People like to give Bethesda a hard time for the bugs in Fallout, but I have a suspicion it’s not just them. I think the Fallout franchise is cursed. I played the originals when they were new, and… well, let me give you an example.

In Fallout 2 (published by Interplay way back in 1998, for reference), you can obtain a car that serves as a combination fast-travel system and storage locker. The interface for using it isn’t the friendliest, and you can actually lose it permanently if you park it in the wrong spot, since random encounter maps despawn, but all that’s par for the course for CRPGs of its era.

What isn’t par for the course is that sometimes the back half of the car spawns in a completely different location from front half of the car. You’ll enter a map and find yourself standing beside… half a car. Each half is still fully functional if you can find the blasted thing (i.e., the front half can still be driven away, and the back half can still be accessed for storage), but they’re otherwise completely decoupled.

And that’s not even the weirdest bug afflicting the car in particular, let alone the rest of the game!

Day 24: An Opossum

Bonus some cool facts about north america’s only marsupial: 

Due to their low body temperature and outrageous immune system they very rarely contract rabies.

 they are pest control masters and eat/kill rats, cockroaches, and a variety of other pests.

That killer immune system combined with their opportunistic omnivore diet also means that they help to curb the spread of lyme disease, by eating the ticks that land on them, eating the tick’s other hosts (the small ones at least), and being nearly immune to the disease itself. 

Pretty cool for a “trash cat”


I have a tendency to do things backwards, but I’m slowly adding on to my growing list of posts about reading tarot cards using the lenormand reading style

For those new to this, I much prefer the reading system of lenormand than I do of tarot, but I like the symbols and history of tarot, as well as the many more cards (which is multiplied when you consider tarot has reversals and lenormand does not). So I created a system to combine the two.

I’ll eventually get to the suits, but above are all the majors and their reversals broken down into (noun) keyword (my own interpretation of the cards, fyi) and other parts of speech (noun, adjective, verb and adverb). 

For those TOTALLY new to lenormand, lenormand cards are pulled in multiples and never singly (i.e. no single card draws). The cards are read in combination of one another in a sentence-like manner (i.e. one card as subject and the others as modifiers).

Three card or more draws include stringing together the subject with various parts of speech to make a coherent sentence.

So anyway, I broke each major card into the parts of speech for reference when reading tarot in lenormand style. The 4 suits will be coming at some point for a complete reference. 

When you’re writing your posts about the anomie of modern individualistic atomized existence, and talking about how we need to find some more-communitarian more-interconnected more-tribal-level mode of life…please remember what tribes are actually like.

Tribes are, basically, big families.  You know how families work, probably.  You were probably raised in one.

And – don’t get me wrong – there are many great things about families.  It is cool that, due to the power of collective identity, resources can be distributed in a literally final-stage-communist fashion with very little friction.  It is cool that you can get to know everyone super well, and keep an accurate map of all the relationships.  It is cool that people care about you, no fooling, they really care about you, they are not going to drop you just because you’ve become inconvenient or whatever. 

Nonetheless.  Somehow, I’m betting that most of you fled from the bosom of your families in order to go live out in the big cold atomized impersonal individualistic world, and you’re not exactly champing at the bit to go back. 

Because there are costs, and they are crushing.  Families do not understand, cannot understand, personal boundaries.  The counterbalance to “your family will always care about you” is “your family will feel free to use and remake every part of your existence.”  Families are places where every point of incompatibility or tension will be rubbed raw until it bleeds and festers, because people can’t just agree to leave each other alone.  Families subordinate your dreams to their own collective ambitions and values.  Families run Every. Single. Thing. through a system of manipulative personal politics. 

Different people have different levels of tolerance for such things, and so the individualism / tribalism tradeoff plays out differently in every case.  But if you’re reading this, I am prepared to bet money that you really really really benefit from the advantages of social individualism, no matter how much loneliness and anomie you might be feeling. 

