individual word section. Now this is the first time in any Fallen lore that we have seen a space be used in Fallen speech outside of the context of a greeting and the actual context of the speech. This means that the difference in thought from ‘Res’ and ‘kaqilum’ must be significant, or ‘Res’ is a new form of greeting we have yet to see. There is a possibility that ‘Res’ is an informal way of responding to ‘Vel’, however this is unlikely in the minimalist nature of Fallen speech, as their language operates to the point where even spaces between most words are considered extraneous. This means that for there to be a space here it must be for a special reason. First I think establishing what each of the word sections mean is an important thing to do for us to come to understand why this space is here. First we have the simple. Our friend ‘qilum’ is back again, being used to indicate a question. The subject of the question, therefore, must be ‘ka’. ‘Ka’ according to Sarsion’s dictionary, means ‘to burn’ or an injury caused by fire. I would call the validity of this into question, however there are a number of varieties of ‘Ka…’ that Sarsion puts forward, such as ‘Kan’, ‘Kar’ and ‘Kas’. However I would say that the meaning of ‘ka’ may need to be expanded with the idea of ‘ka’ itself meaning ‘an individual burning in fire’ rather than just an injury. This would make ‘kaqilum’ mean ‘Them burning?’.
Now with this in hand, we can decipher what ‘Res’ means. I believe it means ‘I’, or referral to the self. This would explain the space between Res and Kaqilum, as it would make sense that Mithrax would consider himself separate from the others of his kind due to the nature of his allegiance and friendship with Sjur. There is very little support for this empirically, with Fallen rarely using words beginning with R to begin with, except when shouting ‘RAAAHH’ when attacking you with a melee attack. However due to little other explanations existing to explain this, we have to rely on this. Finally we come to ‘Psekisk’.
‘Pse’ is a term we see a similar version of used in the Misraak’s lore book, where Mithrax refers to himself as ‘the surliest psakiks sack this side of the Great Machine’. While I’d love to get into translating the full lore tab, sticking just to its usage here as an insult (though self-directed) shows that the prefix of ‘Ps’ indicates something bad, or useless. As a result we must assume that ‘Pse’ is a variant on this, with ‘kiks’ meaning something unique that I would rather not get into for the sake of brevity. However the ‘e’ may be simply be it in action as a definite article, per Sarsion’s definition. If this is the case, ‘ps’ is serving as an indicator to the nature of ‘kisk’, which when we analyse ‘kisk’ makes sense.
According to Sarsion’s dictionary, ‘Kis’ means ‘To apply strength’. Now while this would be an easy explanation, there is an additional ‘k’ at the end of the word. Based off the Fallen’s love of suffixes, we must assume that there is some meaning to it. My assumption is that the ‘K’, due to it’s nature here as a glottal stop, is functioning as a way of indicating that the strength is wasted, as if the ‘Kis’ is the applied force that is stopped by the ‘k’. This would mean that ‘Kisk’ as a whole would equal to ‘wasted strength’. Now this is a long shot, however we have little else to go on for this statement.
Overall the combination of ‘Pse’ and ‘kisk’ means ‘Wasted effort’ with ‘pse’ indicating that the effort is not just wasted, but uselessly or stupidly wasted.
Therefore in this statement Mithrax is outlining the idea that him being with the Fallen as they burn is pointless, since they would not allow him to help them, and it would just serve to make them feel angry and dishonoured.

"Variisis,”

Now there is a very complicated explanation for every aspect of this word and… I’m kidding, it means ‘Unyielding’. Shuro Chi explains during a pilgrimage patrol in a shrine to Sjur Eido that the Fallen would call her "Siyuriks pak Variisis", meaning ‘Sjur the Unyielding’. There is more to this word, however for the sake of not burdening you with more translation, I’ve saved it for my translation of ‘Variks’ at the bottom. Mithrax here is saying ‘Variisis’ in a sarcastic way to respond to Sjur’s stare, which made him get up and go search the battlefield, calling her ‘Unyielding’ in the way that she refused to let him abandon his kind.

“‘Velask, kelekh.’ He murmurs. ‘Nankemrak’”

Face translation leads me to believe the statement to mean some variation of ‘Come child. I will not hurt you’. For language’s sake, we can turn this into ‘Towards me’ and ‘Younger one’. ‘Lack of harm from self’. Using the dictionary constructed by Sarsion, as usual, we can go further into depth to see if this meaning carries through.
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‘Velask’
None of the words here have meaning according to this dictionary
‘Kelekh’
None of the words here have meaning according to this dictionary
‘Nankemrak’
Nan – secured from threat
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Ke(m),mra,rak and ak are all without meaning according to this dictionary, thus without this knowledge we cannot continue translating this word.
As you can see we don’t really have much to go off of, so we may have to draw our own conclusions here. Vel however, definitively meaning a greeting for another in an informal sense, as shown in the previous usage allows us to consider what the meaning of ‘Ask’ is, and how it is used here as a suffix to Vel. I believe it is used to denote honour, due to its nature as a suffix, and it’s closeness in sound to ‘iks’. As this is not spoken we have no way to confirm whether the rest of the word ‘ask’ is separated or not, and as such we can only confirm the meaning of the segment overall. Taking from the ‘Variks’ name meaning, where we take ‘iks’ to be an honorific bestowed at the end of the name, we can see that ‘iks’ is not universal as a language feature of the fallen, but rather the idea of honorifics is. However we cannot just say that this is a more formal version of ‘Vel’ as ‘Velask’ is the greeting used by Mithrax in this extract to communicate his greeting to the hatchling, a new individual. As such this ‘ask’ may be more of a greeting to someone new, a way of saying ‘nice to meet you’ in a shortened format, which is supported by it’s use in ‘Misraaks’ lore tab.
Moving onto the next word, ‘kelekh’, there is also a lack of any sections of this word being logged by Sarsion or any use of this word anywhere else in the lore. As a result, we need to search for contextual clues.
With the previous knowledge found on the ‘Subject – Verb – Object’ routine of Fallen words, we can proceed to analyse the word itself. As such, with the knowledge that ‘Velask’ is a greeting, and as such exempt from being the subject, we can assume that ‘Kelekh’ is the subject of the sentence, and therefore most likely to mean ‘child’ or ‘younger one’. The term ‘Ki’ in fallen dialect is commonly associated with strength, with varying determiners showing that and in the life that fallen live after the whirlwind with the slowly deteriorating systems and hierarchy of the fallen, it isn’t a stretch given the vocal similarity to ‘Ke’ that the word as whole could denote ‘without strength’. In this case, we can take the rest of the word (lekh) and assign it the clarification meaning, to clarify that the person being referred to is without strength for the reason that they are young, rather than simply being ‘Ba’, or a person who fails. The term ‘lekh’ as such would mean ‘that which is young’, however in this case there would be no reason for the term ‘ke’ to exist as the opener for the word, and as such casts doubt on this particular interpretation.
However, another perspective is that Kel or Kele is an intentional shortening, neutering of Kell, to mean leader. Adding vowels or ‘softer’ sounds to the ends of words is something shown in numerous languages, such as Polish, where kot is cat, kotek is kitten, and kotku is kitty (and also a pet name for your significant other.) Here we see the vowel ‘u’ in ‘kotku’ used in the translation of ‘kitty’, where in English the ‘kitty’ forms an ‘e’ sound. Thus the ‘e’ sound on the end of ‘Kele’ may be seen to be a diminutive form of the word ‘Kell’ itself, and such it may be indicating a word choice similar to something like ‘Little lady’, in an attempt to portray a calming aura to the child. If we assume this to be true then the next aspect ‘kh’ could serve as an addition to this in another form of hedge, perhaps in mimicry of ‘cooing’ which is one of the stages of human language development, however whether or not the fallen develop language in the same order as we do is something I just don’t have enough data on yet.
Another possibility is that the ‘Kelekh’ is an entirely new word, showing no aspects from any previously translated aspects of previously translated Fallen language. If we take this to be true, then we first need to begin by sorting the word into its individual sections, ‘Ke’ ‘le’ and ‘kh’. However due to the to the standard fallen word containing one vowel and one consonant, it is more likely that it is ‘Ke’ and ‘lekh’. Without any basis for multiple uses however, we find difficulty when it comes to actually translating the word itself.
Looking for meaning, we can find other uses of similar words in English, not fallen. For this purpose I looked again at the Truth steps, where it says ‘translucent, soft-shelled hatchling of my heart’ and ‘hunting a child of darkness’. In this we see that there is a difference between the ideas of being a ‘child’ and being a ‘hatchling’. In this lore itself, we see the text refer to the fallen baby as a hatchling. As such, we must assume that this, too, is what Mithrax calls them. This is also inline more with Mithrax’s personality, as a blunt talker, however he was humorous with Sjur earlier in the lore, and so the idea of him coming around to being nicer isn’t outlandish. We also see metaphor etc. in his speech when writing to her, in calling her ‘hatchling of my heart’, in saying that she was born of his love, similar to human expressions such as ‘lovechild’ or ‘star lord’.
The idea that ‘hatchling’ is the direct translation of this word comes naturally to mind irrespective of this given his usage of it in this statement. If we are to give meaning to the individual sections, (‘Ke’ and ‘Lekh’), then it would likely be ‘Ke’ to mean ‘To be, to exist as‘, and then ‘Lekh’ for ‘New person’ with ‘h’ as the diminutive to imply the younger nature of the Fallen. This would imply that Lek is another term for fallen, similar to Eliksni, but I mean this more in the difference between referring to yourself as Homo Sapiens, Human, or as a Person. In the Fallen’s case this would be Eliksni, Fallen or Lek. Lek is a more individual term, hence it’s use within ‘Lekh’.
Moving on to the next word, ‘Nankemrak’, thank god we do have a basis for our translation now as ‘Nan’ is translated in Sarsion’s dictionary as ‘Secure from threat, protected, shelter’. This idea reinforces the Subject, Verb, Object idea of Fallen language, as the sentence now follows this correct order with the subject being the child and the object being the shelter. The remaining aspect of the word is ‘kemrak’. This is naturally several words, however due to our previous translation efforts with Kelekh, we now know that ‘Ke’ is to mean ‘To be, to exist as’, and so we are left with just ‘Mrak’.
We can assume that this is one whole word, as ‘Mr’ would be a non-standard word for Fallen language, and even if it was it’s own word, we would need additional verification from other word usage, which does not exist within Fallen language, due to the lack of translation. Given the meaning of this has to mean some variation of referral to the self, otherwise the hatchling would not know to come to Mithrax as it does, we can assume that ‘Mrak’ is a pronoun such as ‘I’ or ‘Me’. It may also mean ‘Towards me’ or ‘In my direction’, and given the length of the word generally indicating a more complicated concept (Lovos meaning Wolves, Klen meaning in a stealthy manner etc.) it is not outlandish to assume that this is so. We must assume that Mrak is more likely to mean ‘In my direction’ rather than a pronoun, as that is more likely to be a much shorter word, perhaps down to a single letter, such as in English with ‘I’ or the Fallen use of ‘E’ as the definite article.
And that concludes this sentence! The translation now is:
‘Hello, Newborn. Shelter is towards me’ in typical Fallen English or to English directly ‘Hello child. Come towards me, I will keep you safe.’
With the fully translated lore piece looking like this:
Smoke winds away from the battlefield in wavering scarves.
Corsairs and Crows move through the wreckage in pairs, searching for their dead. When they find Awoken survivors, they call for help. When they find a Devil or a Wolf, they call for a field medic and prison-grade restraints.
A Vandal watches all of this from the wing of a Galliot with his four arms folded around his knees. He knows battle, and so death does not disturb him. He was born of war, made for it, shaped by it. And yet, as he stares out at the charred bodies of his cousins, at the bent bodies of his new allies…
"Hey," Sjur says, startling him. He peers down to find her on tiptoes, chin on the edge of the Galliot's wing. She juts her thumb over her shoulder, indicating the battlefield. "Not searching?"
He frowns. "Me, with them as they burn? It would be stupid, and wasted effort."
She frowns back at him, and though she only has two eyes, her stare is mother-strong.
The Vandal sighs and lets go of his knees. "Unyielding..." he grumbles as he slides off the Galliot, skulking past her. "Ha, ha," she replies, humorless
He picks his way down to the worst of it and joins the search. Over the next hour, he finds a Wolf that he half-remembers from a distant relative's coming-of-age ceremony; three Devils who look at him with uncomprehending confusion and anger; and one Crow irretrievably trapped beneath the fuselage of his ship.
He is about to abandon a ruined Devils skiff when he hears a faint hiss from inside a ventilation shaft. He clambers up to peer into its grate and sees four wary eyes shining back at him.
A hatchling, still soft and translucent with its egg-molt.
Carefully, he pries the grate open and beckons to her. "Hello child," he murmurs. "Towards me, I’ll keep you safe."
She crawls into his palm and his heart surges.
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As a fun extra, here’s a translation of Variks’ name!

“Variks”

Var-iks. Starting with Var, there is a clear connection to 'Variisis' that can't be ignored.
Variisis is confirmed to mean ‘Unyielding’ as according to Shuro Chi, who said:
"This chamber was built for one of our most skilled archers. Her name was Sjur, and she was beloved by all of us - even by the Eliksni. They called her "Siyuriks pak Variisis" - Sjur the Unyielding"
We can assume ‘iks’ is an honourable appendage to a name from the Queenbreaker lore, as well as its addition having no other commonly explainable meaning, and that ‘Variisis’ is a translation of ‘Unyielding’. The word ‘Unyielding’ is an interesting choice, as why not go for simply ‘Strong’? Clearly the first part ‘Un’ must have some connection, and imply that the word used has a prefix.
Variisis, as such, may be split into ‘Var’ and ‘iisis’. 'iisis' may be a combined word that together creates 'Yielding' and ‘var’ is to mean ‘in denial of’. If we take 'Var' to mean 'In denial of...' or ‘Denial of…’, taking the place of the assumed negative prefix then take ‘iks’ to mean ‘honourable one’ or to denote one’s own honour, then ‘Var’-‘iks’ is to mean ‘In denial of one’s own honour’. Thus the name ‘Variks’ is almost an insult name, given to him by other fallen, but accepted by Variks for the fact that it as a name almost rejects the fallen themselves.
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New words discovered:
Mrak – Towards me, in my direction
Ke – To exist as, to be
Ask – An honorific used at the end of Vel to denote a formal greeting, or one done to someone just met.
Var – To exist without, to deny
Iks – An honorific placed at the end of the name
Lek – A person, the Fallen as a whole in an informal manner.
Lekh – A pet name, a less scientific and social way of saying Lek
Iisis – Yielding, failure, to accept defeat
Npa(ri) – Search, to look through
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Places searched for ‘Npariimo’
Listening to Fallen in the EDZ
Listening to Mithrax in Zero Hour
Listening to the Zero Hour boss
Going into Destiny 1 and listening to Fallen in the Cosmodrome
Listening to the first Fallen boss in the Cosmodrome
Sources:
https://errata.ishtar-collective.net/the-fallen-language/
https://www.ishtar-collective.net/entries/the-queenbreaker
https://www.ishtar-collective.net/entries/misraaks
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LYrBf4PBiMo
Shuro Chi: Pilgrimage patrol for the shrine to Sjur Eido
And Piro, Sathona, Sole, DZHO and Tech Artist in the Raid Secrets discord for helping me out when writing this!
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If you want to contact me to discuss any of this, I'm available in the Raid Secrets Discord as Military Uniform Princess, YouTube as 65 Cybele, and on here on reddit through DM's
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Ke Shan, Guardian. Be brave.
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2019.06.16 15:56 concerned_squirtle Full translation of the 'Truth' lore

This is a continuation from my previous post in /DestinyLore, where I outlined the translation of “‘Velask, kelekh.’ He murmurs. ‘Nankemrak’”. This translation will be included within this post, so don’t worry about having to seek it out.
This will be a complete translation of all Eliksni in the ‘Truth’ lore piece. Pieces will be based off lore, with citations/sources listed at the bottom.
Something I neglected to mention in my last post was that while Sarsion’s efforts are undeniable as incredible work, we can’t take it to be a definitive dictionary, as it is based off ear alone, not actual written fallen speak itself. As such some words may be different in writing than as he puts them, as well is it having it's own issues due to the state of Fallen language being sketchy at best.
I will be including all the words I translate here at the bottom, however I wouldn't recommend just skipping to it as there are number of ways you can interpret the Fallen text.
An additional basic translation will also be at the bottom; however I wouldn’t recommend skipping straight to it as there are several possible ways some of these words can be translated.

