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So, if you're choosing to make a movie about a secret society that's supposed to protect the world from itself... and you set your movie in the country that built a huge empire for white people on the backs of brown folks and is still struggling with the fallout from that imperial era, and some of the ongoing sources of global conflict are a direct result of being dicks to the brown people who lived in one of your colonies... and you cast Samuel L Jackson as your villain... maybe you might want to cast at least one black kid as someone training for that secret society? Maybe?

What movie is this?

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    I'm experiencing some mahor cognitive dissonance, and since I know that it's happening, I'm having fun seeing my brain jump around and act all twitchy.

    Basically, the sports team I've given my tribal allegience to has been accused of cheating, and there appears to be evidence to back it up.  Because I give weight to the concept of fairness, my morals are in conflict with my tribe.  It's really fascinating to see what's my mind's been doing.

    • Deny that it even happened. "There's no way they could have had the opportunity."
    • Even if it did happen, it's not cheating because it wasn't utilized. "The game was won on the ground, and Brady had one of his worst passing games all season."
    • We didn't win by cheating, the other team lost by poor play. "Their defense sucked, and their offensive line was non-existent."

    And in a very clever turnaround, pretending to appeal to fairness itself. "Did the officials check the other team's equipment too, or just ours?"

    The thing is, I know how this works, and in all likelyhood even if they are found guilty of cheating, the emotional tribal affiliation will beat out the intellectual morality, and I'll go on being a fan.  Brains are weird.

At the end of the day, it's just a bunch of dudes in plastic armor running on a field.

This is where I fall on this issue too.

I JUST FEEL LIKE WHEN WE'RE ALL HURTLING TOWARD OBLVION BOTH INDIVIDUALLY AND, FURTHER ALONG, AS A SPECIES, WHY DO WE BOTHER DOING ANYTHING AT ALL
When you put it that way, why wouldn't we give a shit about football? If anything we care about is a distraction, distraction becomes the single most important thing there is.

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The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / Re: hello
« on: January 20, 2015, 01:01:53 pm »
*squints*

*hand you glasses*

It's some form of humanoid I think sir.

Its behavior is most illogical, Captain. It seems to be happy to be here.

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What's cool is that even if a woman spag like that is one in a million, there are SEVEN THOUSAND of them out there.

newsfeed

It would need to be corrected to reflect the correct math, which would be fourteen thousand if we are expanding the search for EOC's lifemate to men.

I'm not sure how EOC feels about that, though.

I think it's more that the original figure should've been 3,500, but that doesn't roll off the tongue as well.

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Or Kill Me / Re: Discordianism as Perfect Nihilism
« on: January 17, 2015, 11:38:26 pm »
BUMP!

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This was actually pretty cool.

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Members are now actively seeking out other cat groups to troll.

Pretty sure it won't end there.

What have I made?

The Future™, Nigel. Who is driving van?

OH GOD, FACEBOOK GROUP IS DRIVING VAN

We're making the mother of all omelettes here. Can't fret over every egg.

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Members are now actively seeking out other cat groups to troll.

Pretty sure it won't end there.

What have I made?

The Future™, Nigel. Who is driving van?

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Who are you and why should I give a shit?

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The latest "thing" on tumblr is godkin.

BRB, just drowning my sorrows with a litre of vodka...

 :lulz: :lulz: :lulz: :argh!:

No, that's fucking excellent. The world is not going to be a gentle place for these children.

This is why I don't try to argue with them.

There's really no reason to.

The way I tend to see it is that childhood, and its accompanying unrealistic/idealistic/fantasy phase, is currently extended in privileged societies to about the age of 25. The bad news is that the whole extended childhood thing is irritating and obnoxious. The good news is that apparently the prefrontal cortex continues to develop until they adopt their adult roles in life, so it's perfectly plausible that they may end up smarter and with better foresight than previous generations.

Either way, most of them, by 30, will be embarrassed about the way they thought and behaved at 20, much as most of us at 20 were embarrassed by our 15-year-old selves.

That's easy for you to say. These people aren't your peers.  :argh!:

 :lulz: That's gotta suck.

No shit, I dated a guy once who panicked and broke down into tears because he lost his phone and it had photos of food that he'd planned to upload on Instagram. No other reason. Just that.

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The latest "thing" on tumblr is godkin.

BRB, just drowning my sorrows with a litre of vodka...

 :lulz: :lulz: :lulz: :argh!:

No, that's fucking excellent. The world is not going to be a gentle place for these children.

This is why I don't try to argue with them.

There's really no reason to.

The way I tend to see it is that childhood, and its accompanying unrealistic/idealistic/fantasy phase, is currently extended in privileged societies to about the age of 25. The bad news is that the whole extended childhood thing is irritating and obnoxious. The good news is that apparently the prefrontal cortex continues to develop until they adopt their adult roles in life, so it's perfectly plausible that they may end up smarter and with better foresight than previous generations.

Either way, most of them, by 30, will be embarrassed about the way they thought and behaved at 20, much as most of us at 20 were embarrassed by our 15-year-old selves.

