shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

i expected the afterlife to havwe VWAY less butthurt.

 

Ah Yes "I Was Joking", The Universal Asshole Insta-Win-Button.

 

"My answer to that is -- my fists are joking too. Does that mean it's OK to beat you with them?"

 

Your Fists Dont Have To Be Joking. If You Are Sufficiently High Up On The Hemocaste You Can Just Beat SOmeone Up Because You Want To.

 

You can totally do that no matter what your caste, we're just significantly more likely to get killed for it if the target's farther up the ladder.

 

Well. Duh. I Thought The Implied "And Get Away With It" Was Pretty Strong Though.

 

"Of course. Just that claiming it's a joke won't change a thing."

 

Do You Always Like To Point Out The Obvious?

 

"It's being around cadets for too long. You'll never go broke betting on people being stupid." She grins. "But my point was an analogy to the various Amporas and their behavior. 'It was just a joke' changes almost nothing anywhere."

She looks the bunch of them up and down. "If this is one of your higher castes they're not very impressive. Even Highborn are more competent, sometimes."

 

The Worst Kind Of Higher Caste, The One That Is Just Powerful Enough To Think They Should Have A Say In Everything But Not Powerful Enough Or Competent Enough To Actually Be Involved In Big Decisions.

 

Did you mean: 90.546% of the Senate?

 

I Dont Presume To Pass Judgement On Other Peoples Shitty Governments But If You Say So ,:P

 

"They tend to get themselves killed, but unfortunately tend to take a few good soldiers with them. Fortunately my Ten isn't that bad, just green and reckless and acting without thinking. She needs a few more years to be good at leading."

 

... I Mean I Think In This Household She Is Pretty Much Guaranteed To Stay Alive That Long So Really You Have Nothing To Worry About.

 

"Worrying about Ten is my job. She's but one death away from being Highlord, and if that, Trinity forfend, should come, I want her ready."

 

nyeh.

 

Brier glares at Itch but says nothing.

 

"'Nyah' back at you. I've seen sewers that were cleaner and smelled better." Damson wrinkles her nose in disgust. "Are you really the same species?" she asks the trolls she knows.

 

nyeh, not nyah.

*She ain't no fucking furry.*

 

"That's it, Torisen is not allowed to ever die. I'm not sending my moirail back there," says Ford. "She actually is my moirail."