Primer

Before we head into the actual translation, we need to first understand the context within which the language takes place.
First, societally:
The fallen are in a pretty shit place. They’ve lost homes, they’ve lost family, armies, kells, everything that they ever were, gone. There society has gone from cultural cornerstone to fragmented, broken pieces of a race. As a result, we can assume their language has done the same, turning into short, snappy pieces of lexis meant to be barked down a radio to communicate in as little time as possible.
We can also assume that their language is fragmented and broken as well, and though some have debated it, the idea that Fallen language is made of several fragmented sections strung together to create words is a strong one.
Second, word order:
If we go in chronological order and assume that fallen language does the same, and we aren’t dealing with an ‘Arrival’ situation where the language works in a circular manner, then we can assume that the language is heading in the order of ‘Subject, Verb, Object’.
If we look at previous translations of Eliksni language, for example again Sarsion’s translation of https://static.ishtar-collective.net/errata/audioclip2.mp3 which means according to Variks, ‘House of Wolves will stand forever’. The order in which he says it in straight Eliksni is ‘elovos dradado goden’, which translated means ‘the wolves all rise, will of time’ (will meaning ‘they will’ and such ‘they will over time’ is the expanded meaning.) The order here is ‘The wolves’ – Subject, ‘all rise’ – Verb, ‘will of time’ – Object. After comparing this to other translated segments, this is consistent, and as such the fallen language can be seen to follow standard English grammatical structure.
And finally punctuation:
Little to no punctuation will be present in Fallen language, barring commas and full stops to indicate pauses in speech. This is, I believe, a result of the lack of permanence of these features. Pauses and stopping speaking are a universal aspect of language, but features such as semi-colons and apostrophes are luxuries afforded only by those with the need and power to shape their own language, something the Fallen lost long ago, leaving their language near animalistic in nature and purpose. Another reason for this to be so is because individual ideas are contained in separate words, with spacing only used to indicate a separate idea or thought. This is an idea that stems originally from Chinese and Mayan script, which didn’t use punctuation due to the nature of the idea being contained entirely within a single glyph. This can translate to Fallen, where each ‘word’ takes the place of a glyph, representing a complete idea, with the individual strokes inside the glyph determining the ‘shape’ or thoughts making up the idea. Therefore each space between the words represents the separation of each idea from the next.
I’d like to point out due to the nature of fallen language’s word structure and sentence formatting operating in a different way to ours, some of the ways I end up referring to Fallen language may be confusing. For example, a relatively simple term ‘Velask’, to mean ‘Hello’, turns into ‘Vel’ and ‘ask’. Both of these are Fallen words, but Velask is also what we would call a word in our traditional English view of how words work. As a result, we may need to come up with new Fallen ways to refer to the individual Fallen aspects of a whole word, a name for the whole word, and then a name for the sentence itself.
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“Vel” and “Npariimoqilum”

I’ve been dreading returning to this for the reason of Npariimoqilum alone, but first, we must look to Sarsion’s dictionary to begin.
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‘Vel’
None of the words here have meaning according to this dictionary
‘Npariimoqilum’
None of the words here have meaning according to this dictionary
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Well that doesn’t bode well.
Luckily we do have some basis for our first word, ‘Vel’. As you can see we don’t really have much to go off of, so we may have to draw our own conclusions here. Starting with ‘Velask’, we see this section of a word is mentioned once before with the dreaming city book lore ‘Misraaks’, which reads:
‘She taps two fingers against her cuirass. "Sjur," she says slowly, then she points at him.
Honor-bound even as he simmers in scandal, he replies, "Misraaks. Velask, Si-yu-riks."
"Mithrax," she repeats, then grins. "Velask, Mithrax. And welcome! Let's have a look about, shall we?"’
Here we see it being used in the form of a formal greeting.
There is a possibility that just as ‘Vel’ it means ‘Close other’, with ‘Velask’ meaning ‘other’, similar to the Japanese honorifics changing to indicate closeness, or a ‘Friendly other’, based off its shortened use in this text, and so Sjur’s use here is to call out to Mithrax, with it’s meaning as a less formal way of saying Velask is consistent, though this fails to provide proper explanation for it’s use, as well as placing a significant complication amidst an otherwise confusing language.
This is of course assuming that Sjur has not mispronounced the Eliksni, however for the sake of simplicity, and based off the amount of time the two have clearly had together, we must assume she can say simple words to refer to the other correctly. She also says ‘Npariimoqilum’, a very complicated sounding word, and as such we must assume she has correctly learned Eliksni, given her knack for picking up Fallen speech, as seen in the ‘Misraaks’ lore, where she learns ‘Velask’ quickly (we also say this for the sake of simplicity.)
Now we need to begin with Npariimoqilum. We can thankfully sort it into two sections, ‘Npariimo’ and ‘qilum’. This is because we can see the addition ‘qilum’ on the end of another word in the truth lore, when Mithrax responds “’Res kaqilum? Psekisk.”’ Here we can see a through-line of the fact that both are phrased as a question. Something to note from the context is that, as I outlined, Fallen language contains little to no punctuation, and as such the phrasing of a question is done, instead of as in English, uptalk at the end of a sentence, through the inclusion of a unique piece of lexis, ‘qilum’.
Due to that fact that the text here is written, we cannot hear the actual sound that Mithrax or Sjur is making here. I would guess that Sjur is likely making use of uptalk while Mithrax is not due to the fact that Sjur may still be used to the use of uptalk to indicate a question, due to it’s presence almost universally in language, and as such, unlike simple pronunciation, it may take her some time to adjust. As a bit of support for this, we can see that whenever Variks is indicating a question, he hedges a ‘yes’ to the end of the sentence. For example – ‘"Impress me, yes? Fight and win!"’
Here Variks is making use of a rhetorical question, and importantly, didn’t open the statement with anything close to ‘If you want to’ or anything similar that would prompt a question in English, but rather he waited until the end of the sentence, which makes sense given that in a typical Fallen accent, indication of a question would be placed at the end of the sentence rather than at the start, due to the Fallen language being mostly based around suffixes.
(Something important to note is that Variks was ‘putting on’ a fallen accent, in order to appear harmless to the Awoken, as stated by Spider.)
This is also very similar to Traditional Chinese as well, as question ‘words’ are placed at the tail end of a sentence in the place of the subject, for example: ‘我 是 MUP’ means ‘Wǒ shì MUP/I am MUP’, and when converted to a question this will become ‘你 是 谁?’ or ‘Nǐ shì shéi?/Who are you’ in a direct translation this looks more like ‘You are who?’. This is because the subject, the name, is replaced with the question word, ‘谁’ or ‘shéi’. This calls to mind a debate on whether qilum indicates a question mark, or if it is a question word in itself, similar to Traditional Chinese as mentioned above, but always placed at the end.
Sadly as both Mithrax and Sjur are referring to the same thing, we can’t make any assumptions until we see other Fallen questions in action outside of this context. Until then, our working hypothesis will have to be that ‘qilum’ is a universal question word, and as such functions as a question mark, with no variation for typical human ideas of ‘Where’, ‘What’, ‘Why’ etc.
Back to the other end of the quote with ‘Npariimo’. Clearly this a standard fallen portmanteau, as nearly all their words are, so let’s begin splitting it up. First, I think it’s fair to say that the dual ‘i’ in the middle is a product of a word merger as when pronounced, even with a Fallen accent, the I’s merge together, therefore we can assume that at least two sections are ‘Npari’ and ‘imo’. Due to the standard Fallen word being two consonants and a syllable, ‘imo’ is likely a single word, with ‘Npari’ becoming ‘Npa’ and ‘Ri’. After spending a very long time trawling through fallen speech, I’ve yet to find any usage of any of these terms. A list of the places I have searched will be available at the bottom for anyone interested
Now that we have the specific words, we now need to look at the context to see if we can have an idea about what they could possibly mean. First we have to take what we assume it to be at face value, Sjur asking why Mithrax is not taking part in searching the battlefield. The issue we have now is that we cannot apply any of our generic take on how fallen words operate and apply them to this text, since without any repeated or even similar language use really anywhere in Destiny lore, we have very little to go on, and unlike in Arrival, we can’t just ask a fallen for them to use the language in another context so we can have a clear idea.
As a result, everything I’m about to say should not be taken as gospel. This is an individual perspective on how this MAY be translated. We will have to wait until future Fallen language is present, at which point we can confirm or deny the legitimacy of this translation.
So first, we need to find any words that share similarity with any of the individual fallen words. First, returning to Sarsion’s dictionary and his YouTube video, we see one of the only words beginning with ‘m’ which may have a connection to ‘mo’ is ‘ma’, which he says functions as a connective word. After rewatching the clip in which Skolas demonstrates this, it does sound more like a ‘me’ sound to me, however this is down to interpretation. I would posit that mo could be another variation of this word, used in order in a way similar to ‘so?’ However, the issues here are that we cannot draw inherent comparison based off a similarity. For example in English, ‘cue’ means to give a signal for something to occur, whereas ‘queue’, despite sounding the exact same, means to line up. The same is also true for written text, where comma and coma have only a letters difference, and yet are totally apart, or kelp and help etc. Therefore extrapolating from similarity as I’m doing here has clear problems.
So instead if we go in with the base idea that every word is new and as such, needs to be translated/written/extrapolated by me first. So to do this, first we take the assumed meaning and break it down into the actual meaning. For example the assumed meaning is ‘Not taking part in the search’ with qilum serving as the indicator that this is a question. Using this concept, we realise that there is the presence of a negative ‘Not’, that is unaccounted for, due to the lack of the knowledge of fallen negatives to begin with. So, I would put forward the idea that ‘imo’ is this negative, and it serves as a prefix to the suffix of ‘qilum’ to indicate that this is a ‘why not’ rather than a ‘why’. So from here we can assume that ‘Npari’ has to mean ‘search’ or ‘battlefield’ in some way.
Now both of these are strong contenders, as ‘Npari’ is a relatively short term for the fallen, which would indicate that it is of relative importance to them, compared to something like ‘Elovos’ to mean ‘Wolves’, as in ‘House of Wolves’ one of the main Fallen houses, which ends up numbering at over 6 letters, compared to this words 5. Now as a result, I think the word is more likely to mean ‘search’. This is mostly contextual, as Sjur would be more likely to be referring to the search rather than the battlefield. There is a point to be made that Sjur is saying both ‘search’ and ‘battlefield’, but there may be almost too complicated for the 5 letters. So now that we have ‘search’ for our word, we can safely assume that ‘Npari’ is to mean ‘search’, or at least ‘Npa’ does, with ‘ri’ serving as an unknown suffix. If we see ‘ri’ again, we may be able to draw new conclusions.

"Res kaqilum? Psekisk."

Now this is a fun one. First we have the use of ‘Res’ as it’s own individual word section. Now this is the first time in any Fallen lore that we have seen a space be used in Fallen speech outside of the context of a greeting and the actual context of the speech. This means that the difference in thought from ‘Res’ and ‘kaqilum’ must be significant, or ‘Res’ is a new form of greeting we have yet to see. There is a possibility that ‘Res’ is an informal way of responding to ‘Vel’, however this is unlikely in the minimalist nature of Fallen speech, as their language operates to the point where even spaces between most words are considered extraneous. This means that for there to be a space here it must be for a special reason. First I think establishing what each of the word sections mean is an important thing to do for us to come to understand why this space is here. First we have the simple. Our friend ‘qilum’ is back again, being used to indicate a question. The subject of the question, therefore, must be ‘ka’. ‘Ka’ according to Sarsion’s dictionary, means ‘to burn’ or an injury caused by fire. I would call the validity of this into question, however there are a number of varieties of ‘Ka…’ that Sarsion puts forward, such as ‘Kan’, ‘Kar’ and ‘Kas’. However I would say that the meaning of ‘ka’ may need to be expanded with the idea of ‘ka’ itself meaning ‘an individual burning in fire’ rather than just an injury. This would make ‘kaqilum’ mean ‘Them burning?’.
Now with this in hand, we can decipher what ‘Res’ means. I believe it means ‘I’, or referral to the self. This would explain the space between Res and Kaqilum, as it would make sense that Mithrax would consider himself separate from the others of his kind due to the nature of his allegiance and friendship with Sjur. There is very little support for this empirically, with Fallen rarely using words beginning with R to begin with, except when shouting ‘RAAAHH’ when attacking you with a melee attack. However due to little other explanations existing to explain this, we have to rely on this. Finally we come to ‘Psekisk’.
‘Pse’ is a term we see a similar version of used in the Misraak’s lore book, where Mithrax refers to himself as ‘the surliest psakiks sack this side of the Great Machine’. While I’d love to get into translating the full lore tab, sticking just to its usage here as an insult (though self-directed) shows that the prefix of ‘Ps’ indicates something bad, or useless. As a result we must assume that ‘Pse’ is a variant on this, with ‘kiks’ meaning something unique that I would rather not get into for the sake of brevity. However the ‘e’ may be simply be it in action as a definite article, per Sarsion’s definition. If this is the case, ‘ps’ is serving as an indicator to the nature of ‘kisk’, which when we analyse ‘kisk’ makes sense.
According to Sarsion’s dictionary, ‘Kis’ means ‘To apply strength’. Now while this would be an easy explanation, there is an additional ‘k’ at the end of the word. Based off the Fallen’s love of suffixes, we must assume that there is some meaning to it. My assumption is that the ‘K’, due to it’s nature here as a glottal stop, is functioning as a way of indicating that the strength is wasted, as if the ‘Kis’ is the applied force that is stopped by the ‘k’. This would mean that ‘Kisk’ as a whole would equal to ‘wasted strength’. Now this is a long shot, however we have little else to go on for this statement.
Overall the combination of ‘Pse’ and ‘kisk’ means ‘Wasted effort’ with ‘pse’ indicating that the effort is not just wasted, but uselessly or stupidly wasted.
Therefore in this statement Mithrax is outlining the idea that him being with the Fallen as they burn is pointless, since they would not allow him to help them, and it would just serve to make them feel angry and dishonoured.

"Variisis,”

Now there is a very complicated explanation for every aspect of this word and… I’m kidding, it means ‘Unyielding’. Shuro Chi explains during a pilgrimage patrol in a shrine to Sjur Eido that the Fallen would call her "Siyuriks pak Variisis", meaning ‘Sjur the Unyielding’. There is more to this word, however for the sake of not burdening you with more translation, I’ve saved it for my translation of ‘Variks’ at the bottom. Mithrax here is saying ‘Variisis’ in a sarcastic way to respond to Sjur’s stare, which made him get up and go search the battlefield, calling her ‘Unyielding’ in the way that she refused to let him abandon his kind.

“‘Velask, kelekh.’ He murmurs. ‘Nankemrak’”

Face translation leads me to believe the statement to mean some variation of ‘Come child. I will not hurt you’. For language’s sake, we can turn this into ‘Towards me’ and ‘Younger one’. ‘Lack of harm from self’. Using the dictionary constructed by Sarsion, as usual, we can go further into depth to see if this meaning carries through.
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‘Velask’
None of the words here have meaning according to this dictionary
‘Kelekh’
None of the words here have meaning according to this dictionary
‘Nankemrak’
Nan – secured from threat
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Ke(m),mra,rak and ak are all without meaning according to this dictionary, thus without this knowledge we cannot continue translating this word.
As you can see we don’t really have much to go off of, so we may have to draw our own conclusions here. Vel however, definitively meaning a greeting for another in an informal sense, as shown in the previous usage allows us to consider what the meaning of ‘Ask’ is, and how it is used here as a suffix to Vel. I believe it is used to denote honour, due to its nature as a suffix, and it’s closeness in sound to ‘iks’. As this is not spoken we have no way to confirm whether the rest of the word ‘ask’ is separated or not, and as such we can only confirm the meaning of the segment overall. Taking from the ‘Variks’ name meaning, where we take ‘iks’ to be an honorific bestowed at the end of the name, we can see that ‘iks’ is not universal as a language feature of the fallen, but rather the idea of honorifics is. However we cannot just say that this is a more formal version of ‘Vel’ as ‘Velask’ is the greeting used by Mithrax in this extract to communicate his greeting to the hatchling, a new individual. As such this ‘ask’ may be more of a greeting to someone new, a way of saying ‘nice to meet you’ in a shortened format, which is supported by it’s use in ‘Misraaks’ lore tab.
Moving onto the next word, ‘kelekh’, there is also a lack of any sections of this word being logged by Sarsion or any use of this word anywhere else in the lore. As a result, we need to search for contextual clues.
With the previous knowledge found on the ‘Subject – Verb – Object’ routine of Fallen words, we can proceed to analyse the word itself. As such, with the knowledge that ‘Velask’ is a greeting, and as such exempt from being the subject, we can assume that ‘Kelekh’ is the subject of the sentence, and therefore most likely to mean ‘child’ or ‘younger one’. The term ‘Ki’ in fallen dialect is commonly associated with strength, with varying determiners showing that and in the life that fallen live after the whirlwind with the slowly deteriorating systems and hierarchy of the fallen, it isn’t a stretch given the vocal similarity to ‘Ke’ that the word as whole could denote ‘without strength’. In this case, we can take the rest of the word (lekh) and assign it the clarification meaning, to clarify that the person being referred to is without strength for the reason that they are young, rather than simply being ‘Ba’, or a person who fails. The term ‘lekh’ as such would mean ‘that which is young’, however in this case there would be no reason for the term ‘ke’ to exist as the opener for the word, and as such casts doubt on this particular interpretation.
However, another perspective is that Kel or Kele is an intentional shortening, neutering of Kell, to mean leader. Adding vowels or ‘softer’ sounds to the ends of words is something shown in numerous languages, such as Polish, where kot is cat, kotek is kitten, and kotku is kitty (and also a pet name for your significant other.) Here we see the vowel ‘u’ in ‘kotku’ used in the translation of ‘kitty’, where in English the ‘kitty’ forms an ‘e’ sound. Thus the ‘e’ sound on the end of ‘Kele’ may be seen to be a diminutive form of the word ‘Kell’ itself, and such it may be indicating a word choice similar to something like ‘Little lady’, in an attempt to portray a calming aura to the child. If we assume this to be true then the next aspect ‘kh’ could serve as an addition to this in another form of hedge, perhaps in mimicry of ‘cooing’ which is one of the stages of human language development, however whether or not the fallen develop language in the same order as we do is something I just don’t have enough data on yet.
Another possibility is that the ‘Kelekh’ is an entirely new word, showing no aspects from any previously translated aspects of previously translated Fallen language. If we take this to be true, then we first need to begin by sorting the word into its individual sections, ‘Ke’ ‘le’ and ‘kh’. However due to the to the standard fallen word containing one vowel and one consonant, it is more likely that it is ‘Ke’ and ‘lekh’. Without any basis for multiple uses however, we find difficulty when it comes to actually translating the word itself.
Looking for meaning, we can find other uses of similar words in English, not fallen. For this purpose I looked again at the Truth steps, where it says ‘translucent, soft-shelled hatchling of my heart’ and ‘hunting a child of darkness’. In this we see that there is a difference between the ideas of being a ‘child’ and being a ‘hatchling’. In this lore itself, we see the text refer to the fallen baby as a hatchling. As such, we must assume that this, too, is what Mithrax calls them. This is also inline more with Mithrax’s personality, as a blunt talker, however he was humorous with Sjur earlier in the lore, and so the idea of him coming around to being nicer isn’t outlandish. We also see metaphor etc. in his speech when writing to her, in calling her ‘hatchling of my heart’, in saying that she was born of his love, similar to human expressions such as ‘lovechild’ or ‘star lord’.
The idea that ‘hatchling’ is the direct translation of this word comes naturally to mind irrespective of this given his usage of it in this statement. If we are to give meaning to the individual sections, (‘Ke’ and ‘Lekh’), then it would likely be ‘Ke’ to mean ‘To be, to exist as‘, and then ‘Lekh’ for ‘New person’ with ‘h’ as the diminutive to imply the younger nature of the Fallen. This would imply that Lek is another term for fallen, similar to Eliksni, but I mean this more in the difference between referring to yourself as Homo Sapiens, Human, or as a Person. In the Fallen’s case this would be Eliksni, Fallen or Lek. Lek is a more individual term, hence it’s use within ‘Lekh’.
Moving on to the next word, ‘Nankemrak’, thank god we do have a basis for our translation now as ‘Nan’ is translated in Sarsion’s dictionary as ‘Secure from threat, protected, shelter’. This idea reinforces the Subject, Verb, Object idea of Fallen language, as the sentence now follows this correct order with the subject being the child and the object being the shelter. The remaining aspect of the word is ‘kemrak’. This is naturally several words, however due to our previous translation efforts with Kelekh, we now know that ‘Ke’ is to mean ‘To be, to exist as’, and so we are left with just ‘Mrak’.
We can assume that this is one whole word, as ‘Mr’ would be a non-standard word for Fallen language, and even if it was it’s own word, we would need additional verification from other word usage, which does not exist within Fallen language, due to the lack of translation. Given the meaning of this has to mean some variation of referral to the self, otherwise the hatchling would not know to come to Mithrax as it does, we can assume that ‘Mrak’ is a pronoun such as ‘I’ or ‘Me’. It may also mean ‘Towards me’ or ‘In my direction’, and given the length of the word generally indicating a more complicated concept (Lovos meaning Wolves, Klen meaning in a stealthy manner etc.) it is not outlandish to assume that this is so. We must assume that Mrak is more likely to mean ‘In my direction’ rather than a pronoun, as that is more likely to be a much shorter word, perhaps down to a single letter, such as in English with ‘I’ or the Fallen use of ‘E’ as the definite article.
And that concludes this sentence! The translation now is:
‘Hello, Newborn. Shelter is towards me’ in typical Fallen English or to English directly ‘Hello child. Come towards me, I will keep you safe.’
With the fully translated lore piece looking like this:
Smoke winds away from the battlefield in wavering scarves.
Corsairs and Crows move through the wreckage in pairs, searching for their dead. When they find Awoken survivors, they call for help. When they find a Devil or a Wolf, they call for a field medic and prison-grade restraints.
A Vandal watches all of this from the wing of a Galliot with his four arms folded around his knees. He knows battle, and so death does not disturb him. He was born of war, made for it, shaped by it. And yet, as he stares out at the charred bodies of his cousins, at the bent bodies of his new allies…
"Hey," Sjur says, startling him. He peers down to find her on tiptoes, chin on the edge of the Galliot's wing. She juts her thumb over her shoulder, indicating the battlefield. "Not searching?"
He frowns. "Me, with them as they burn? It would be stupid, and wasted effort."
She frowns back at him, and though she only has two eyes, her stare is mother-strong.
The Vandal sighs and lets go of his knees. "Unyielding..." he grumbles as he slides off the Galliot, skulking past her. "Ha, ha," she replies, humorless
He picks his way down to the worst of it and joins the search. Over the next hour, he finds a Wolf that he half-remembers from a distant relative's coming-of-age ceremony; three Devils who look at him with uncomprehending confusion and anger; and one Crow irretrievably trapped beneath the fuselage of his ship.
He is about to abandon a ruined Devils skiff when he hears a faint hiss from inside a ventilation shaft. He clambers up to peer into its grate and sees four wary eyes shining back at him.
A hatchling, still soft and translucent with its egg-molt.
Carefully, he pries the grate open and beckons to her. "Hello child," he murmurs. "Towards me, I’ll keep you safe."
She crawls into his palm and his heart surges.
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As a fun extra, here’s a translation of Variks’ name!