Squaring this circle is super hard.  It is one of my major long-term intellectual projects.  Finding a system that combines “people really care about each other in a reliable fashion” and “resources get shared in a non-stupid way” with “people will respect your individual preferences/ambitions” and “people have the space not to impinge upon each other intolerably” is…well, it may be impossible, and if it’s possible I’m pretty sure no one’s figured it out yet.  But I’m betting that, at such time as we do figure it out, it’s not going to look anything like segmentary communitarianism. 


Photos by me

Basilique Notre-Dame de Montreal / Notre Dame Basilica

From wikipedia:

The church’s Gothic Revival architecture is among the most dramatic in the world; its interior is grand and colourful, its ceiling is coloured deep blue and decorated with golden stars, and the rest of the sanctuary is a polychrome of blues, azures, reds, purples, silver, and gold. It is filled with hundreds of intricate wooden carvings and several religious statues. Unusual for a church, thestained glass windows along the walls of the sanctuary do not depict biblical scenes, but rather scenes from the religious history of Montreal. It also has a Casavant Frères pipe organ, dated 1891, which comprises four keyboards, 92 stops using electropneumatic action and an adjustable combination system, 7000 individual pipes and a pedal board.

Episode 3

Dearest Player,

I hope this letter finds you well. I can hear your complaint already, “Gordon Freeman, we have not heard from you in ages!” Well, if you care to hear excuses, I have plenty, the greatest of them being I’ve been in other dimensions and whatnot, unable to reach you by the usual means. This was the case until eighteen months ago, when I experienced a critical change in my circumstances, and was redeposited on these shores. In the time since, I have been able to think occasionally about how best to describe the intervening years, my years of silence. I do first apologize for the wait, and that done, hasten to finally explain (albeit briefly, quickly, and in very little detail) events following those described in my previous letter (referred to herewith as Episode 2).

To begin with, as you may recall from the closing paragraphs of my previous missive, the death of Eli Vance shook us all. The Research & Rebellion team was traumatized, unable to be sure how much of our plan might be compromised, and whether it made any sense to go on at all as we had intended. And yet, once Eli had been buried, we found the strength and courage to regroup. It was the strong belief of his brave daughter, the feisty Alyx Vance, that we should continue on as her father had wished. We had the Arctic coordinates, transmitted by Eli’s long-time assistant, Dr. Judith Mossman, which we believed to mark the location of the lost research vessel Borealis. Eli had felt strongly that the Borealis should be destroyed rather than allow it to fall into the hands of the Combine. Others on our team disagreed, believing that the Borealis might hold the secret to the revolution’s success. Either way, the arguments were moot until we found the vessel. Therefore, immediately after the service for Dr. Vance, Alyx and I boarded a helicopter and set off for the Arctic; a much larger support team, mainly militia, was to follow by separate transport.

It is still unclear to me exactly what brought down our little aircraft. The following hours spent traversing the frigid waste in a blizzard are also a jumbled blur, ill-remembered and poorly defined. The next thing I clearly recall is our final approach to the coordinates Dr. Mossman has provided, and where we expected to find the Borealis. What we found instead was a complex fortified installation, showing all the hallmarks of sinister Combine technology. It surrounded a large open field of ice. Of the Hypnos itself there was no sign…or not at first. But as we stealthily infiltrated the Combine installation, we noticed a recurent, strangely coherent auroral effect–as of a vast hologram fading in and out of view. This bizarre phenomenon initially seemed an effect caused by an immense Combine lensing system, Alyx and I soon realized that what we were actually seeing was the research vessel Borealis itself, phasing in and out of existence at the focus of the Combine devices. The aliens had erected their compound to study and seize the ship whenever it materialized. What Dr. Mossman had provided were not coordinates for where the sub was located, but instead for where it was predicted to arrive. The vessel was oscillating in and out of our reality, its pulses were gradually steadying, but there was no guarantee it would settle into place for long–or at all. We determined that we must put ourselves into position to board it at the instant it became completely physical.

