shitposting rave 2, electric boogaloo

You have consciousness and volition. That's more than most dead people have going for them, Porrim. Perhaps you should stop accepting that you're stuck and unstick yourself.

Recreate your own spark of life. Become the space. Go through yourself, through the source of all life that you actually aren't completely cut off from yet, through the dimensional interstitium. Weave yourself back into the web with some cosmic strings. Find your life where it's hiding inside you and live it. I'll do what I can to help but the first step is rejecting the notion that you are under someone else's control. You're not a housemaid, you're The Maid.

 

Ok see that's great, but ho+w do+ yo+u do+ that in the bubbles? All it is is dreaming. No+t even like dreaming o+n Pro+spit. There I actually was able to+ do+ things. Things that actually affected reality. Here I'm just dreaming and disco+nnected with any o+f the things that are happening. I just get to+ watch it. Granted, I guess Meenah had her who+le gho+st army plan but I was never very go+o+d at co+mbat. At least no+t this variant o+f me. So+me o+f the o+ther Po+rrims are pretty brutal, hence why I to+ld her to+ go+ lo+o+k fo+r them. What I'm go+o+d at is mo+re keeping the peace in o+ur awkward little friend gro+up. Keeping Kanny fro+m anno+ying to+o+ many peo+ple, getting Damara to+ cut it the fuck o+ut and leave Ho+russ alo+ne. Things like that. That and just making sure that Kankri do+esn't fo+rget to+ take care o+f himself.

Also+ I'm hardly under anyo+ne's co+ntro+l. Unless we're co+unting the co+ld reality o+f parado+x space as a perso+n.

 

Slaves can't own things.

 

Not even shit?

 

Nope. Too much privilege there.

 

Heh, i wasn't allowed near weapons when i was two. But i shot meself i the knee when i got one. I was learnen' though.

 

Depends on the level of harassment, but if the level of harassment is sufficiently bad, killing the harasser may very well be the best solution depending on where and when you are having this problem. Notice I said killing, not murder. Killing in self-defence is not murder.

And sometimes Alternia is definitely one of those times and places where it's understandable and sensible, although I have mentioned before that I'm very glad you don't live there any more.

Norm...the fact that you were forced to deal with rapists and could not defend yourself by killing them is not a good thing. Rapists absolutely deserve to get killed. When a person decides to rape someone else, they know they're doing something most people would be happy to kill them not to experience--and they've decided to take the risk anyway. Their deaths are on their own heads.

That said...the thing about having a nice ass is that people are going to look at it. As long as they neither threaten nor touch you, it's not a killing offence. However, if you look at someone's ass and they never know you are doing it, you will not get into trouble. Looking at someone's ass is just fine, but when you force them to take notice of your appreciation, you're crossing the line.

 

That's the thing about this funny little pocket dimension! You can't touch anyone unless they want you to! But believe me when I tell you that if that weren't the case, you'd be in a whole lot more danger from me than I would from you!

Ask me if I care! Or don't. I'm pretty sure you already know the answer to that one, Nicky-boy!

Absolutely! I heard being a gimp on Alternia qualifies you for the experience of culling, which is troll society's highest honour!

They do make pretty good furniture!

Only when Teeth can't eat with his mouth closed.

It's not a real apocalypse if humans are still able to form coherent sentences!

 

*sighs* But I'm okay now, so... obviously, I didn't need to do that. I may've wanted to, but I didn't need to.

*laughs sheepishly* And oh, right. Good point. Should've thought of that instead of assuming that she meant it all completely literally.

 

Yeah, I don't know. I've prevented Ford from enacting a respectable number of impressively badly-thought-out plans, but there are also probably a lot of really annoying people on Pennarion and in a few other dimensions who are alive because Stanford Pines convinced me to kill the shit out of something large and dangerous and edible instead.

 

I don't actually think you're okay.

I think you want to believe that it didn't need to be done, because you were unable to do it. And I sympathise with that.

The fact that you were unable to do it was certainly not your fault, but I do hope somebody else has taken out that garbage since then.

There are occasional situations where people have miscommunications about consent that are tragic and painful but not premeditated or intentional. Usually these are young people who are inexperienced or intoxicated--sometimes there are also situations where a person doesn't appear to be intoxicated but actually is. When things like that happen it's very unfortunate but nobody needs to die.

But most people who rape do it more than once and they are pretty cagey about it. They deliberately choose people who can't fight back and won't be believed.

The kind of person who would blatantly order a powerful mythological being to perform sexual services unwillingly and enjoy it is not the kind of person who hasn't done it before and won't do it again.

 

Dream realms and cold reality don't exactly equate. You're disconnected, but as long as you have consciousness and volition you should be able to reconnect with something. Space is inside you. It feels empty because you're not used to it. Go inside, where the galaxy wheel spins inside you, and pull yourself through it. I don't know where you'll end up, but it's got to be better than where you are now.

 

If you drink a lot of water, it's clear.

If it's a colour other than clear or yellow, that's usually not a good sign. If there's blood in it, that's definitely not a good sign.

 

it is so pathetic to hear one of the greatest scientific minds of a generation blathering like some yeshiva boy who ate the wrong mushrooms.

 

I am beginning to+ understand ho+w my friends felt when I to+ld them that they needed to+ wake up no+t literally but also+ definitely literally kind o+f in a way. Urgh.

Thank yo+u tho+ugh. Even if I'm being difficult.

Anyway. I'm still no+t entirely so+ld o+n this being able to+ reco+nnect thing, but then that is my eternity o+f experience speaking. Meenah seems to+ be do+ing a thing. Or has do+ne? Will do+? Time stuff is no+t my field! Especially no+t when it o+pens the issue o+f me having do+ne whatever it is I am go+ing to+ do+ already but also+ no+t do+ing tho+se things o+r no+t having do+ne them yet. It's all just a big headache. A Po+rrim shaped headache which again raises the questio+n o+f "Well which Po+rrim am I?" A questio+n that has o+ften been shrugged o+ff because why bo+ther o+ver that when I can do+ things!

 

It is so+ pathetic that yo+u feel the need to+ lambast so+meo+ne o+ver their religio+us beliefs. It isn't even a very go+o+d dig either. 0/10 wo+uld no+t insult again.

 

Thank god I'm not human then. Where would I be without my blood colored piss.

 

Trust me, with Bill, him criticizing people's religious beliefs is the least of your problems and probably not what you should give him shit over. He can get much worse than that.

 

I can add it to+ the list o+f things to+ give him shit o+ver then. No+t like I sto+pped my list o+f reaso+ns that cueball headed jerk is awful at "flagrantly miso+gynistic", after all. Had to+ include things like "slave o+wner", "murderer", and "po+mpo+us ass" to+o+.

 

Also+ "go+dly puppet man with delusio+ns o+f grandeur".