“Variks”

Var-iks. Starting with Var, there is a clear connection to 'Variisis' that can't be ignored.
Variisis is confirmed to mean ‘Unyielding’ as according to Shuro Chi, who said:
"This chamber was built for one of our most skilled archers. Her name was Sjur, and she was beloved by all of us - even by the Eliksni. They called her "Siyuriks pak Variisis" - Sjur the Unyielding"
We can assume ‘iks’ is an honourable appendage to a name from the Queenbreaker lore, as well as its addition having no other commonly explainable meaning, and that ‘Variisis’ is a translation of ‘Unyielding’. The word ‘Unyielding’ is an interesting choice, as why not go for simply ‘Strong’? Clearly the first part ‘Un’ must have some connection, and imply that the word used has a prefix.
Variisis, as such, may be split into ‘Var’ and ‘iisis’. 'iisis' may be a combined word that together creates 'Yielding' and ‘var’ is to mean ‘in denial of’. If we take 'Var' to mean 'In denial of...' or ‘Denial of…’, taking the place of the assumed negative prefix then take ‘iks’ to mean ‘honourable one’ or to denote one’s own honour, then ‘Var’-‘iks’ is to mean ‘In denial of one’s own honour’. Thus the name ‘Variks’ is almost an insult name, given to him by other fallen, but accepted by Variks for the fact that it as a name almost rejects the fallen themselves.
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New words discovered:
Mrak – Towards me, in my direction
Ke – To exist as, to be
Ask – An honorific used at the end of Vel to denote a formal greeting, or one done to someone just met.
Var – To exist without, to deny
Iks – An honorific placed at the end of the name
Lek – A person, the Fallen as a whole in an informal manner.
Lekh – A pet name, a less scientific and social way of saying Lek
Iisis – Yielding, failure, to accept defeat
Npa(ri) – Search, to look through
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Places searched for ‘Npariimo’
Listening to Fallen in the EDZ
Listening to Mithrax in Zero Hour
Listening to the Zero Hour boss
Going into Destiny 1 and listening to Fallen in the Cosmodrome
Listening to the first Fallen boss in the Cosmodrome
Sources:
https://errata.ishtar-collective.net/the-fallen-language/
https://www.ishtar-collective.net/entries/the-queenbreaker
https://www.ishtar-collective.net/entries/misraaks
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LYrBf4PBiMo
Shuro Chi: Pilgrimage patrol for the shrine to Sjur Eido
And Piro, Sathona, Sole, DZHO and Tech Artist in the Raid Secrets discord for helping me out when writing this!
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If you want to contact me to discuss any of this, I'm available in the Raid Secrets Discord as Military Uniform Princess, YouTube as 65 Cybele, and on here on reddit through DM's
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Ke Shan, Guardian. Be brave.
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2019.06.16 01:11 Yomi_Lemon_Dragon My ex-boyfriend, Kevin

This guy was...a special kind of Kevin. Some people could say he was manipulative or controlling, but I'm certain that there was no malice in how he acted, I think he 100% believed in everything he said and honestly didn't see how it could affect me. But I'll get to the hurtful stuff- there are several other things you need to know about this Kevin.
-Kevin was a tinfoil-hatter. He was one of those people who believed every single conspiracy theory they read, while looking down on everyone around them for believing everything (or anything at all) that they saw in the media. I don't think he ever said the exact words "WAKE UP, SHEEPLE!!" but that phrase is the EXACT energy this guy was going for. Oh, and he was a huge fan of the Zeitgeist Movement and The Venus Project- seriously, he was devout, those groups were like a religion to him. He believed without a shadow of a doubt that everything in the Zeitgeist Addendum was pure fact, no citation or evidence needed. He completely believed if we lived in anarchy with no government and no jobs, crime would just dissolve completely and all human beings would be in an "enlightened" (his favourite word- everyone that didn't believe his conspiracy theories was just "unenlightened") state. Which brings us to...
-Kevin did NOT want to get a job. I don't mean he pretended to try and get one, or couldn't hold down a job; he was in protest of the capitalist system. Now, I agree- something is wrong with our society where less labour being required to be done by human beings is a bad thing and we work all day to afford a house that we leave vacant all day. But like it or not, you STILL need a job, sitting on your arse playing Minecraft all day isn't making the 1% go "darn! This guy is above our influence! How clever of him!". Once he got really balls-deep into the Zeitgeist thing, he read somewhere that capitalism was on it's last legs and the entire economy would collapse overnight within the next couple of years or so and his words were, roughly (this conversation was a long time ago): "It's pointless for me to get a job now, since capitalism is going to collapse by next year. Soon no-one will need jobs!". This was about 2010...so that didn't work out. On a related note...
-Kevin had no idea he was a NEET...after being one for about a year. So we broke up and lost contact for about a year, then he got back in touch. During the course of our relationship he had given into "the system" and started college doing engineering. Turns out shortly after we stopped speaking, he "quit" his course by just...not showing up any more. We got talking more often, and after a while he had an epiphany: "I've become a NEET". Like...no shit, dude. Apparently it was talking to me, who was now in my first year of university, that awakened this realisation. Not the fact that he didn't have any money and spent all his time playing videogames instead of going to work. Fortunately this DID lead to him going out and getting a job, so at least he made a turnaround there. Unfortunately, this brought out his pretentious side even more...
-Kevin was an insensitive arsehole. Now that he had a job (across the road at the local petrol station) he seemed to think that not being productive 100% of the time was a waste of his potential (looking back, I'm not sure what he thought he should be doing, this is not a creative individual we're talking about). Suddenly he thought videogames were a waste of time and he hated the fact that he enjoyed them, seeing this as a drain on him. Remember how I said I was in university at this point? I was studying Game Art. My dream since I was little was to make videogames, and now I was following that dream, because I believe videogames can be the purest art form- you can use them to tell a story you couldn't tell using any other form of media, using visuals, writing, and music all combined. So being told that my life's goal was a waste of time for anyone to consume was kind of insulting. Reading was ok, though, even if it's fiction. Because the only intelligent pastime is reading- anyone that doesn't read must be stupid (I, for the record, also read alot. But I also enjoy games so I must be some sort of plebb). This rabbithole of insensitivity went way, way deeper though. Kevin was openly bi, and had a close friend who was gay. Said friend slept over his place once, and apparently was constantly trying to seduce him, knowing he was in arelationship. This was hilarious to Kevin. What was even less hilarious to me was when he told me "man, the stuff I'd do to that guy if I wasn't with you". Y'know, because it's not hurtful if it's with a guy. And that's not even touching on when he told me outright that he didn't find me attractive. I'm not even overweight (this was when I was underweight, even), so it's not like I could lose weight. Can't do anything about being ugly, dude, sorry. I cried for a few days after that.
-Kevin thinks all chemicals are evil. I've mentioned this before on this sub, but basically Kevin only washed about once a week. He would NOT believe me when I tried to teach him the impotance of washing at the very least his hair (which was very long), thinking that shampoo and conditioner did nothing but dry your hair out as a marketing scam. I mean, I know he's half-right, shampoo IS drying, but he sure as hell could've benifitted from a bit of conditioner once in a while. His main argument when I suggested washing his hair was that he likes to let it get greasy so it's easier to comb. I tried to take him shopping for hair products but he just kept picking up bottles, looking at the ingredients and making a face while shaking his head at all the scary chemical names. I guarantee he didn't know what any of those chemicals were, he just saw long words and thought "eeeeviiiil". Remember that twitter hoax where someone complained about Subway using large amounts of "bihydrogen monoxide" (H2O) in their products? Kevin is a PERFECT example of the kind of person that would've rallied to that and boycotted Subway. Well, at least I got him to start washing his hands after pissing. That one was non-negotiable.
-Kevin has no idea his dad might (MIGHT) be...let's say, partial to the younger ladies. His dad was in his 80s at the time (he had Kevin very late in life) and spent alot of time on his computer in the early hours. He was also a skilled programmer. Now, these things aren't suspiscious in themselves, I am in no way saying every silver surfer is a paedophile. It was...things Kevin said. Most notably, "Yeah, (ex-girlfriend) was a really attractive girl...I had to keep my dad away from her!" in a joking, "oh ho, that old rascal, he loves the ladies!" kind of way. About a girl that would've been about 16-17 at the time. The legal age here is 16, so that wouldn't have been an offense (just creepy af), but he made similar comments about girls he had dated before this. A few years before this. I'll let you do the maths. Obviously, he never saw a single thing wrong here. He idolised his dad, even. Oh, and yes, this was him talking about how hot his exes were, after telling me he wasn't attracted to me. Thanks, Kevin.
I think that's everything relevant. I could probably go on, especially about things that just made him a shitty person, but aren't Kevin-ish (such as how he seemed to think he was doing me a favour by dating me, or how everything came back to how "shallow" I was and how "enlightened" he was, or how freely he made n****r jokes...) but I think I've covered most of the depths of his stupidity.
Of course, the REAL Kevin here is me, who dated this piece of shit not once but TWICE. I look back on those times and get so angry at myself...but then, I feel like I learned a great deal from the experience. A great deal about what, I'm not sure, but...alot.
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2019.05.10 17:06 Rolanbek May 2019 - or indeed Maynot 2019

Good grief was that another month?
It seems that there is a definite wish by WT to engage it's customers on AI (AppleInsider) however it remains to be seen whether this is all going to be one way traffic on not.
I'll just repeat, on AI, best behaviour, shoes off in their house etc, etc, is preferred and the official stance of this sub.
I warned about engaging the troll, and those who listened thank you, to those who didn't; see what I mean now? There has been further Admin attention and my intention was to try and keep the line of communication with WT open as long as possible. State your cases well, stand up straight, wipe your nose... (trails off into generic dad talk)
The dongle dingle dangle
So an acknowledgement that the TB is susceptible to wireless interference, as all BT connections are. Coupled with the announcement of a wired mode, something I amongst others requested years ago,
gotcha
Wired mode is a feature that is not in the current firmware that will be in the new firmware. That means that feature parity is not result of the code refactor for the firmware. By adding a feature this is not longer true.
A markeking claim regarding learning to touch type.
Well this ought to be good. WT have made a specific claim that the TB makes
TextBlade does make learning full touch-typing easier than legacy keyboards.
claim without any citations or evidence. I would love to see the published study that backs up this claim.
Parity hilarity or "What the fork is it all about?"
good grief you go on an exhaustive explanation of what is in effect a feature freeze, a good sigh that you are getting closer to a decision to move to GR, and than undermine it by stating what new features the new code fork adds the the TB. I can only liken this situation to talking with a person who has received a concussion...
Shelf analogy
little Ikea ad here shows WT trying explain what they are trying to do. I think that post seems fair, although , one might have realised the the shelving situation a little sooner, you know when that third box started to have books land in it, but still fair enough.
Past monthly(ish) updates for those who missed/didn't care before/are new here)
Apr 2019
Mar 2019
Feb 2019
Jan 2019
There is no Dec 2018 not enough happened.
Nov 2018
Oct 2018
Sep 2018
Aug 2018
July 2018
June 2018
May 2018
April 2018
March 2018
Feb 2018
Jan 2018
I might collate a whole archive list for these to Link as a page, or thread. Holler if you think it is worth the effort.
That's enough for this month.
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2019.04.11 06:45 HitlerFallacyBot Hitler Hunt for 4/10/2019

I found 207 Hitlers in Politics today.

Ocasio-Cortez Calls Out GOP for Attacking Green New Deal as 'Socialism' While Supporting Billions in Big Oil Subsidies: "The fact that subsidies for fossil fuel corporations are somehow smart but subsidies for solar panels is 'socialist' is just bad faith," said the New York congresswoman
IRS commissioner: No rule against releasing Trump's tax returns while under audit
Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez: 'Sec. Nielsen Oversaw One of the Largest-scale Human Rights Violations in Recent History'
I mean, like could Hitler have been a good person."](https://www.reddit.com/politics/comments/bbkhz3/alexandria_ocasiocortez_sec_nielsen_oversaw_one/ekjs9ik/) - CidCrisis
DHS, FBI say election systems in 50 states were targeted in 2016
Nancy Pelosi: "I don't trust Barr. I trust Mueller."
William Barr Gives Trump What He Wants, Forms Team to Investigate the F.B.I
Elizabeth Warren Posts Her 2018 Taxes: ‘Doing This Should Be Law’
Trump says he will not release his tax returns
White House 'tried to hide' meetings with fossil fuel lobbyists as president faces legal action over campaign video
190 House Republicans vote against bill to reinstate popular ‘net neutrality’ internet protections
Democrats Better Wise Up and Serve Taxpayers, Not TurboTax
Barr: No Evidence That Trump Investigation Was Improper
A QAnon Believer Is Running for Congress and Is Currently Unopposed in His Republican Primary
The Congolese ruling family allegedly laundered millions through a Trump condo in NY
Here's why we must impeach Donald Trump: In fact, it's more urgent than ever
FBI brass discussed possibility Trump fired Comey 'at the behest of' Russia
Bernie Sanders says he’ll release 10 years of his tax returns by Monday
Maxine Waters Holds the Gavel as Treasury Secretary Mnuchin Has Tantrum Over Length of Oversight Hearing: "Please do not instruct me as to how I am to conduct this committee."
Trump hotels exempted from ban on foreign payments under new stance
It's deadline day for Trump's tax returns
Right-Wingers Spread Lie That Pete Buttigieg Isn’t a Real Christian
Canada to announce retaliatory tariffs on more U.S. products
Wait, What? Attorney General Claims Spying Occurred on Trump's Campaign Then Provides No Evidence
Donald Trump: Our employee, not our boss
Republicans use black woman, Jewish man to gaslight Congress on threat of white nationalism
Trump 'called talk show host to yell at him' for being mean to Stephen Miller
Attorney General Barr says he would favor making marijuana illegal across the United States
Trump Goes Beyond Cronyism—To Something Far Worse
Trump’s tax cuts for Betsy DeVos and the very rich are being paid for by education cuts
Donald Trump's Visit to Mt. Vernon Sounds Like Taking a Grade Schooler on a Field Trip
Treasury expected to miss Dem deadline on Trump tax returns
Candace Owens Is Racist White America’s Black Friend and She Just Told Congress That White Nationalism Isn’t a Thing
Ilhan Omar to introduce bill to end Donald Trump's "hateful Muslim ban": "No one should be denied basic rights"
Trump wondered why Washington didn't name Mount Vernon after himself: report
Candace Owens Spouts Fake History from Prager U at White Nationalism Hearing
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2019.04.01 14:32 JustJoeying The Definitive Lore of Kenshi - 2. The Second Empire

Heavy spoilers ahead, I've warned ye.
Firstly, I'd like to acknowledge what a joy it was to see so much interest in Kenshi's lore in the last entry on the First Empire (which you should read before this entry if you haven't yet). It was pointed out to me that it is now the most-upvoted written post on this subreddit of all time, by quite a margin, and that blows me away (at the time of writing I was optimistically anticipating modest upvotes and a couple of comments). It seems that there is a lot of interest in the lore by the Kenshi community and that's a great thing for all of us. Due to the overwhelmingly positive answer to the question of whether or not I should continue with another entry, here I am, and this time we'll be going over the Second Empire (or Empire 2: Skeleton Boogaloo).
As stated in the first entry, I will be citing source material throughout the post and will not be relying or presenting information that is pure speculation. On any occasion where there is a split in opinions or possibilities I will state as much, but will likely support and expand on the option which the lore presents as stronger. That is, the source material for that possibility is vaster, matches the source material for other surrounding lore much better, or is gathered from a more reliable source. Therefore, if you should disagree with my pursuing of an answer to one of these splits of possibilities, you should present your case, with evidence and your own citations, to show that one of the other possibilities is in fact a stronger one. If you do this well, and I agree you've made a good case I didn't consider, I'll gladly add it to the lore as an expanded possibility, or completely replace my own work with the new, stronger option. In this way, despite the elusive nature inherent in Kenshi lore, I hope that this, like the last entry, will represent the absolute most likely version of events, even if we can't be 100% certain of anything in Kenshi. When each piece of lore is viewed individually, it can be interpreted many ways, but when all, or as close to all as possible, of the lore on a subject is compiled and viewed together we have a much greater chance of seeing the most likely underlying story, and that is the purpose of this series of entries.
Now, before your CPUs need a memory reset, lets jump in to it, shall we?