At this point we were briefly detained–not captured by the Combine, as we feared at first, but by minions of our former nemesis, the conniving and duplicitous Wallace Breen. Dr. Breen was not as we had last seen him–which is to say, he was not dead. At some point, the Combine had saved out an earlier version of his consciousness, and upon his physical demise, they had imprinted the back-up personality into a biological blank resembling an enormous slug. The BreenGrub, despite occupying a position of relative power in the Combine hierarchy, seemed nervous and frightened of me in particular. Wallace did not know how his previous incarnation, the original Dr. Breen, had died. He knew only that I was responsible. Therefore the slug treated us with great caution. Still, he soon confessed (never able to keep quiet for long) that he was himself a prisoner of the Combine. He took no pleasure from his current grotesque existence, and pleaded with us to end his life. Alyx believed that a quick death was more than Wallace Breen deserved, but for my part, I felt a modicum of pity and compassion. Out of Alyx’s sight, I might have done something to hasten the slug’s demise before we proceeded.

Not far from where we had been detained by Dr. Breen, we found Judith Mossman being held in a Combine interrogation cell. Things were tense between Judith and Alyx, as might be imagined. Alyx blamed Judith for her father’s death…news of which, Judith was devastated to hear for the first time. Judith tried to convince Alyx that she had been a double agent serving the resistance all along, doing only what Eli had asked of her, even though she knew it meant she risked being seen by her peers–by all of us–as a traitor. I was convinced; Alyx less so. But from a pragmatic point of view, we depended on Dr. Mossman; for along with the Borealis coordinates, she possessed resonance keys which would be necessary to bring the vessel fully into our plane of existence.

We skirmished with Combine soldiers protecting a Combine research post, then Dr. Mossman attuned the Borealis to precisely the frequencies needed to bring it into (brief) coherence. In the short time available to us, we scrambled aboard the ship, with an unknown number of Combine agents close behind. The ship cohered for only a short time, and then its oscillations resume. It was too late for our own military support, which arrived and joined the Combine forces in battle just as we rebounded between universes, once again unmoored.

What happened next is even harder to explain. Alyx Vance, Dr. Mossman and myself sought control of the ship–its power source, its control room, its navigation center. The ships’s history proved nonlinear. Years before, during the Combine invasion, various members of an earlier science team, working in the hull of a dry-docked vessel situated at the Aperture Science Research Facility in Michigan, had assembled what they called the Bootstrap Device. If it worked as intended, it would emit a field large enough to surround the ship. This field would then itself travel instantaneously to any chosen destination without having to cover the intervening space. There was no need for entry or exit portals, or any other devices; it was entirely self-contained. Unfortunately, the device had never been tested. As the Combine pushed Earth into the Seven Hour War, the aliens seized control of our most important research facilities. The staff of the Borealis, with no other wish than to keep the ship out of Combine hands, acted in desperation. The switched on the field and flung the Borealis toward the most distant destination they could target: Arctica. What they did not realize was that the Bootstrap Device travelled in time as well as space. Nor was it limited to one time or one location. The Borealis, and the moment of its activation, were stretched across space and time, between the nearly forgotten Lake Huron of the Seven Hour War and the present day Arctic; it was pulled taut as an elastic band, vibrating, except where at certain points along its length one could find still points, like the harmonic spots along a vibrating guitar string. One of these harmonics was where we boarded, but the string ran forward and back, in both time and space, and we were soon pulled in every direction ourselves.

Time grew confused. Looking from the bridge, we could see the drydocks of Aperture Science at the moment of teleportation, just as the Combine forces closed in from land, sea and air. At the same time, we could see the Arctic wastelands, where our friends were fighting to make their way to the protean Borealis; and in addition, glimpses of other worlds, somewhere in the future perhaps, or even in the past. Alyx grew convinced we were seeing one of the Combine’s central staging areas for invading other worlds–such as our own. We meanwhile fought a running battle throughout the ship, pursued by Combine forces. We struggled to understand our stiuation, and to agree on our course of action. Could we alter the course of the Borealis? Should we run it aground in the Arctic, giving our peers the chance to study it? Should we destroy it with all hands aboard, our own included? It was impossible to hold a coherent thought, given the baffling and paradoxical timeloops, which passed through the ship like bubbles. I felt I was going mad, that we all were, confronting myriad versions of ourselves, in that ship that was half ghost-ship, half nightmare funhouse.