That's easy for you to say. These people aren't your peers.  :argh!:

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RPG Ghetto / Re: Roger and Prez Televisions's Plot Hole
« on: January 05, 2015, 09:57:37 pm »
Bump.
So years later, I'm finally getting around to GMing a game. The town I'm writing up is for a homebrew setting of mine, with custom races, gods, etc., but I think I should post it here anyway for critiquing purposes. The campaign(and possibly the setting) is called Fiends of the Heathen Key, and it's(very loosely) based on the Byzantine Empire. I'm starting it off at level 1, but I want to lay groundwork for future higher-level adventures set in the same locale. Right now I'm done giving the place stats and I'm in the process of writing its history. I'm going for a grimdark feel, but trying not to rob my players of fun in the process.

Roivos
A fishing and trade town on the northern coast of the Eonates. For the most part, it consists of a large, shallow bay, but the land rises to the west, dropping off sharply into a limestone cliff and shading the waters to the west of the town. The rest of the town is hot, humid, noisy, and bright by day and night alike, and the stink of dead fish is masked only by the sting of salt, the smell of good food, and the various fragrant wares of merchants. The overcrowded cyan shallows are webbed with ramshackle docks, and somehow, amid the frantic roil of daily activity, fishermen and merchants are able to function in relative harmony. Still, it's a port town like any other, and rumor has it that you can find anything you're looking for in a town like this, for the right price...
Alignment: CN
Type: Large Town(2,001-5,000)
Government: Secret Syndicate
Corruption: 2 Crime: 4 Economy: 3 Law: -6 Lore: 1 Society: -1
Danger: 15 Base Value: 3,200gp Purchase Limit: 20,000gp Spellcasting: 5th
Qualities: Notorious, Prosperous, Rumormongering Citizens

Known History:
Towns like Roivos have been around since the beginning of history. People gather where the fishing is good, deplete their stocks, and return generations later, ignorant of their predecessors' mistakes. Roivos is only the latest in a long line of fishing towns built on the same foundations. However, Roivos has found a foothold this time around as a minor hub of trade, and merchants freely mingle with the fishermen. This iteration was founded in 3P 78, but you could hardly call it a founding. A survey team was doing some mapping, they found some rotted old shelters, and the fishing stocks were good. Within the decade, it was a functioning settlement, and it's flourished in the centuries since. But with success comes corruption and vice, and rumours circulate that Roivos is home to a thriving criminal underbelly.
This year, 3P 815, a new kephale has been appointed following the mysterious disappearance of his predecessor. The kephale, Theophilus Ignatius Mauricius Florian Honoratus, appears well-intentioned, but young and naive.

Secret History:
Roivos, like many other coastal fishing towns, was once a place of worship for the old sea god Cthogan. In the Third Great Purge, Cthogan was erased with the rest of the pagan gods, but its memory remains. Over the eons, coastal villagers have lived and died at the whims of the ancient colossus, and the Purge brought an end to the old cycle. This is why Roivos has remained when so many of its predecessors have come and gone.

When the surveyors found the remnants of the previous village, there were still some holy symbols and various other minor trinkets lying around. A member of the team, Zeno Pelagius Symeon, brought back one of these trinkets as a keepsake, but it proved to be in incredibly bad judgment. The Third Purge was still in fairly recent memory, and the Ecclesiarchy was in a heretic-burning frenzy. They learned of his souvenir, took him in for questioning, and tortured him to death, dumping his body in the sea. Years later, he washed ashore in the very bay he'd helped discover, face to face with a symbol of Cthogan. His eyes opened, ruined by the saltwater, and he realized that the mad god of the sea had granted him an awful gift: The gift of a second life. Ever since, he's been dwelling in the sea caves under Roivos, driven half-mad by his own undead existence and plotting his revenge on the Ecclesiarchy.

Zeno isn't alone, however. Cthogan's been pulling strings in high places, and there's been an unusual number of freak births in Roivos. The Innocents, undersized half-dead progeny of the cursed, are typically thrown in the sea when their parents discover their nature... and they wash right up in the caves with Zeno. He's become something of a twisted father figure to these creatures, and he regards them with genuine affection. He mourns for their deaths, and with each one to pass on, he curses his immortal fate again. Occasionally, he plays at being a fortune teller in town, but he knows that he can't afford to be seen for the immortal he is. Luckily for Zeno, his adopted kin are just as small as children, and he can maintain the appearance of a line of succession by employing them as apprentices. In this fashion, he's manipulated events in Roivos, slowly corrupting it into a hotbed of criminal activity. Today, Roivos is functionally ruled by an uneasy network of perpetually feuding gangs.
(I'll expand on this later)

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It's not all that different from that one aspect of MK-ULTRA... "Operation Midnight Climax", if memory serves.

Considering the subject matter, that name is fucking horrifying.

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Supposed to be writing lesson plans writing now. Instead i am reading articles about white privilege/MRA culture and why there should be a hawaiian Aquaman.

Not gonna lie, Hawaiian Aquaman sounds pretty cool.

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