The Second Empire

The Age of Chaos

Dack hoards. A simpleton really. I'm sure his mind was fried when he got hit on the head back in the chaos age. Trying times I'm sure you remember... - Quin, Scraphouse, dialogue with skeleton Player Character

The "Chaos Age" or "Age of Chaos" refers either to the later stages of the skeleton's uprising against the First Empire, or to the period of time after the empire's collapse but before the conception of the Second Empire. Likely, it is a mix of both. The length of the Age of Chaos is unknown, and could have last anywhere from hundreds of years to thousands. We do not know much of this period, and absolutely nothing of the specific events within it, but we know that the aftermath of the First Extinction had several effects upon the world which may be important to note, leading up to the Second Empire. Beyond the general mass devastation of the the continent, which can still be seen in many regions today in some form or another, and the near-extinction of humanity, we see that the continent itself may have drastically enlarged:

Used to be a great port city around here somewhere... not anymore though.
It was a long time ago, the water level was a few hundred metres higher back then. - Skeleton Player Character, dialogue when entering The Swamp

The sea-level being hundreds of metres lower than it was before the calamitous events of the First Extinction would have seen the land grow to accommodate much more space than previously available, with islands becoming the peaks of hills and mountains in what are now the low-lands and coastal regions.

Skeleton-kind's own numbers appear to also have been drastically affected. The first reason for this is the noted "mass suicide" of skeletons either during or in the aftermath of the First Extinction, as explored in the previous entry. The other is the apparent inability to produce more skeletons, at anywhere near approaching the scale of what was previously possible, if at all:

Wonders of technology were produced here, in staggering quantities. Machines building more machines to build more machines with. In the end they couldn't keep up with its hunger. This is where I was born... - Skeleton Player Character, dialogue when entering the Floodlands.

This indicates that the factories visible in the Floodlands were the First Empire's production facilities of new skeletons. The fact that it was impossible to "keep up with its hunger" likely indicates either that the resources or technologies required to produce skeletons in these facilities was lost or in too short supply, and so production was halted, or simply that the facilities were destroyed by the events of the First Extinction or the violent and turbulent unknown events throughout the Age of Chaos. Whatever the case, it certainly indicates that production did in fact cease. This means that, as far as is known, no new skeletons were being produced from this point onward, as no other regions or nations are acknowledged for producing them. The skeleton race was thus not able to "reproduce", while no doubt losing population to violence, natural disasters and the apparently common practice of suicide in this time period. Their race, while likely far outnumbering the decimated humans at this stage, had begun its path to irreversible decline in population. This is the situation from which the Second Empire was conceived.

The Birth of the Empire
The skeletons that remained still wallowed in remorse. This endured through the indeterminate but seemingly considerable amount of time that was the Age of Chaos. However, eventually it appears that the skeletons surmised that perhaps they could absolve themselves of their past actions by guiding and protecting the remains of humanity. It was under these good intentions that the empire first found its feet:

... The [founding members of the Old Empire] sought to undo the crimes and errors of Skeleton-kind and redeem themselves to mankind, though the humans had long forgotten any of it. - Item Description, CPU of Cat-Lon

The founders of the empire included among their number one of, if not the, greatest of the skeleton warriors - Cat-Lon. We hear of his prowess even today, from the whimsical reminiscences of skeleton-kind comparing him to the renowned warriors of modern times:

All this talk of the Bugmaster in this day and age... it never gets old. Forget Eyegore, the Stone Golem, Arc... all the legends. They don't compare to Cat-Lon. - Skeleton Player Character

Cat-Lon was admired by other skeletons, presumably for his prowess and his leadership abilities, and would quickly style himself as the Emperor of the new empire they were forming. Judging by the apparent growth and infrastructure we see signs of in former Second Empire territory, it is likely Cat-Lon was competent at government in these early stages. Alongside him, we know of one other likely founding member in this endeavour; Tinfist. It is suggested that the two worked closely together, and were likely close themselves, and therefore that Tinfist also held a high position in the empire:

Tinfist and Cat-Lon made a great team... - Black Desert City Bar Patron

They established themselves in the south-east of the continent, the same area of the continent in which Stobe surrendered his life in exchange for those of humanity all those years before. Whether this was intentional, necessary or purely coincidental is unclear. Their capital was constructed in what would become the Ashlands, and the region soon became a heavily industrialised metropolis, judging by the vast and numerous ruins of the Second Empire's unique Ashland architecture covering the region. It is not clear whether this was established before humanity joined the empire, or if humanity joined immediately and aided in this endeavour, but we do know that humanity was inevitably a part of the nation, both by the afore-mentioned reasoning for establishing the empire and through following events. As to the caste system of this empire, as opposed to that of the First Empire in the previous entry, we do not need to speculate as to who occupied the more powerful positions of society - the skeletons were certainly the governing caste although presumably styled themselves as being in such a position in order to protect the humans under them.

To this end, it would appear that a formidable police force was established, as well as military orders dedicated to protecting the humans within the empire from harm, most notable being the Hydraulic Knights led by General Jang:

... General Jang, leader of the Hydraulic Knights. They fought on the frontlines to protect the empire from cannibals and pirates, their heroism legendary. - Item Description, CPU of General Jang

The presence of pirates suggests that at this time the Second Empire still had access to surviving aquatic vessels, which we know were popular during the First Empire:

- Are you saying the whole world was flooded?
- Relatively, yes... People loved their boats back then. - Skeleton Player Character, dialogue exchange when entering The Swamp

The threat of piracy seems to indicate that sea-craft may have returned in this new secure empire as trade cogs and transport/recreation vessels, giving us a further glimpse of Second Empire culture, economy and infrastructure.

The Cannibal Campaigns
While the Second Empire was predominantly established in the South-East, it appears that theirs was not the only culture on the continent at the time, and another such culture revolved around practices which directly opposed the Second Empire's goal of safeguarding humanity - at some point either during the Age of Chaos or the establishment of the Second Empire, human tribes in the North-West of the continent, their society transformed into a primitive state, became cannibalistic, raiding and consuming humans they encountered.

It wasn't always like this. We don't know why the northwesterners suddenly developed a taste for humanoid meat... - Skeleton Player Character, dialogue when entering Cannibal Plains

Their degeneration could be put down to toxic environmental factors which they were unable to adapt to; damaging substances from their very own labs; induced madness from experiments gone wrong; or simply being reduced to cannibalism due to severe famine. - Finch, The Cannibal Plains: De-evolution of Man?

The battles against these tribes was inevitable, and Cat-Lon tasked General Jang and his Hydraulic Knights with the task of curbing cannibal incursions, as we can see from the above description of Jang's CPU. These military campaigns were likely extensive and impressive in scope, as even cannibals today appear to have the events seared in to their collective memories, likely passed down orally over generations, mistaking any skeletons as Hydraulic Knights, or possibly for General Jang himself:

ARGH! THE INEDIBLE ONE! The Inedible One returns! Protec' the Gran' Wizard! The One Which Cannot Be Eaten! - Cannibals in the Cannibal Capital, dialogue upon seeing a skeleton

Not much else is known about these conflicts aside from the fact that they occurred. It is clear that the cannibals were not utterly defeated - as they persist in the same regions even to this day - and this may be due to the Hydraulic Knights fulfilling a purely defensive and protective role rather than invading cannibal lands, or perhaps simply that the cannibal's numbers were a match for the Hydraulic Knight's skill, and the conflict was a constant factor throughout the empire's history.

The Enforcers
It would appear that the Second Empire, after an indeterminate amount of time, dabbled with genetic manipulation. Specifically, it would appear that said manipulation was performed upon humans, perhaps willing participants, to make a class referred to as the 'Enforcers'.

These Enforcers were stronger and tougher than a regular human, and were the progenitor of the modern shek, although it would seem they only began growing their horns after the time of the Second Empire.

What is that? An Enforcer?

The Enforcers always were spiky in character... How humorous they now sport true spikes to match.

They come horned now... Time stands still within our walls but, outside, a new world grows and evolves. - Dialogues from skeletons in Black Desert City directed towards a shek Player Character

Shek are still acknowledged by skeletons as humans to this day:

Why are you here, human? There's nothing for you here... - Skeletons in Black Desert City, dialogue directed at human and shek Player Characters

The purpose of these Enforcers is unknown, but their name suggests either a military or public order focus, perhaps both. Their creation may be due to the quickly growing human population making it increasingly difficult for the static (or decreasing) amount of skeletons to properly police, or their creation may be due to the events which will be described next.

The Cult Uprising
A portion of the humans within the empire seem to have participated in a cult, which evidence suggests began with veneration of Stobe, the skeleton behemoth that saved humanity from extinction. The evidence for this can be found in the previous entry on the First Empire (linked above) and so, in the interest of avoiding repetition, reference to this considerable likelihood can be found there. It is unclear when the cult began, and its original incarnation may indeed have arisen during the Age of Chaos, when the memory of Stobe was still fresh, and therefore already existed during the rise of the Second Empire - its members being incorporated into the empire's human populace. At any rate, over generations, as memory of the events of the First Extinction faded, the names involved were forgotten, and it appears that "Chitrin" became the moniker of their supposed saviour.
Some Okranite writings are used in this section, despite the obvious changes they have undergone over generations, transformed from recounts of fact into parabolic scriptures. However, as noted in the previous entry, these are to be interpreted in the form of their original ancient basis. It should also be noted:

The Okranite scripts, although rather eccentric, are some of the oldest legible texts salvaged to this day and may offer a useful insight into the history of the ancients. - Sabina, Okranite Theories in Relation to Findings I

With this in mind, such writings will be used in combination with what we know of events from other available sources to depict as accurate an account of the following events, which shaped the history of Kenshi moving forward.

It would appear that the cult's beliefs vilified a perceived enemy as well as venerating Stobe:

... Chitrin was split in two reborn, one of light and one of dark.
Together, two gods would exist in equilibrium; Okran, god of day, warmth and renewal; Narko, god of night, cold and destruction. - The Book of Sacrifice

Knowing that Chitrin was Stobe, a skeleton venerated for forgiving humanity and saving them, it is likely that the aspect of Okran refers to the memory of him. Who, then, in a cult who remembered the actions of Stobe, and held him up as the god of all that is good, would that same cult remember as the bringers of "night, cold and destruction"? The obvious answer is that Narko is a religious aspect which originally referred to the skeletons who orchestrated the First Extinction.

Born out of the darkest depths of the world came Narko, the Shadow. She sought to erase all that is good, if not for our saviour Okran. - Holy Lord Phoenix I, Scripture of Radiance I

The Agents of Darkness infest the world as unholy vermin, the darkness that caused the world's First Extinction. - Holy Lord Phoenix I, Scripture of Radiance Vol. IV

This cult being integrated into the Second Empire - an empire governed and administrated by skeletons - would therefore have been likely to cause some degree of tension. Despite this, it would appear that the cultists were, at the time, followers of a peaceful doctrine - perhaps following the example of Stobe himself:

Let us not yearn for pleasures of the flesh, but yearn only for the love of our Creator and the well-being of all mankind.
Let us not be tempted by the self serving lures of sexual misdeeds, intoxication, theft and wrong speech.
Let us show kindness to our brothers and our sisters, never harm them, never feel envy or animosity towards them. - The Book of Grace

This would, inevitably, change.
Whether the cult first antagonised the Imperial government, or whether it was the government which first applied force upon the cult, is unclear. However, one way or the other, tension between the two steadily grew. This is when Cat-Lon made the first of many mistakes, and demonstrated the heavy-handed nature of his rule when challenges arose: he tasked the police force with combating the cult directly, with force.

CPU of General Hat-12, who was chief of the empire police. He launched a crackdown on the new cultists but his heavy handed approach only fuelled the blame and confusion further. Things escalated faster. - Item Description, CPU of General Hat-12

Narko's spawns were ravaging our world, created out of hate and malice. Against mankind, her Dark Agents were hurled. - Holy Lord Phoenix I, Scripture of Radiance Vol. I

The new, more violent and restless elements of the cult were therefore validated. The skeletons were proving them correct: they wanted to silence the cult, oppress their beliefs, and destroy their membership - just as they attempted to destroy humanity so long ago. The cult began fighting back against their oppression, and soon a figure arose among them to lead a rebellion for freedom from the empire - a figure that became known as the Phoenix.

In our darkest moments came the brightest light, the Phoenix. Okran had sent us his champion, one that would restore our faith and banish the Shadow. Phoenix came with the everlasting Sacred Flame, the promise that Man would once more live free. He saved us from both shackles and beastiality and united as one with the Holy Bindings. One by one, the Dark Ones were now slain by the blade of our restored faith. - Holy Lord Phoenix I, Scripture of Radiance Vol. II

It is interesting to note that "beastiality" is referenced here as something the cultists were escaping. Given what we know, this seems to align well with the genetic manipulation of humans, converting them in to Enforcers - who the purist cultists likely did (and indeed, in the modern age, do) think of as sub-human beasts. Lending further credence to this likelihood is the following:

The horned devil was created human, as brother of the Okranite. But the horned devil possessed a sinful mind, it rejected Okran's light in it's heart in favor of Narko's temptations. - The Guiding Light IV

Being "saved" from such "beastiality" also suggests a possibility that the fear of being made in to Enforcers, or of the Enforcers themselves, may have been an influencing factor for the building tension between the cult and the Imperial class, although no further information is available on this point. It should be noted that the modern Okranites refer to shek as servants of darkness, telling us such things as:

I've seen ungodly atrocities committed by your kind... your kind has deep links with the dark demoness herself.

War is an ugly thing, but my pure-blooded brothers are at risk as long as they covort [sic] with beasts like you. - Holy Nation Paladin, dialogues when confronting a shek Player Character

This may suggest that the Enforcers were in action before and during the time of the cult's uprising, and were used against the cult - which in turn may explain the Okranite religion's continued mistrust and contempt for non-humans who have been altered from their pure form into "beasts".

Whether or not the Enforcers played a part in the events, it is clear that the cult succeeded in fighting its way out of the Second Empire, and went on to settle in the central north-west as what would become the Holy Nation. The Phoenix, whose true name has been long forgotten, declared on his death bed that he would be reincarnated as the first Okranite male born after his death, and the title of Phoenix is likely attributed to this notion of being reborn upon death. This is a process and belief that has been repeated for every Holy Lord Phoenix since.

The exact timing of the rebellion isn't clear, but it seems very likely that it did not coincide with the actual collapse of the Second Empire. We are told by Armour King, a skeleton armour store owner, that:

I started up this shop in the Second Empire town of Catch. It was a thriving market town, growing very strongly... I am proud to say this shop has been up and running for 937 years! - Armour King, dialogue when asked about his store

We therefore know that the Second Empire was not only standing, but flourishing, at least economically, 937 years before the current age. However, we also see that the current Phoenix - Holy Lord Phoenix LXII, blessed be his name - is the 62nd individual to hold said title. This means that the first Phoenix was 62 generations previous - a scale of time which would greatly pre-date the opening of Armour King's store in a booming Second Empire town. This means, then, that the rebellion pre-dated the empire's collapse, potentially by some time, and likely caused, or intensified, the measures which would come next under Cat-Lon's rule.

The Stranglehold Tightens, The Fingers Break
The events of the Cult Uprising would seem to have had an effect on Cat-Lon. While his intentions were good, he treated the cultists with a heavy hand and an oppressive regime, but he would not see the error in his ways. If anything, the uprising made things worse for those humans who were not in the cult, or who were but who were against the uprising, and who remained in the Second Empire. Cat-Lon, it would seem, became paranoid and afraid. He turned the empire's resources against it's own people. The Hydraulic Knights, once protectors of humanity and the empire, were transformed in to the brutish perpetrators of violence and execution against the down-trodden populace:

As time went on, the label of "pirate" became thrown around more and more gratuitously, and they found they were killing more of their own people than the real pirates were. - Item Description, CPU of General Jang

For reasons unknown, perhaps as leverage against perceived insurgents, or simply as a testament to the extreme degree of Cat-Lon's paranoia and transition from fair but blunt ruler into total oppressive dictator, he also ordered for human children to be taken and incarcerated:

Rhinobot just wanted to help, but he had no moral processing, and so would help with anything, even the most diabolical evil. He didn't see anything wrong with his child prisons. - Item Description, CPU of Rhinobot

Cat-Lon demonstrated his inability to understand humanity, or to learn from his mistakes. His reaction to a great uprising, caused by applying pressure and oppression upon his citizens, was to to apply further pressure and oppression upon his remaining citizens. Cat-Lon and his regime had become that very thing which he, and skeleton-kind as a whole, had themselves rebelled against so many years prior - a group which was dominated by fear of reprisal, and who would set out to cause great harm to those who they were supposed to protect simply to satiate that fear. It seems that at this stage some of the skeletons realised this great hypocrisy, and could see the dangerous slope they were quickly slipping towards, and attempted to aid the humans in some capacity. In reaction to this, Cat-Lon executed his grandest hypocrisy yet: He took away these skeleton's free will, reduced them to nothing but lobotomised servants to eliminate his fear of their making of their own decisions, simply because those decisions may have opposed him (sound familiar?).

I had to thrall them all! Traitors siding with the humans! Treason! - Mad Cat-Lon, dialogue when confronted by Player Character

Cat-Lon the great warrior and noble leader was gone. His mind was broken by paranoia and fear, and only the visage of a mad dictator remained.

This situation continued for a time, until a final event occurred which would prove to be the death-knell of the Second Empire: a great famine struck the land. Not only oppressed and abused, the human populace of the empire was also now starving. It proved to be the final burden they could bear.

He could never have foreseen the events that happened, but he still blamed himself for the famine, and the subsequent downfall of the empire. - Item Description, CPU of the Head of Agriculture

The empire collapsed under the strain. The humans that remained scattered, largely either to the Holy Nation or to form the cities which would eventually unite to form the United Cities Empire. The Enforcers underwent an exodus to the Stenn Desert and the surrounding regions. Many skeletons seem to have also abandoned the empire, striking out on their own or in groups, with some settling in a new city that was safe from the vengeful human factions. Even Tinfist, Cat-Lon's friend and a co-founder of the empire, left. It was not an occasion of great upheaval and violence, but rather a collective "giving up" of the populace, who had abandoned any notion that Cat-Lon had their best interests at heart.

- How did the Second Empire end?
- It just sort of rotted and fell apart. A mental disease. Very strange. Not at all like the first empire.
- The First Empire! What happened to that? How did the First Empire end?
- ... - Armour King, dialogue with Player Character

But Cat-Lon remained in the Capital. He sat upon his throne, surrounded by the thoughtless automatons he'd turned his people in to, and watched the empire crumble, the structures collapse and decay, the ash from nearby volcanoes coat the land until it was unrecognisable to any who had seen it before. The skeletons that remained would see their CPU's burn out, losing their minds and clinging to life over hundreds of years.

Looks like it has been damaged from overheating. It's a miracle this skeleton was still alive. - Item Description, Old CPU Unit

And all the while Cat-Lon remained in his throne-room, still consumed with nothing but fear and anger, and through all of this one thing is clear: he hadn't learnt a thing.

Has my judgement come so soon?
I had to thrall them all! Traitors siding with the humans! Treason!
Now we are nothing! What was the point of it all?
Have you tried looking after humans? They're monsters!
As they grow in number, so does their capacity for evil, and they won't even notice as they do it.
I was not the monster. - Mad Cat-Lon, dialogue upon seeing the Player Character

We all fought valiantly together for justice. We all endured chaos, we all mourned our lost comrades. The world looked a little brighter after we prevailed, but we were blinded by its false light.
Even Cat-Lon, ruling with a light heart but a heavy grip, had order slip between his fingers. He was our hero, but he became our enemy. And we were plunged back into blackness. - Unknown Old Book

The Second Empire was finished. It had set out to right the wrongs of the past, and had instead wholeheartedly repeated them. Cat-Lon's reign served only to solidify any mistrust and hatred that other races showed the skeletons, and that is the unfortunate legacy of what had the potential to be a glorious and lasting nation. The world was now splintered.

Epilogue
I hope you enjoyed this entry on the Second Empire. As in the previous entry, I will repeat that should you wish to express that you believe a different possibility occurred, it is expected that you will provide evidence and citations to reinforce that - as I have done. If you are correct, and I have grievously erred or missed information, I will correct the post appropriately. Also, if you wish to point out that a point above is unlikely or incorrect, but do not provide a better alternative, at the very least it would be pertinent to provide evidence for why the source material I myself cite is incorrect or insufficient. Without one of these two measures, your statement that something is wrong will lack weight or credibility, as the sources in the post have been construed together to form the most likely chain of events on the face of what information we have.
Research for this entry had surprising hurdles. While there was notably more information available than there was for the First Empire, the proper sequence for the events was more difficult to determine. I believe I have drawn from suitably adequate material and surrounding information to justify the placing of the events in the order portrayed. If you disagree, please refer to the above procedure for expressing that disagreement constructively.
If there is yet further interest in more entries, I will gladly move on to writing, in what spare time I have, of the time following the collapse of the Second Empire up to the Modern Age. Let me know! As usual, I look forward to any discussion, and can provide personal theories if asked, as they had no place in the post itself.
Thank you for reading!

EDIT: Once again, thank you for the gildings. Stobe would be proud of your love for the lore.
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2019.03.27 00:09 Redcoat_Chazzles Just Dinner (PART 1)

This happened several years ago. I am of the firm belief that if I write this down, it might aid in me overcoming my nightmares.
So, a bit of backstory. I was a college student working for my Bachelors in English. My professor, who I'll name Professor Christie, was a very eccentric sort of teacher. He enjoyed talking with his students about hypothetical situations involving different fictional stories, like "If you were the main character in A Tell-Tale Heart, do you think the beating of the heart would get to you or do you think you'd be able to pass it off?" or "If you were Moist von Lipwig, what would you introduce to the people of Ankh-Morpork and why?". Stuff like that.
Through quizzes, exercises and our assignments, he had accrued a circle of individuals that he called his "Golden Circle" and I was one of it's illustrious members. The membership meant nothing but it showed your dedication to the class. As a rule, if you failed twice on an assignment or did something unbecoming of a student, you were booted out of the circle and had to work your way back up that particular Olympus before you were even considered for readmittance. Professor Christie also had friends in other professors classes, one of them being my friend Aaron, who was studying History and the Professor made it a habit of getting to know students from particular fields he found interesting.
During my third year of college, Professor Christie took a sabbatical and was rarely seen on campus. We later found out that his wife had gone missing a month prior and that the police had found her car splattered with her blood in a nearby copse. They had declared her dead and so the Dean gave the Professor time off to grieve. During that time, we members of the Golden Circle got together, along with the students he knew from other classes, and decided to check on him and get him some bereavement cards. We had to go through his assistant, Bradley, although he was more than accommodating and he even chipped in to a funeral fund we had decided to put together for him.
Professor Christie came back just in time for exam season. This was a time of year rife with stress, anxiety and backroom deals. Everyone and their dogs knew someone who could help them take the edge off one way or another. As a member of the Golden Circle, I and a few other members made sure that we'd be available to help the other students if they were ever in any need of a study buddy. A few times, we received the expected "Do you have a way in with the Professor?" and "Can't you just sneak us the answers?" requests. Trust me, if I could have gotten the answers, I would have.
I'm just going to put this out there; I was a very keen observer of people. I sometimes spent my free time watching the world pass me by, looking at the ways other people interacted with each other to try to get a sense of how they were feeling. And, on a few occasions, I'd monitored the Professor and his habits. He had a penchant for superstition; always avoided walking under ladders and the like. He favoured his left hand when writing but used his right hand for physical activity. And he always walked with a limp despite not using a cane. The way our campus buildings were designed, the sides facing the quad were all glass, which meant we could see into the rooms at the front of each building. Most of these rooms were smaller classrooms or meeting rooms for the business students but a few were offices. Unfortunately for the Professor but maybe good for me, the Professor's office was one of these rooms. The glass was angled so ,from certain perspectives, you could see the reflection of the street outside but, from an equal viewing are, you could see with a clear view of the office. As it happened, a campus cafe was situated on the second floor of our main campus building, so I could sit at the table nearest the balcony and look into Professor Christie's office.
From this vantage point, certain things became clear; the limp the Professor walked with was because he kept a key in his shoe. From time to time, he'd remove it from the heel of the shoe and use it to open the bottom most drawer of the desk (The desk draws were facing the eastern wall so it wasn't hard to tell). I had noticed this action of checking the drawer was more frequent during times of quizzes and exams so I had a mental note of that drawer being a possible location of test answers.
One night, out of the blue, Professor Christie walked up to me and asked me if I'd like to come over to his house for dinner. At first I began to decline but he went on to explain that A) I'd be the only member of the Golden Circle going and B) the other people in attendance would be the other students he was friendly with.
"Please, do come, "he said eagerly, "it will be the most exquisite dinner you've ever had".
I mulled it over for a bit and then agreed. I reasoned that this was probably a way that he could get some company in the house since his wife's passing.
One thing I learned on Day One of my first year with Professor Christie was that he definitely loved a prank; the more dangerous, the better. It started when he entered the lecture hall and said there was an airbag under a chair in the room and, only at the end, did he show the class it was his chair. During my second year, he got several undergrads to dress up as firefighters and pull a student and her roommates from their room under the assumption there was a fire. What he hadn't told the undergrads was that he had set a small controlled fire in the dumpster outside. So when they all rushed out off the student housing complex, not only were the students scared for the fire, but the undergrads were terrified because of the real fire that sprang up near them. While he did get into trouble for the fire, the Dean let it slide on account that the Professor had tenure and the prank had done its job; the student passed her exam and got her Masters.
During the days before the dinner, I met up with Aaron, who I discovered was also going. We were talking about the Professor and I offhandedly mentioned the pranks. Aaron was very familiar, Aaron was walking the halls when he saw Professor Christie enter the Archeology Dept with an airhorn. He heard it go off a few seconds later and the sound of a smash. Luckily, the only thing broken was the mug of the Archeology Professor. Aaron then told me that he'd also seen Professor Christie paying off a guy in a car and being handed a package. Where we live, weed is legal, but is frowned upon on campus. Putting two and two together, Aaron and I agreed that he'd bought some weed and planned to spike us at his dinner.
The night of the dinner arrives and Aaron picks me up and takes me to the Professor's house. I decided to go smart-casual and I wasn't alone in that assessment as, when we pulled up, everyone was in a variation of smart shirt and jeans and/or dress bottom. The Professor's house was amazing; a three story house with gothic architectural themes (according to Aaron). It had a two bay windows, with a vine of holly up the wall above the door and a lovely and well kept garden. Walking up the short flight of stairs, we were greeted by his assistant, Bradley, who ushered us in and showed us to the study. The study was as it should be for an English Professor; wall-to-wall bookshelves, with a fireplace against the interior wall. Along the emptier walls were cabinets containing taxidermied animals of various sizes, the largest being a Bloodhound named Rufus who had been commemorated in the position of raising his paw, forever his master's "good boy". In the middle of the room sat a table with several papers and texts sat on it. One by one, everyone in that room, including myself and Aaron, looked over that table. When the last guest arrived, Bradley joined us and began to talk to one of the other guests. I walked up to him and asked him what was going on tonight,
"I have no idea; Professor Christie told me about this dinner a week ago. He told me that I wouldn't have to do a lot as he had hired help to do most of the tasks for the evening"
I thought about it for a second; if this was a dinner for select guests, naturally, the Professor would want to give his long time assistant a break for the night and a chance to enjoy the food. I asked Bradley if he knew what the Professor had bought from the man in the car.
"No idea. I thought it might be drugs to spike the dinner as part of a prank, but it looks like no drug I've ever seen. It came with a pipette" Bradley answered. I concurred with him on the weed thing but this point about a pipette was very intriguing.
As the clock struck seven, a man in a white tuxedo ushered us into the dining room. As we walked across the hall to the study, two more people in white tuxedos were stood next to the double doors to the dining room.
"They must be the hired staff" I said to Aaron as we entered the dining room.
The dining room, like the study, was befitting of such a lovely home; a lovely, long oak table, with a chandelier over the middle of it. For tonight, it would seem, the tables had been set out with the finest cutlery and crockery I'd ever seen. It all looked immaculate. Sat at the head of the table was Professor Christie.
"Come in, come in, please, sit, sit, sit" he said with a friendly tone.
As we sat down, the professor went around the table, introducing each of the students. In total, there was 6 of us, 7 if you include Bradley. On my left sat Aaron, whilst on my right say Bhargav, a Political Science Major. In front of him was Deborah, a student of the Dramatic Arts, in front of me was Veronica, a Chemistry Ace going for her Masters degree and in front of Aaron was Dustin, a Business and Finance whizz. Bradley was sat at the other end of the table, positioned directly in front of the Professor. Greeting each other more formally, we turned our attention to Professor Christie. As the others listened intently, I couldn't help but notice the others. Aaron was leaning back in his chair, Deborah was sweating more than what was usual for an average temperature room, Veronica had her hands placed over her mouth and she kept biting her thumb nail. Dustin was blinking rapidly and Bhargav's leg was bouncing up and down. Even I found my eyes darting around the room, which made it perfectly clear to me at least; we were all anticipating the prank. We must have all found out about the Professor's exchange and therefore we must all be anxious for it to be sprung on us. I finally zoned back in to what Professor Christie was saying.
"... and so, I believe I've spoken long enough. Let's have dinner"
Clapping his hands, two hired servers entered carrying large, lidded plates, followed by four more servers with several trays of food. As the plates were placed down and the lids removed, the intoxicating aromas danced around the room, fluttering across the nostrils and into our minds. Each plate held a different dish from a different course and all of them were lovely to behold and were sure to be even lovelier to eat. However, I and Aaron looked at each other, knowing that any bite could be spiked with cannabis... or whatever Professor Christie had gotten his hands on. Looking around the table, I could see that the others were just as apprehensive; further confirming that they were all as aware of the potential prank. As the last of the dishes was placed, the Professor invited us to dig into this lovely feast. Slowly, we all filled up our plates, keeping an eye on who took from what and how much we had on our plates. Aaron and I were very picky about what we chose; if it was cannabis, we avoided any baked goods. If it was a hallucinogen, we avoided large steaks and burgers. Whilst we had to fill our plates, we were frugal with our portion sizes.

As the dinner went on, I noticed that Deborah, the actor that she was, was grabbing huge forkfuls of food and bringing it to her mouth, only to pretend to take a big bite and setting the same uneaten food back down on the plate, clearing the utensil as she did so before repeating the action all over again. Bhargav, not as smart as Deborah but just as anxious, found an ingenious way of making the food disappear by dumping it into his shoe. Every four fake spoonfuls, he'd dump a large fifth one into his left shoe and then repeat himself. I don't know where Veronica was hiding hers but her plate looked emptier every minute. Did she take a risk and actually eat the food? I wasn't going to ask, I just focused on my way of hiding my unwillingness to eat. The dinner seemed to last for long excruciating hours, each non bite extending the time until, finally, the servers returned and removed the dishes. The Professor, the only one of us to enjoy his meal, sat there with a large smile on his face, his stomach clearly full.
"That was a lovely meal, I must say," he said. Suddenly, the smile disappeared from his face as he positioned himself to a more upright position, "What a shame none of you ate any of it"
We were all shocked. We were sure that our methods of hiding our none consumption were nigh foolproof. However, as the Professor's demeanour changed, the room felt colder and darker, as though the previous warmth afforded us this evening were no longer here. We fidgeted slightly in our chairs as the atmosphere changed from one of friends to one of the cold academia we had never experienced with Professor Christie before. With another clap, another server came out and presented a large pot of broth and placed it in the middle of the table. Standing up, the Professor addressed us no longer as friends but as suspects.
"I've brought you all here tonight because I know that at least one of you is a vicious liar and sneak thief" he said coldly. The emphasis on the words "vicious" and "thief" made it clear that we were now dealing with a side of Professor Christie we had never seen before.
"Each of you were invited because each of you have an avenue with which you mean to cheat your way to answers you do not need nor deserve".
Gone was his beaming smile, gone was his lovely warm voice. We were dealing with the intonations and character of a cold and methodical chessmaster, whose moves we learned as the night progressed. We remained silent so that we may at least learn a little bit more.
"I know that you, Veronica, have a sibling in my undergraduate class. A sibling, I know, who is doing very poorly with her studies and is more than likely going to fail unless she passes the exams this season"
Veronica kept a stern face as Professor Christie brought up her sister, but her tearing eyes betrayed her inner anger at accused. Or was it more that the Professor had cottoned on to what her true plan was?
"And you, Dustin, you're quite business savvy, aren't you? And having had a look at your school records, I know that you have a citation for trying to copy the teacher's note papers from her desk back in high school. Twice"
Dustin flinched at that accusation. He looked uncomfortable, even more so than everyone else here, who had to listen as the Professor aired out some of their past secrets. However, a look he gave as the Professor left his side suggested that Dustin was uneasy at the idea that he had been caught. But for which act, I did not know.
Walking back to his seat, he presented an antique pocket watch. It was very ornate; with swans carved into the lid and a brass lining around the rim of the glass. He glanced at it once before returning it to his pocket.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, despite what you may believe, I had not "spiked" the food for today's meal. Those of you who partook of the meal I am glad you have full stomachs. To those that didn't, I'm sorry to see that food has gone to waste and you have wasted your opportunity at a last meal" Professor Christie announced.
We were all taken aback by what Professor Christie had said, but the words that stuck in my head, repeating in the gap of every beat of my heart; "Last Meal". What on Earth was the Professor planning?
Aaron had been becoming more and more shifty as the night went on and this last statement sent him into a breakdown. All the anxiety and fear built up and exploded in a very angry outburst.
"WHAT IS THIS ALL FOR!? IS THIS A SICK GAME?!" Aaron yelled, his voice cracking with fear.
The Professor, as a calm as he had ever been, took what Aaron had said and, in turn, answered to the room.
"I did not poison your food with any illicit substance. A few of you may have seen me a few days ago retrieve a package from a man in a car. This package is what I have used to ensure your complicity. I'm sure some of you noticed the vines hanging on the walls outside?" He stated.
A cold chill ran down my spine; "ensure our complicity?" What nightmare had I welcomed when I agreed to attend this damned feast.
Deborah spoke up, "What do you mean, ensure our complicity? And what's that got to do with the vines"
"Last night, someone broke into my office, opened my desk drawer and removed something very valuable from my possession. I would like it back" replied the Professor as he once again got up and walked around the table.
Stepping behind my and Aaron's chairs, the once warm aura and cheerful disposition of the Professor was replaced with an intense feeling of dread. He bent down between me and Aaron, his head now at our level.
"The vines outside grow a particular berry called White Baneberry. In large doses, it is a very strong poison but over time it slowly kills the host within a matter of hours. My contact in the car was giving me the liquid form of the berries I gave him".
We were all puzzled by what the Professor was saying; he must have been planning this for a while. A cheerful veneer masked a meticulously evil underbelly.
"So, if this poison is suppose to make us come clean to you, how do you intend to poison us?" asked Bradley, a look of concern etched to his round face.
"Well", said the Professor, as he began to pace around the table "I could have put it in your drinks but there was always a chance that some of you might be suspicious enough to avoid drinking"
In reaction, some of us glanced at our glasses, which some of us had drank from.
"There was no way I could put it in the food. I wanted to partake in such a lovely meal so I didn't really want to poison myself"
We watched as he hovered over the remaining seated guests, before moving away from the table and over to the long windows at the back of the room.
"But the one thing I was sure about was that, even if you never drank a drop and never ate a morsel, you'd all at least pretend that you did"
The penny dropped. We sat there, frozen as a the fear of God entered all of us as we realised; he'd coated all the cutlery with the poison.
"So, in one hour, you will all experience the worst pain imaginable as the poison took effect, you'll- Actually, no, I won't tell you what will happen to you. All I will tell you is this; if someone doesn't tell me what has happened to my property, you will never find the antidote" the Professor stated.

Needless to say, the nightmare was only just beginning...
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2018.12.07 21:25 MadisonTW The Good Student - Chapter Seven - MoodyLit

Dizzy was dressed in a sky blue jacket with a high collar and gold buttons. It was similar to an outfit she had as a child, her favourite that she wore on special occasions like the grand finals of the snail derby (an annual event held behind the stables) or the opening of their secret clubhouse, made of silk bed sheets hanging over an abandoned fox den.
“We could go in my room,” Nic suggested, doing his best to keep his voice level and his heart inside his chest. It was hammering so fast he was in danger of breaking a rib.
“Private,” repeated Dizzy. Her mouth shrank into an impatient bud.
Nic smiled. He remembered that look only too well. When she was in this kind of mood there was no placating her.
Her eyes narrowed and he quickly wiped away the smirk in case she thought he was mocking her. She usually followed it up with a full-body tackle and an attempt to make him eat dirt. Often a successful attempt.
He fought back the grin now trying to force its way onto his face. How he had missed those looks. How his heart soared as he watched them play out in front of him like a medley of her greatest hits.
“Um, okay. How about outside? There’s a pond over there no one visits.” He pointed awkwardly around and over her to a small copse. The trees surrounded a pool covered in lily pads and slicks of algae. Clouds of tiny insects made it less than ideal as a meeting place but also made it less likely that they would be disturbed.
She nodded, curt and serious, and then turned around and walked away without waiting for him.
Nic quickly pulled the door closed and followed. He ran to catch up and then felt foolish for scampering like a puppy and slowed to a more casual gait. He felt anything but casual. She disappeared behind the foliage and Nic felt a pang of fear that she wouldn’t be there when he arrived, and sped up so as to not lose her.
He knew he was being ridiculous, but this was the moment he had worked so hard to reach and it was already nothing like how he had imagined it.
He brushed aside the fronds of a tall shrub, ignoring the scratches, and found her waiting, staring into the pond, her back to him.
He stopped and tried to slow his breathing. The insects buzzed loudly, their refrains rising and falling. Amphibious croaks intruded on their concerto. This wasn’t a place of natural beauty left to run wild, it was a nursery for various unfriendly fauna used in zoological classes. Many of the insects possessed nasty stings and some of the frogs were poisonous. It wasn’t something you would want to be too near to, which was why it had been placed apart from the main campus where it would cause the least disturbance and irritation. Just like the Also-Rans.
“It’s nice to see you again, Dizzy.”
She spun around, her eyes flashing with anger. “Don’t call me that. Who do you think you’re talking to?”
Nic was a little startled and took a step back. “S-sorry. I didn’t mean… what should I call you?”
She came storming towards him, no let up in her enraged expression. Nic stumbled backwards until he was swallowed by a bush. He jumped forward as the thorns bit into him. The flora wasn’t that friendly either.
Nic suddenly lurching towards her halted Dizzy’s charge and she was the one to retreat now, but Nic was practically falling on top of her. He stuck out his hands and grabbed her shoulders to steady himself.
“Don’t touch me,” she said through clenched teeth.
“Sorry.” He let go and pulled his hands down by his sides. Then behind his back.
They stood face to face, neither saying anything. Buzzes and chirps and plops in the water filled their silence.
He was taller than her, he was glad about that. Her hair was long and straight and she had a clip that kept it from her face. Her eyes—
“Stop staring like that,” she said. “It’s disgusting.”
This wasn’t going at all how he had hoped. Defeated before he’d even had a chance. He turned his head away.
“You’re the one who wanted to talk in private. What did you want to talk about?”
When she didn’t reply, he looked back. Her cheeks were flushed red and her mouth was set in a hard line.
“Why are you here, Nic?”
He shrugged. “To get an education. I heard good things about this place, they have excellent facil—”
“Stop it! Why are you really here?”
Nic looked at her. Her hands were in tight fists and the expression of anger now seemed more like distress. He didn’t want to spar with her. He didn’t want to make her feel like this.
“I missed you.” She was looking at him like he wasn’t making sense. Maybe he wasn’t. “You meant a lot to me and then you were gone, and I didn’t know what else to do but follow you here. I worked so hard, for so long, some days it didn’t seem worth it, but I couldn’t give up. Not until I saw you again.”
“You were right,” said Dizzy. “It wasn’t worth it. You shouldn’t have come. I’m sorry if all your hard work was for nothing, but that isn’t my fault. This place… it isn’t for you. I worked hard, too. I have a life here. Friends. I don’t need you messing things up. We played together as children. You were my maid’s son, that’s all.”
Each word was like a body blow, knocking a little more life out of him. He tried not to show it on his face.
“I understand. Don’t worry, I won’t embarrass you—I won’t even tell anyone I know you. I just needed to know, and now I do. I won’t be a bother.”
“Good.” She let out a breath that sounded to Nic like relief. Had she expected him to try and force her into being his friend? Threaten to reveal her dirty secret, that she’d once played with a boy beneath her station?
It wasn’t like he hadn’t considered this outcome as a possibility. It was the most likely, you didn’t have to be good at statistics to know that; and Nic was an excellent statistician. But there was solace even in failure. Who wanted their happily ever after to happen at sixteen? What would you do with the rest of your life?
He looked past her at the pond. The creatures continued with their daily chores, unimpressed by the inconsequential drama playing out beside them.
“Do you still catch frogs?” he said without thinking. “And keep them in your pants?” He smiled at the recollection.
Her face tightened again. “I want you to forget everything about me. Like it never existed.”
One more body blow, right in the gut. “I’ll do what you say, Dizzy, but you can’t have my memories. They belong to me, and her, not you. And you’re wrong. It was worth it. She was worth it.”
“And I told you not to call me Dizzy. Only my family call me that, and you aren’t. If you have to address me, call me Miss Delcroix, the same as your mother.”
The knockout blow. She’d put him in his place, and that place was on the floor. Sometimes it’s better to lie there and let the referee count you out than to struggle back to your feet just to get knocked down again. He lowered his head and let the sadness pass. When he looked up again, she was gone.
Well, it wasn’t so bad, he told himself. At least he hadn’t burst into tears. And she’d remembered him, that was for sure. He had made an impression on her life, one as about as welcome as an unsightly stain, but now he had his answer. All he had left to do was work out what to do for the next two years stuck in this place. Something bit him and he slapped himself on the cheek. He should have done that five years ago.
“That was intense.”
Nic spun around to find Simole standing there. She hadn’t made a sound approaching which seemed unfeasible. They were surrounded by plants forming a thick green wall on all sides, but she looked immaculate. Nic looked around and then up. Had she been sitting in the tree?
“So she’s the reason why you worked so hard to get into this place. You must be kicking yourself for being so stupid. I wouldn’t be able to look myself in the mirror after making that big a fool of myself. I mean, she really wasn’t interested. At all. Not even a little, tiny bit. ‘Call me Miss Delcroix’. Brutal.”
“She wasn’t always like that,” said Nic, suddenly having to defend the girl who had just crushed him under her heel.
“Sure. Nobody starts off that full of themselves. You need time to grow the right muscles, really develop the ability to look down on people. She must have put in a tonne of effort to get to that level of spite so quickly.”
“You won’t say anything, will you?”
“Me? No. I think there’s still hope.”
Nic was surprised. “Really?”
“Two childhood friends, separated by privilege and money, coming together because the boy just wouldn’t give up on his first love. When you think about it like that, it’s kind of… creepy. Basically, you’re a stalker. No wonder she was so mad.” Simole shivered. “I might have been too hasty, she may be the victim here.”
“I’m not a stalker.”
“Technically, if we go by the dictionary definition, yes, you are.”
Another midge nipped at him and he slapped himself again. “Why are you enjoying this so much? This is the most fun I think I’ve ever seen you have. You like seeing people suffer, do you?”
“I don’t know. It is fun, though. Tell me more about her, when you were kids.”
“I’d rather not. I’m trying to put it behind me.”
“Oh, maybe I should discuss it with Fanny and Davo.”
“Are you blackmailing me?”
“No,” said Simole. “Actually, yes.” Her smile was wicked but playful.
Begrudgingly, or maybe not so begrudgingly, Nic relived some of his fondest childhood memories. Rescuing lambs being prepared for slaughter and releasing them into the woods (they all died horribly). Stealing fruit pies with a fishing rod (not one made it out of the kitchen, mostly ending splattered on the tiled floor). Building a large boat out of a bunch of smaller boats tied together and sailing for the open seas (they got as far as the next town before a Royal Navy barge intercepted them).
Like reminiscing at a wake, the stories helped ease some of Nic’s grief. It was as though he was letting go of a friend who had passed and he began to feel a little better. He didn’t blame the girl Dizzy had become for his silly infatuation. He would put the past behind him and be grateful for the happiness he had been granted, whatever the cost to him now.
Simole listened and nodded, laughing occasionally but saying little until he had finished. Then she said, “Strange how worked up she was even before she saw you. Almost like she got mad on purpose because she didn’t trust herself to be around you normally. People who wear anger like a mask are generally hiding their true feeling. I wonder what face she was hiding.”
Just as he’d come to terms with his life’s ambition not working out the way he’d hoped, Simole’s word slingshotted him back into the middle of his turmoil.
“Wait, what do you mean? Are you saying… What are you saying?”
Simole smiled her wicked smile and then walked back into the house, leaving him with his mouth hanging open and no idea what to think.
The next few days kept Nic busy enough not to dwell too much on what Simole had said. If Dizzy had put on an act for some reason it didn’t really make a difference—she still didn’t want anything to do with him. It wasn’t something he needed to sort out immediately. They would be in the same place for the next two years. If there was something more, he had time to let it make itself apparent. But there probably wasn’t, he told himself.
With lessons before and after school, and then the full day of classes, there was plenty to distract him. He still spent most evenings in the library, but made sure to sit with his back to the central area so he wasn’t even tempted to look over towards the Standard Club. Despite his lifelong obsession with a little girl he once knew, he also had his other obsession to fall back on. The library had books he had never read and he had all the free time he needed. Plus a key to the library’s back door he hadn’t even used yet.
The extra tuition proved to be very useful. Nic slowly extended his questioning to subjects well beyond what they were learning in class, but he did it in a conversational way that seemed to naturally branch off from what the teacher was trying to explain. Often,their planned topics would be forgotten as the small group entered into a discussion about the broader aspects, leaving Nic plenty of room to ask highly esoteric questions. Nic knew he was on a clock. Eventually, the lessons would be cancelled and he wanted to mine as much information as he could. Some of the teachers may have suspected what he was up to, but they seemed to quite enjoy talking around the topics they themselves were once fascinated by.
Mrs Finleaves, the Advanced Calculations teacher, was one of those who would gladly be led astray from the core lesson plans she came prepared with, into wildly theoretical concepts well beyond the scope of a normal school lesson. Ad. Calc. involved equations and formulae that underpinned all structural endeavours, from pitching a tent to erecting a wizard’s tower.
“So something like, I don’t know, the Pagoda on campus would need foundations twice as deep as Dole’s Coefficient states if you wanted to attract dimensional waves?”
“Oh, the Pagoda, such an interesting building, isn’t it? I only wish Mr Tenner would allow me to inspect it from the inside. He’s very secretive about what goes on in there, you know? It’s not only Dole’s Coefficient you’d need to apply, it requires you to take graviton waves into consideration.”
“Because of the stress on the internal matrix?”
“That’s right! Let me show you the equation. My own thesis was on this subject, coincidentally.”
It was no coincidence. Nic had read her papers and just needed some clarification on the finer points. Mrs Finleaves was only too happy to oblige.
During regular classes, the Also-Rans kept a low profile, always sitting at the back, never asking questions or drawing undue attention. The other students ignored them and that was fine. The academic side of things were at least proceeding in a fruitful manner, until Nic made the mistake of speaking without thinking.
It was during a regular Ad. Calc. class with Mrs Finleaves, and she asked a question no one knew the answer to. For some reason, she decided to wait until someone at least made an attempt, but no one seemed willing.
Nic wasn’t really paying attention, it was all material he had covered already, but when she asked the same question for the third time, he instinctively called out the answer.
The whole class turned to look at him, and not with admiration. He realised his mistake immediately, but it was too late. He looked down at his book, hoping Mrs Finleaves would carry on with the lesson and his intervention would be quickly forgotten. Unfortunately, the students were not it a forgetful mood.
It wasn’t until lunchtime that Nic learned this. As he and the others sat in their secluded eating area, a committee of young men appeared at the end of the table. They were all fellow members of Ad. Calc.
“You,” said the leader, a tall, blond boy with slicked back hair in the popular style, but far more glossy and well-maintained than any head of hair Nic had previously observed. Ever.
“Hm?” said Nic through a mouthful of soup.
“Don’t you think it’s improper for you to receive additional tuition when you’ve already caught up with the rest of us? An unfair advantage, I’d say.”
The half-dozen boys backing him up nodded and grunted their agreement.
The question that he’d answered in class had been quite basic. It wasn’t something Nic needed extra lessons to know as he’d covered the topic even before he arrived at Ransom. He decided it would probably be indelicate to tell the boy this.
“We had an extra class with Mrs Finleaves this morning,” said Nic, which was true. “She went over that same question then. That’s the only reason I knew the answer.” Which was not true, but sounded plausible.
There was some muttering between the boys. This new information seemed to make a lot of sense to them. Of course he wasn’t smarter, he just got lucky.
“I see,” said the leader. “But I don’t think you’re so far behind that you need to take up the teachers’ time with your special needs.”
Nic nodded. “I think the lessons are coming to an end, anyway.”
It wasn’t a commitment to do anything, but it seemed to mollify the disgruntled boys who moved off, throwing a few suspicious looks his way, but nothing more.
“Do you know who that was?” asked Davo. Nic shook his head. “His Royal Highness Prince Leovek, fifth in line to the throne.”
There were many members of the royal house studying at Ransom, mostly minor royalty. Honorifics weren’t used by the teachers and no special treatment given while in class, although there were special accommodations for the more privileged among them. Prince Leovek was high on that list.
“I didn’t know,” said Nic, not really sure what he would have done differently even if he had.
“You should be careful,” said Davo. “People like him have Secret Service following them around. One false step and you’ll disappear faster than a pregnant chambermaid.”
Nic looked around for signs of the Secret Service. He knew of them, of course—highly trained men and women charged with the welfare of the most important of important people—but he had never seen them in the flesh. He didn’t see any now, either.
Fanny was peering around, too. “Where are they?”
“They don’t stand around in plain sight,” said Davo. “I’ve seen them at my father’s store when the top nobs come in. The flagship one in the capital, you know?” He shook his head sourly at the blank faces. “You people need to get out more.”
“What did they look like?” asked Fanny.
“Well, I haven’t seen them, just felt them. Like shadows.”
It seemed a fanciful story, but that didn’t mean it was untrue. Secret Service or not, Nic knew he would do well to avoid conflict with someone of such high standing and pledged himself to staying as inconspicuous as possible.
Unfortunately, Mrs Finleaves had other ideas. In the next Ad. Calc. class she asked another very straightforward question, at least Nic thought so, which was once again met by deafening silence. Nic wasn’t about to make the same mistake twice and kept his mouth shut.
But Mrs Finleaves was frustrated by her students’ apparent unwillingness to meet her halfway. It didn’t speak well of her teaching methods that the entire class was unaware of rudimentary principles.
“Mr Tutt, perhaps you can answer this question as you did the last.” She was clearly intending to use to Nic to embarrass the class. The shame of being outsmarted by an Also-Ran would drive them to study harder, she no doubt thought. Nic suspected the shame would drive them to an entirely different course of action.
He, of course, knew the answer. He could have given three different methods with full citations and references. But that wouldn’t have ended well.
“Ah, I’m not really…” He looked to the side. Davo was slowly shaking his head at him. He looked across to the other side where Simole was ignoring him altogether. She was busy doodling something in her notebook. It looked like a dragon with smoke coming out of its nostrils.
“Mr Tutt?”
He should have just said he didn’t know, but it went so against his way of thinking he found it impossible. “Is it Nestor’s third algorithm? X minus the third quadrant?” He tried to make it sound as vague and guess-like as possible.
Davo buried his face in his hand.
“Exactly. Why is it a new boy can know the answer, while a whole class full of Ransom students can’t?”
Prince Leovek stood up at the front of the class. He looked a bit red around the ears, Nic thought.
“Perhaps because he has received extra tuition,” he said somewhat haughtily.
“I can assure you I haven’t covered any of these matters in our remedial classes. This is basic material I would expect you all to be familiar with. But apparently not. Now please sit down.”
Her tone was not helping, but Nic couldn’t think of what to say that wouldn’t make matters even worse.
Prince Leovek did not sit down. He stormed to the back of the room pointed his finger at Nic. “I demand you decline further tutelage outside of school hours.”
It wasn’t like Nic had expected the classes to go on forever. If it was going to prevent any more unpleasantness, Nic would be happy to comply with the cease and desist order. But before he could agree, Simole spoke.
“The tuition will end when the teachers decide, not you.”
There was a gasp. Prince Leovek’s redness migrated from his ears all the way to the front of his appalled face.
“Now, that’s enough,” said Mrs Finleaves. “Everyone return to your seats.”
The Prince was the only one out of his seat, and he wasn’t ready to return anywhere. “You will do as I command and you can tell your slut—”
His back was to the class, but Nic could see why he suddenly stopped talking. His mouth had closed so tightly it looked like his lips had been sealed together with wax. His eyes bounced around in their sockets, wild with confusion, but the rest of him didn’t move. It was like he was encased in a statue of himself.
Then he slammed down onto his knees. The crack was loud and sounded painful, but his mouth remained shut, releasing only a slight moan. Then his head pitched forward with his arms pinned to his sides and his forehead hit the floor with a sharp slap.
Simole continued doodling as the Prince bowed down in front of her. “I accept your apology,” she said without looking at him.
The door to the classroom was thrown open and three men appeared. They didn’t exactly come through the door, at least not in a way that had been visible, they were suddenly just there. They were very tall, dressed in black from the neck down, and wore masks, each a different colour, covering the top half of their faces and most of their hair. They also had swords, two each, strapped to their backs.
They ran to the back of the class, the red mask ahead of the white and green. He stopped just behind the bent over Prince and looked at Simole.
“If you would be so kind, my lady.” His voice was deep and powerful, but extremely respectful.
Simole nodded and the Prince’s body visibly slackened. As soon as control of his body was returned to him, he reared up, his forehead even redder than the rest of his face, and began screaming. “Arrest her! I want her thrown in prison. Now!”
His demands got louder and more insistent the more they were ignored. The three men, who looked like they could have killed everyone in the room without breaking a sweat, didn’t make a move to apprehend Simole.
“I’m afraid that won’t be possible, Your Highness,” said Red.
“What?” He was even more incensed with his bodyguard than he had been with Simole. “I’m ordering you. I don’t care what—”
This time the one to cut the Prince off was his own man. He placed a hand on the Prince’s neck and he went limp. Before he could hit the ground, he was lifted up onto a shoulder and carried out, followed by the other two men. Once they’d gone, gently closing the door behind them, the room exploded into chatter.
“Enough! That’s enough,” cried out Mrs Finleaves, trying to restore order and failing. Only the bell sounding the end of class stopped full pandemonium, and only because Simole got up. Silence descended like a wet rag over a pan fire as the entire classroom watched her make her way to the door and leave. And then instant bedlam once more.
There was one more class that day and word had spread so that there was a constant twitter of conversation. Mr Coolpo was baffled by his students’ lack of focus during his Economic Analysis class, and as a strict disciplinarian was quick to start handing out detentions, which brought some semblance of order. Simole remained oblivious, or at least appeared so, although she must have realised the effect she was having.
When they returned to the cottage, she simply went to her room without saying anything about the day’s events.
“That was magic,” said Fanny. “I’m sure it was.”
“Of course it was,” said Davo. “You don’t need a mage for a father to know that. The question is, how was she able to do it?”
The three of them were in Nic’s room, quietly discussing what they’d witnessed in hushed tones.
“It’s not unknown,” said Fanny. “Sometimes you get a natural, someone born with it.”
“Yes,” said Davo, “but then why would she only just be starting Ransom now? People like that are fast tracked, aren’t they? They would have jumped her a few years and put her in the Royal College by now. Where has she been all this time?”
Fanny shrugged. “And did you hear how the Secret Service guy spoke to her. Are they that polite to everyone?”
They both looked at Nic, sitting in the leather chair Davo had provided, a book open in his hand.
“What do you think, Nic?” asked Davo.
Nic sighed. “I think that’s the end of our private tuition. Looks like we’re on our own from here.”
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2018.11.21 17:22 AudreyHelpburn What do you wish the average Englander knew about NI?

Edit : Really appreciating you guys engaging with me and answering questions. Thank you one and all!
Edit 2: Regardless of the lack of karma this post generated, I feel i have learned a lot. Some of you have shared some wonderful resources. Thank you!
Edit <3: If I could find all of you who are sharp g links and resources, I would! Thank you so much for your help.
Hello good people of northern Ireland!
Some background on me to give you an idea of where I'm coming from, I'm a 27-year-old Englishman who leans left politically, although I'm not sure I still qualify as a lefty, what with the shift in Westminster politics. I'm also of the opinion that the UK and Ireland (both NI and ROI) would benefit from a proper federal arrangement, something similar to the US model with an English parliament in the North of England. I realise this is probably not popular with most ROI residents. I also realise that ROI is an entirely separate state.
I understand that the Northern Ireland situation is complex, and im just too young to remember the troubles. I vaguely remember the Good Friday Agreement coming in, and I broadly understand its significance, if not the finer details. I grew up viewing Belfast as a place where English people would not be particularly welcome, but this is against the backdrop of the tail end of The Troubles, and my understanding as a young child learning about this from the news. Over the last decade, I have become much more politically aware, but NI has always remained a bit of a mystery to me.
If my understanding is correct, the very oversimplified version of the NI situation is that the NI and ROI were historically separated by religion. The Protestants of NI had not treated Catholics well, and they feared retribution in the Free Irish State. WW1 may have sped up or bolstered the desire of the Catholic majority areas of Ireland to secede from the UK/British Empire.
If im butchering your history, I apologise. We never really covered this in school, and as an adult trying to learn about your history, and indeed my own history (we never learned about the evils perpetrated by our colonial empire, and i have always resented being denied the full story of our heritage) im not sure what the best resources are. Wikipedia is helpful, as long as one makes sure to check the citations, but beyond that I don't really know where tk go. I would love to be set straight on these issues.
I would also like to understand Northern Irish history and current political and cultural sentiments much better than I currently do. Hence my question; what do you wish we understood better about your country? Whether its the average English person, or the average English politician.
I hope that all makes sense. And again, if I'm hopelessly and maddeningly wrong in my understanding of things, I apologise. I would appreciate detailed responses, but even if its just a single sentence, im eager to learn.
If anyone can recommend some good balanced reading material, that would be fantastic.
Thank you!
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2018.11.07 02:52 Nackolas117 A case for the notion of broad collective temporary sexual abstinence for the purpose of achieving world peace. Temporary Sexual Abstinence for World Peace (T.S.A.W.P.)

My reason for writing this post is to draw attention to what I feel is the potential of the notion of temporary sexual abstinence as a uniting force and a vehicle for change when it is tied to a powerful goal like world peace.
I had this idea and started writing thinking it might lead to a book, but once I had written this out — my best attempt at an explanation — I realised it read more like a blog post and was similar in length to one, so that’s why I’m posting it here.
I took the first part from Wikipedia on the subject of sexual abstinence, just for some context.
The rest are just some of my own thoughts about this that will hopefully provide some insight as to how I arrived at the notion and I hope in turn give some credence to the concept.
P.S. In case some or all of my thoughts on this subject seem strange and or crazy and you have misgivings I urge you to put them aside as you consider this concept, and judge for yourself whether or not you think it has any merit by filtering it through your own value systems, opinions and philosophies.
Throughout history, and especially prior to the 20th century, there have been those who have held that sexual abstinence confers numerous health benefits. For males, lack of abstinence was thought to cause a reduction of vitality. In modern times, the argument has been phrased in biological terms, claiming that loss of semen through ejaculation results in a depletion of vital nutrients such as lecithin and phosphorus, which are also found at high levels in the brain. Conservation of the semen allegedly allows it to be reabsorbed back into the bloodstream and aid in the healthy development of the body.[citation needed] Along these lines, the noted German philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche spoke of the positive physiological effects of abstinence: “The reabsorption of semen by the blood … perhaps prompts the stimulus of power, the unrest of all forces towards the overcoming of resistances … The feeling of power has so far mounted highest in abstinent priests and hermits” (quoted by Walter Kaufman in his classic, Nietzsche: Philosopher, Psychologist, Antichrist, p. 222). Before the “sexual revolution” of the 1960s, it was commonly believed by members of the medical profession that numerous mental and physical diseases in men were caused primarily by loss of nutrients through seminal discharge, and that the deliberate conservation of this substance would lead to increased health, vitality, and intellectual prowess. This also applied to masturbation, which was also thought to lead to bedwetting and hairy palms.
Historically, there has been a swing from the sexually liberal end of the Industrial Revolution to the chaste values of the early Victorian period.[citation needed] This was then followed by a new puritanism from the late Victorian era to the mid-1900s.[citation needed] This important transformation often colors discussion of sexual behavior in the later 20th century. World War I began a return to sexual freedom and indulgence, but more often than not, the appearance of conforming to the earlier moral values of abstinence before marriage was retained.[citation needed] With the conclusion of World War II, the societal importance of abstinence declined.[citation needed] The advent of the first oral contraceptive pill and widely available antibiotics suppressed many consequences of wide and free sexual behavior,[citation needed] while social morals were also changing. By the 1970s, abandonment of premarital chastity was no longer taboo in the majority of western societies, and the reverse became true.[citation needed] Some cultural groups continued to place a value on the moral purity of an abstainer, but abstinence was caught up in a wider reevaluation of moral values.
During the early 20th century, prominent feminist and birth control advocate Margaret Sanger argued that abstinence from sexual activity led to greater endurance and strength, and was a sign of the best of the species:
“Though sex cells are placed in a part of the anatomy for the essential purpose of easily expelling them into the female for the purpose of reproduction, there are other elements in the sexual fluid which are the essence of blood, nerve, brain, and muscle. When redirected into the building and strengthening of these, we find men or women of the greatest endurance and greatest magnetic power. A girl can waste her creative powers by brooding over a love affair to the extent of exhausting her system, with the results not unlike the effects of masturbation and debauchery.”[4]
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As far as I know, sexual abstinence has been practised by groups of like-minded women throughout history who used the method as a form of protest against things like discrimination and unequal rights for and unfair treatment of women.
It has been and still is practised by people as a part of their faith / religion. From monks to priests to everyday religiously oriented individuals, sexual abstinence has been and still is considered a practice that can help one better serve God.
In the past, it was considered by members of the church as well as the general public that this tendency was a significant contributing factor in the churches ability to maintain power and authority.
Buddhist monks also practice celibacy.
How could world peace arise as a result of temporary sexual abstinence?
I think that if the general public of the world had a movement like this, something they could actively participate in and exert their wills for, then eventually it would just be a case of the leaders of the world agreeing upon what would constitute world peace in a political sense. One would assume that if they could do that then they could set actionable steps and decide on a projected date (for a declaration) that the world can work towards — and in a sense, if the world leaders can agree on something like this and make a plan, then peace is already achieved and everything that follows is like a formality.
Question — Why should anyone be able to enjoy the benefits of desirable circumstances just because they happened to be born into them? Or alternatively if a person is born into undesirable circumstances but improves things for themselves — we think, well they earned it so they deserve it. But this attitude assumes that the genetics that a person happens to be born with, the type of brain and body they come to have are separate and somehow different from external circumstance. That if someone can thrive despite less than ideal beginnings that they are more ‘worthy’. Our genetics — our bodies are as much a part of our circumstances as the location and time we are born. Why should anyone be happy and well off if not everyone can enjoy similar happiness and prosperity. Because they are better looking? Or smarter, or funnier, or kinder — more motivated to succeed? (I understand that these kinds of attributes don’t necessarily guarantee well being) We all accept that is not the fault of the individual to be born with physical disabilities. But it it is harder for us accept that the actions of a criminal are not their fault. We say to ourselves — a criminal makes their choices, whatever the consequences may be for them it’s their fault. Even if you don’t think an attitude like this is flawed, you may be able to agree that is at least counterproductive. If an individual has what others deem to be a poor character they are forgetting that a poor character is only possible in a society of less than ideal circumstances, and it doesn’t make sense to think of only some people as having the capacity to change for the better and not others. Relegating people who have committed crimes to prisons is necessary at the moment for the immediate safety of others but it is not ideal. And it doesn’t do any good for anyone to think of such individuals as fundamentally flawed and not capable of redeeming themselves. There is an uncanny almost analogous parallel between the way we imprison criminals and the way we push thoughts about the various reasons for why we do this — to the back of our minds.
A world peace scenario is so desirable because one would imagine that whatever happiness and prosperity we acquire from our efforts will be ours for keeps. Because it will belong to everyone. Plus it’s fairly reasonable to assume that being happy is much easier when everyone else is happy too.
In the same way that it would be impossible for the human race to say, un-discover the methods for harnessing electricity, it would be impossible (or at least implausible) to un-declare world peace.
(WARNING — what follows may strike you as a bizarre tangent, but please bare with me)
I’ve always been fascinated and inspired by the idea that other intelligent species have evolved elsewhere in the universe, and even more so by the idea that they are and have been visiting our planet and checking us out from a distance. In the first place, it is an encouraging thought. If they can do it — come to understand enough about the laws that the universe operates on to be able to fashion vehicles that can take them anywhere, then maybe we’ll be able to do it one day too. It always made sense to me to think of them as empathetic compassionate beings because presumably if they took a similar evolutionary path to the one we are taking (and why wouldn’t they? — why would there be a different set of rules for them?) then we can assume that they have been through and learnt from similar experiences to ours. It’s easy for them to empathise with us, because they’ve been we’re we are now. The reason for why they don’t engage with us could be as simple as them knowing intuitively that we will be able to get it together, because they did themselves, without outside help, and as a result, they know they are serving our interests best by not meddling in our affairs.
I had a line of thought that was an extension of my thoughts around the phenomenon of our use of language. It’s hard to think of a more double edged sword than language. For a long time I thought that maybe all our troubles are the result of our tendency to use language. I used to look at the family dog and think geez it must be nice to not have to have a monologue running through your mind all time. I thought about the idea that there was once a time when humans had not yet developed spoken and written language. I thought that perhaps our developed tendency towards language was like a kind of evolutionary aberration. One that nature probably accounts for but an aberration nonetheless.
The advantages of language are obvious — It’s been a way for the human race to develop technology and art and music and medicine and all the other amazing things that have been accomplished over time. But you have to admit that language has also given us the capacity to get ourselves into a fair bit of strife. I thought, that maybe the purpose of language is to provide us with a way to develop things and come to understand ourselves better, but that we were ultimately destined to progress to a point where we just don’t really need it any more and so stop using it.
The developments and speculations around Artificial Intelligence got me thinking, maybe AI will help us sort out our issues and help us to start functioning more cohesively, harmoniously, efficiently and effectively. I thought perhaps AI would take us into the future, maybe even eventually reveal to us the designs of a type of vehicle that is perfectly optimal in every way. A design that is sort of elemental, the inevitable conclusion of a perfect understanding of how to exploit all the relevant physical laws of the universe. I thought that maybe once we reach that point, and we begin to traverse wider space that maybe language just becomes less and less essential for us. If AI is taking care of business, what would we have to talk about?
I thought once we reached this point, things like music and literature and the continuation of the process that is culture in general would cease to be important or maybe even impossible. I was also thinking about the role of continued procreation. If medical advances and healthy lifestyles have made it so anyone can live for a much longer period of time maybe even indefinitely, then what is the point of procreation? If we’re out there in space, no longer writing music and painting pictures, figuring things out, then what would we have to offer our children except the memories of our past lives? Maybe all that’s left for us to do at this point is to just cruise around listening to the music and reading the literature of other intelligent species that are developing elsewhere in the universe.
I’ve thought for a long time that eventually the universe will come to an end. Like maybe black holes get bigger and bigger and then start to attract one another and double up etc. and that causes the expansion of the universe caused by the big bang to slow down and then stop and then begin to reverse. Everything gets sucked in on itself. The universe gets disassembled as it collapses in on itself into a singularity and then there is another big bang and things start over again.
I thought that any life that reaches a point of technological sophistication that allows them to travel anywhere in the universe, could perhaps survive the end of the universe. Maybe (if the idea of a multiverse is possible) they could just travel between universes and simply avoid those that are near the end of a life cycle. Or perhaps they’re ok with the prospect of being among all the other matter in the universe destined to be sucked in on itself.
So there were lots of things that seemed wrong to me with respect to my speculations / assumptions about this kind of thing. For starters it seemed like a pretty bittersweet, bleak kind of fate for a species. To finally be able to travel the universe, but in silence? To no longer be able to continue the progression of the culture from which they emerged? To not even engage with other intelligent species, in the same way that a dog shows little interest in a bird and visa versa? For procreation to no longer be necessary. To be the last generation — all there ever can and will be?
The idea that we will require AI to sort things out for us, to subtly manipulate us into changing our ways for the better in the long run, is not an appealing one to me now. Implicit in this idea is the assumption that we can’t sort our problems out for ourselves, that we need a ‘higher’ and probably very different form of intelligence to operate among us to be able to do that. I used to scorn other people’s opinions on the subject whenever they were generous enough to indulge me in conversation about it. For instance the assertion that AI will never replace us, that it will never be able to replace a teacher for example was — in my opinion — a conclusion born of outdated modes of thought. I thought that a super intelligent entity, capable of replicating itself and being many orders of magnitude smarter than us, would be able to perform the role of a teacher fairly easily. But now I am not so sure.
I won’t go into my thoughts on this, but whatever you believe about the future potential implications of AI and what it will be like, I think most of us, if not all of us can agree that our chances for survival and prosperity in the future will be better if we can achieve world peace before (or at least around) the time AI really takes off. In the same way that healthy behavioural and lifestyle changes can help inure the body against infection should it strike and not only help a person to survive such an experience but leave them better off and requiring less time for convalescence post- illness then they might have needed if they were already in poor physical condition prior to contracting the infection — maybe a more peaceful and positive experience of life for everyone would help foster us with a resilience that reduces or even eliminates the potential pitfalls of AI (Especially ‘narrow AI’). A happy by-product of such a state on Earth could even be that as a result of harmony and increased cooperation, technological development is bolstered and sped up, and as a result the window of opportunity in which we could even utilise narrow AI would become more.. narrow. We may not even have to worry about whether it could, in the longer run pose a threat to us by virtue of such a rapid transition from this type of technology to a more generalised form of artificial intelligence.
Siddhartha Gautama — the Buddha discovered the benefits of living a celibate life of self restraint. As have many others since his time (perhaps before it too?). It was born of a desire to ease the suffering of others as this was a cause for distress and unhappiness for him. But he also advocated the idea that people form relationships, marry and have kids. This led him to develop guidelines that the everyday individual could follow so they could progress spiritually and become the best and most happy, content versions of themselves without having to live a life of celibacy and highly regulated social experiences.
Like many, at times I have personally felt that maybe it would be better to live life — in solitude and silent contemplation. To eventually be able to replace the apparently ceaseless verbal scripts that run through my mind with silence. To stop trying to figure things out and just be able to relax.
People who practice celibacy as a way of life, especially as an aspect of their spiritual beliefs are perhaps doing it for these kinds of reasons, and yet they are often also doing it as part of a joint effort to increase peace and harmony in the world. I find this highly admirable, but I imagine that even they can agree that — overall — things are pretty hairy at the moment.
My proposal is simple — what if the general population — that is to say, anyone that wanted to participate — were to use this practice of sexual abstinence a bit differently?
The key difference would be instead of committing to a life of celibacy, we are only committing to it for as long as it takes to achieve world peace. After that we can go back to enjoying the advantages of a more complete sexually active lifestyle. And not only that, but we’ll be in a better position do so (and in so many other ways obviously) and will be able to enjoy such experiences of life all the more.
It would be empowering to be a part of such a movement because we would come to see that it is possible for everyone to exercise their wills sufficiently to go without such experiences. A prospect made all the more palatable because we do it with the knowledge that we are not only contributing to the setting up of circumstances that will be better for everyone, but that our abstinence won’t have to be forever, that by practising abstinence now, collectively and for common purposes, we make it a redundant practice in the future.
I’m not saying that that it would be necessary or even advisable for everyone to abstain from sexual intimacy entirely until we have world peace. Obviously for people who are already in a loving relationship, it might not be appropriate or practical. But the beauty of this idea is that we can each of us participate to whatever degree that suits us. A couple might decide to abstain for a week. Or a month, or a couple of days. The point is, every sexually active person would be able to participate to whatever degree they decided was best for them.
And if you were to decide that you were uncomfortable with the idea of people knowing any details about your sexual activities, even then you would still be able to participate. Inward support for such an idea would be just as legitimate and helpful as more open vocal support.
Even if you are not in a relationship now and if a relationship is in the cards for you, then temporary sexual abstinence will certainly help you get there (But don’t take one single inexperienced person’s word for it — do your own research — there is plenty of anecdotal evidence out there that supports the validity of this assertion).
The point is, it’s the intentions behind the practice that really counts. It can be done on the basis that we are directly contributing to a campaign for world peace, fully aware that you aren’t doing it because you PREFER the benefits of sexual abstinence to a sexually active lifestyle, but because you prefer the idea of world peace and improved relationships to the current state of things. Because you understand that you will even be in a better position to be able to contribute, — as a result of the natural side effects of sexual abstinence — to help bring about world peace, and almost certainly improve your own relationships and experience of life in the long run.
The very practice that potentially affords us with a way of achieving world peace, gives a way to strive together and also provides us with more motivation and energy and positivity to help us achieve this goal. Nature really is perfectly economical in many respects when you think about it.
It’s like how animals often lose their appetite when they are unwell. As a result they eat less — but neatly enough, this forces their bodies to resort to a different set of biological mechanisms / processes in order for it to be able to provide itself with enough energy for survival. A happy by-product of these processes is that they often help the animal to resolve the issue that caused them to loose their appetite in the first place and their appetites return when they are better.
Think of this — a dog that is unwell and experiences loss of appetite, has the advantage of not being able to understand our reasons for why we might urge them to eat. It doesn’t feel like eating — it sees no cause to — It doesn’t understand why we are urging it to eat, and so doesn’t. We aren’t so lucky. Even though we might feel just as disinclined to eat as the dog in this scenario when we are unwell, we often have to contend with what is seen as conventional societal wisdom as dictated by other people. We are biased into accepting their advice, — that we should be eating food to get better — regardless of how we feel not the least because we know that they really do have our best interests at heart. In the long run however, nature compensates us in the way that we are able to change our minds about things, and often learn valuables lessons in the process.
The conventional ‘wisdom’ of today about masturbation — that it is good for us and that we should do it as often as possible, is endorsed by many doctors who claim that for men it reduces the risk of prostate cancer. But the personal benefits of refraining from orgasm are numerous, varied and well documented.
Just because doctors may be correct in saying that masturbation reduces the risk of prostate cancer, doesn’t mean that is the best way of reducing a risk for prostate cancer (regular sex in a committed relationship seems to me like a better option). They neglect to comment on the host of psycho-social problems that are associated with chronic masturbation (though you can’t blame them — in general these kinds of issues have not been discussed by society at large).
You might argue that some people are not in a position to be able to have sex and that masturbation is a reasonable alternative.
It is easy to see that even in a world that has established a measure of peace, and sexual relationships are more of a possibility for more people, there will still be plenty of people who for whatever reason(s) are still not in a position to, or may not even feel comfortable living sexually active lifestyles.
I would argue that although we may not be able to make this kind of lifestyle possible for everyone and that it may not even be desirable for everyone, world peace would be like the idea of basic minimum wage (although probably less contentious) — everyone stands to gain an improved experience of life. It lifts everyone up in equal measure in the sense that it helps all of us reach whatever potential we happen to have access to.
As a result of doing this myself, I now feel more compassionate, more friendly, I like people more, I like myself more, I’m more relaxed, I’m more productive, I tend to be happier busying myself with everyday tasks of living that I would otherwise look on with a reluctant eye. People are nicer to me, I am nicer to people. I feel so much better not being a slave to my own impulses.
I understand that this way of experiencing things is already the norm for many people. Some people are lucky enough not to ever fall into the cycle of too frequently depleting their sexual energies. But this just isn’t the case for a huge number of people. The negative effects it can have on your opinion of yourself and your ability to socialise and integrate successfully into society, can be very real and they are devastating.
I have found that I am having to at times remind myself to try and learn how to be comfortable with the idea of.. being comfortable, and this for me is a testament to the awful and isolating effects of unchecked sexual self indulgence.
When I first started practising abstinence, I was doing it solely in an attempt to make myself more appealing to prospective partners. But if you think it through, even if you are able to improve your chances in this regard, even if you end up meeting someone and having a relationship, that relationship will ultimately have to exist in a world full of people who by no fault of their own frequently find themselves unhappy and unfulfilled. You will have to be constantly trying to keep the romance alive. Even if you could shut the world out and not let things bother you, would you really want to? It’s like the difference between power derived from coal and oil that is made available to only a portion of the world’s population at cost (monetarily speaking and in terms of damage to the environment) as opposed to free limitless fusion derived power made available to everyone all the time.
People already try abstaining from sex and masturbation to deepen and enrich their relationships.
But this isn’t common practise for most and we all have to continually venture out into a world fraught with worry and despair and tribulation, and by constantly depleting our energies, we are less able to cope with these harsher realities of present day life on Earth.
If your experience of life outside of sex didn’t wear you down anymore, (and I don’t mean this in a physical sense, but in an emotional sense. We know it’s possible be physically exhausted and very happy and content, but not if you are also emotionally exhausted) then you wouldn’t have to think of the experience of sex as a refuge, an escape. Subsequently you won’t depend on it as much — you may even think about it less as you become more meaningfully engaged with other aspects of life.
Or you could look at it this way — Too much sex (in the current environment) is like too much of the kinds foods that otherwise, in smaller quantities — would be good for us. In a peaceful world one could imagine that everyday life would be more invigorating and less stressful — that it would present new opportunities for everyone to expend their energies productively and in new ways. The psychological benefits and endorphin induced positive feelings resulting from sexual intimacy would perhaps not fade as quickly when we venture out into the world to work and interact with other people.
Masturbating is more like fast food — an easier way for us to experience that dopamine rush — perhaps harmless in the long run so long as you do it very infrequently. But the very addictive aspects of these experiences, make it very easy to fall into a downward spiralling trap.
In the same way that the availability of fast food has the potential to and frequently does trap people, (we know that for many people it begins very early in our lives) in the cycle of addiction to foods that are ridiculously unhealthy — the world’s current proclivity for pornography often traps people who are just beginning to become sexually active. Children are unwittingly forfeiting, or at at the very least — drastically reducing — their chances for a life of real experiences of intimacy and connection in exchange for an isolated, lonely, desperate miserable existence, that just serves to reconfirm to them over and over that their negative conclusions about their own characters and worth must be true.
Fast food restaurants take the position that their food is not meant to be eaten all the time. They say this in an attempt to seem more impartial or sensible, but they are only saying this because they know that not only would they not be able to get away with the assertion that it is possible to eat eat their ‘food’ frequently without adverse health effects, but because unlike more nutritious options, they wouldn’t be able to prove that their products are any good for us at all. And the reality is that they are maintaining this position — that it is ultimately up to us how as to much of it we eat and that we are therefore responsible — WHILE constantly trying to devise new ways to make their products as addictive as possible.
It’s kind of funny though when you think about it — this one shaky leg that they have to stand on is the idea that WE, the consumer, are the ones who are responsible for how much of their sludge we choose to ingest. This premise, the official position that makes it legal and hence possible for them to make unhealthy foods as tasty and addictive as possible in the first place will ultimately be their undoing. Because as much as it may seem immoral to us for them to do what they do on the basis of such an assertion — the irony is that it is perfectly true. We are the ones who get to decide what we eat.
Do we ‘blame’ a virus for taking the opportunity to propagate in a host? No. But that hasn’t stopped us from devising ways to be rid of them.
In the same way we shouldn’t ‘blame’ fast food corporations for the current epidemic of poor health. We know this is a pointless exercise.
It may seem sensible and intuitive to take the position that it is THESE things fault for our problems, but by the very act of blaming things like pornography and fast food you are giving away your own power. You are participating in the perpetuation of the idea to yourself and others that your willpower is limited.
I don’t think I’m special. I frequented fast food restaurants for many years because I believed that my willpower was limited. And If I am now in a position to see things differently it’s not because I believe that I have virtues that others lack. If you think about it, nobody is responsible for any of their successes, or any of their mistakes or failures for that matter. We are each born with a specific set of genes into a specific context and set of circumstances and we all do our best with what we are given. There is a tendency to take credit for and feel proud about our ideas or accomplishments, or to feel ashamed about or to live in denial with respect the realities and consequences of our mistakes — perhaps this tendency serves a purpose right now in the broader scheme of things but maybe it won’t always be necessary for us.
We can use practice of temporary goal bound sexual abstinence as a way of demonstrating to one another and to the leaders of our world a continued support and resolve for — and commitment to — the realisation of the common purpose of a more peaceful future for us all. We do it for each other as much as for ourselves.
A final thought on people who are currently in or have been in relationships — my own experiences with the advantages of sexual abstinence have led me to believe that a troubled relationship doesn’t necessarily mean there is something wrong with either person or that it’s just not a ‘good fit’.
The daily grind that is life is taxing for everyone. How many people who would have otherwise remained happy together have fallen out over one too many arguments about bills or who should be cleaning the kitchen, etc.
I’m not saying that some kind of declaration of world peace would mean that such things will cease to be necessary aspects of living, but perhaps in a more peaceful and harmonious world, the ways in which we relate to these apparently mundane activities will change and they will stop being sources of disagreement and discontent and maybe even become ways to relax and unwind.
It’s hard to imagine what a post ‘world peace’ world would be like. I think we can safely assume that terrible things would still frequently happen. Maybe we would still fight and bicker and disagree on and argue about many things.
But I can’t help but think that the relationships between different people, countries and cultures would stand a better chance of changing for the better if we were successful. And factors like the seemingly insurmountable differences between the various cultures of the world that frequently serve to keep us feeling separate and isolated from one another, we could in time come to view as being more akin to the differences between different teams playing some common game.
Thanks for reading!
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2018.11.05 19:04 VictorAnichebend The Tyne-Wear Derby - An Overview

The Tyne-Wear Derby

A Background
Like a lot of football derbies that exist today, the rivalry between Sunderland and Newcastle goes a long way beyond football. The two cities, separated only by about ten miles of land, have been at each others' throats for the best part of 400 years, with tensions first arising during the English Civil War in the 1640s.
In order to avoid this from becoming a GCSE history lesson, I'll skim over most of that. Basically though, Newcastle were on the side of the Royalists, whilst Sunderland were supporting the Parliamentarians. The Parliamentarians won, giving the Stuart-era Geordies a taste of defeat that their 21st-century descendants would come to know all too well. Sorry.
Football-wise though, the Newcastle and Sunderland we know today didn't really see themselves as rivals during their early years. Both teams had cross-city rivals, with Newcastle East End (who would later evolve into Newcastle United) sharing a rivalry with, you guessed it, Newcastle West End. Sunderland, meanwhile, were forced to contend with Sunderland Albion, a team formed formed by a group of players who'd broke away from Sunderland.
Both of these inter-city rivals folded in 1892. Newcastle West End basically ended up merging with the East End, whilst Sunderland Albion just simply ceased to exist. With both settlements now one-club cities, they had to look a bit further afield for a proper rival.
Famous Fixtures
Newcastle 1 - 9 Sunderland - 5th December 1908
By 1908, the Tyne-Wear derby was growing in severity, and this result surely served to fan the flames massively. After ending the first half at one goal apiece, Sunderland struck eight in the second half to absolutely scud their rivals 9-1, in front of 56,000 fans. It is still Sunderland's biggest competitive win ever, and it was made all the more strange by the fact it came in a season where Newcastle won the league.
Newcastle 6 - 1 Sunderland - 26th December 1955
After showcasing Sunderland's biggest win in the fixture it's only fair to show Newcastle's which came on Boxing Day 1955. Newcastle were FA Cup holders at the time, but Sunderland were just four points adrift of top spot. Jackie Milburn, one of Newcastle's greatest ever players, hit a brace as Newcastle destroyed their rivals. Sunderland were hurt, and were determined to perform better in the next derby...which came the day after. Newcastle won that game too, 3-1 this time, beating their biggest rivals by an aggregated score of 9-2 over two days.
Pleased I wasn't around then.
Newcastle 0 - 2 Sunderland - 16th May 1990
This play-off semi-final second leg fixture hung in the balance after the two sides played out a goalless draw in the first leg at Roker Park. A strike each for the G-Force, Sunderland's attacking duo of Eric Gates and Marco Gabbiadini, fired Sunderland into the play-off final, but not before a group of Geordies invaded the pitch, seemingly determined to get the game stopped and replayed. The ref was having none of it though, and Sunderland went through.
They played Swindon Town in the play-off final and lost, but went up anyway thanks to some dodgy financial goings on at the County Ground. Hooray for tax avoidance.
Newcastle 1 - 2 Sunderland - 25th August 1999
This one's worth a mention for a different reason. Ruud Gullit, footballing legend, had taken over at St. James' Park and had, according to Steve Harper, asserted his authority by calling all his players 'lovely little boys'. After this, he again tried to win the biggest bollock(s) on Tyneside award by dropping Newcastle legend Alan Shearer and his striker partner Duncan Ferguson - without telling either of them.
In to replace these two huge characters was 20-year-old Mackem Paul Robinson, who at the time was still apparently a Sunderland season ticket holder. He got an assist as Kieron Dyer scored, naturally. Sunderland soon kicked into gear though and showed Gullit how important a good strike partnership is, as Kevin Phillips and Niall Quinn both netted to give Sunderland the win.
It was Ruud Gullit's last game in charge, bless him.
Newcastle 5 - 1 Sunderland - 31st October 2010
I've tried to keep this as unbiased as I can so far, but urgh, this one. Newly-promoted Newcastle played host to an in-form Sunderland side, in what was probably the first game in years that Sunderland were the favourites to win.
That wasn't how the script was to be written, though. Sunderland were absolutely abhorrent on the day, as Kevin Nolan banged in a hattrick and did that fucking chicken dance. Shola Ameobi, who famously scored 1048 goals against Sunderland in his career whilst never scoring against anyone else citation needed, also obviously scored. Obviously. Darren Bent got a consolation in the last minute and it remains the only Sunderland goal this decade I've never actually seen.
Sunderland 3 - 0 Newcastle - 25th October 2015
This is more like it. After Sunderland had won the previous five meetings between the two clubs, this one was to set the record for most consecutive Tyne-Wear derby wins. It was also manager Sam Allardyce's second match in charge of Sunderland, as he became the only man to have managed both them and Newcastle.
After a cagey first half, Fabrizio Coloccini gave away a penalty and was sent off, to the delight of the 46,000 or so Mackems in attendance. NAME REDACTED dispatched the penalty expertly and almost did a full-on Adebayor in front of the Newcastle fans, before half-time came.
Second-half goals from Billy Jones (hahaha) and Steven Fletcher sealed Sunderland's third 3-0 win over their rivals in just two-and-a-half-years and to date the last win in the fixture.
Played for Both
Lee Clark
After spending his early career at Newcastle, Clark moved to Sunderland in 1997 to a few murmurs of apprehension.
He was an influential figure in Peter Reid's resurgent Sunderland side though, winning over fans with some classy displays despite making no secret of his Newcastle leanings. This all changed when he was pictured at Wembley with Newcastle fans for the 1998 FA Cup Final, with a t-shirt on that read 'Sad Mackem Bastards'. He was quickly disposed of, and has since spoke of his regret at the manner of his exit. The daft bastard.
Chris Waddle
One of England's greatest players during the 1980s, Waddle spent five years at Newcastle before going on to play for Tottenham, Marseille and Sheffield Wednesday, being fondly remembered at each.
He returned to the North-East to play for Sunderland, his boyhood club, in 1997. He scored one goal for the Black Cats in that time, and is probably the Newcastle legend most fondly remembered on Wearside as well.
Jack Colback
From Chris Waddle to Jack Colback is like going from a tree-course meal at a Michelin star restaurant to cold baked beans out of the tin, but here we are. Colback made his way through the youth ranks at Sunderland and became a first teamer in the early 2010s. He established himself as a tidy player, nothing flashy but nothing truly awful.
Then, in 2014, he rejected a contract offer from the club to instead sign with Newcastle, a move which rubbed up many at Sunderland the wrong way. After the Newcastle fans realised they hadn't took our best player, Colback fell down the pecking order at St James' and currently finds himself on loan at Nottingham Forest in the Championship. There was even murmurs of a move back to Sunderland once his contract at Newcastle ran out but in all honestly, I'd rather shit razor blades.
Jackie Milburn
As mentioned earlier, Jackie Milburn is a Newcastle legend who was their all-time leading goalscorer until Shearer surpassed him in 2006. He scored 177 league goals for the Mags across 14 years, and cemented himself well and truly as an all-time great of English football.
What isnt so well known about him, however, is that Milburn also turned out for Sunderland during World War Two, at a time when the football league was on hiatus for obvious reasons. Though not officially, Milburn played at least two games for the Wearsiders, and it's a fact I love to ocassionally remind the more hardline sections of Newcastle's support. Always good for a bite.
Other notable players who've played for both include Len Shackleton, Patrick van Aanholt, DeAndre Yedlin, Steve Harper, Lionel Perez, Michael Chopra, Robbie Elliott, Javier Manquillo and Titus Bramble.
Cheers for reading. Not the most thought-out, well put-together or even coherent piece I've ever written, but I fancied writing something so here we are. Hope you enjoyed.
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2018.11.04 10:59 mulvaney101 Bombardier David Crowther, D.F.C., has just passed away, aged 93.

Here’s a story about a great-uncle of mine, who was a fascinating man to talk to about his experiences. He was the second in command of his Lancaster bomber, so he flew the aircraft in the run up to the target, and was responsible for dropping the bombs accurately. The citation for his Distinguished Flying Cross mentioned that the plane was strafed by a night fighter as it crossed the Dutch coast, killing the pilot and damaging the plane. David managed to coax the plane back over the North Sea, very close to the waves, and crash-landed it on the emergency airfields they had along the Lincolnshire coast. For me, his log-book was an interesting, if terrifying, historical document. It consisted of location, flight time, and notes. He trained in Canada 1943-1944, so everything was written in green ink, for training flights. However,from 1944-1945, everything was written in red ink, and targets were listed as well: Lyon, Berlin, Nuremberg, Hannover, Hamburg, Dresden... Older me now realises that this one man was probably responsible for the deaths of over a thousand people, and contributed to the firestorms in Hamburg and Dresden. He had a very negative opinion of Germans, and seemed proud of what he had done. Note: not military myself, but married into a military family. If I was ever disrespectful to my lovely wife, I would have to answer to a retired major in the RAMC, and a Warrant Officer in the RLC...
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