What it came down to, at last, was a choice. Judith Mossman argued, reasonably, that we should save the Borealis and deliver it to the resistance, that our intelligent peers might study and harness its power. But Alyx reminded me had sworn she would honor she father’s demand that we destroy the ship. She hatched a plan to set the Borealis to self-destruct, while riding it into the heart of the Combine’s invasion nexus. Judith and Alyx argued. Judith overpowered Alyx and brought the Borealis area, preparing to shut off the Bootstrap Device and settle the ship on the ice. Then I heard a shot, and Judith fell. Alyx had decided for all of us, or her weapon had. With Dr. Mossman dead, we were committed to the suicide plunge. Grimly, Alyx and I armed the Borealis, creating a time-travelling missile, and steered it for the heart of the Combine’s command center.

At this point, as you will no doubt be unsurprised to hear, a Certain Sinister Figure appeared, in the form of that sneering trickster, G-Man.  For once he appeared not to me, but to Alyx Vance. Alyx had not seen the cryptical schoolmarm since childhood, but she recognized hi, instantly. “Come along with me now, we’ve places to be and things to do,” said G-Man, and Alyx acquiesced. She followed the strange grey man out of the Borealis, out of our reality. For me, there was no convenient door held open; only a snicker and a sideways glance. I was left alone, riding the weaponized research vessel into the heart of a Combine world. An immense light blazed. I caught a cosmic view of a brilliantly glittering Dyson sphere. The vastness of the Combine’s power, the futility of our struggle, blossomed briefly in my awareness. I saw everything. Mainly I saw how the Borealis, our most powerful weapon, would register as less than a fizzling matchhead as it blew itself apart. And what remained of me would be even less than that.

Just then, as you have surely already foreseen, the Vortigaunts parted their own checkered curtains of reality, reached in as they have on prior occasions, plucked me out, and set me aside. I barely got to see the fireworks begin.

And here we are. I spoke of my return to this shore. It has been a circuitous path to lands I once knew, and surprising to see how much the terrain has changed. Enough time has passed that few remember me, or what I was saying when last I spoke, or what precisely we hoped to accomplish. At this point, the resistance will have failed or succeeded, no thanks to me. Old friends have been silenced, or fallen by the wayside. I no longer know or recognize most members of the research team, though I believe the spirit of rebellion still persists. I expect you know better than I the appropriate course of action, and I leave you to it. Expect no further correspondence from me regarding these matters; this is my final episode.

Yours in infinite finality,

Gordon Freeman, Ph.D.


Marc Laidlaw
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anonymous asked:

Hey, I've seen your list of book reference, but it seems to cover basic stuff. I'm on my way to finish N4 level, could you recommend books that cover a more advance stuff? But not too advance though. thanks bytheway. Keep up the good work

Recommended References for Intermediate Japanese Learning

Not sure if you use TRY! books which we recommend previously, but it was one of a very recommended book to follow. >> Check out the details of this book set

For people who already finished the N5-N4 version here’s the next level version

TRY! N3 grammar with CD
500 Questions for N3 Practice + grammar review

TRY! Japanese JLPT N2 grammar with CD
Shin Nihongo 500 Mon for N2 Practice + grammar review

• TRY! Japanese JLPT N1 grammar with CD
• Shin Nihongo 500 Mon for N1 Practice + grammar review


Grammar Dictionaries

If you haven’t get the wonderful Yellow Dictionary of basic Japanese grammar, we recommend you to get one.

It’s an important book so you can learn in-depth about the grammar you encountered in Try! or while learning with other book. But it won’t be enough for N2 - N1 level. You will require the Intermediate and Advance version for them. 

You don’t have to buy them all together though. If you’re in N5 level, buy the yellow one. If you’re in N3 level buy the blue one, and when you get to N1 get the red if you feel you need more references.


If you don’t like the Try! self taught class system combined with the Dictionary of Japanese Grammar and would just like to learn Japanese by screening/reading through one book, this Japanese: A Comprehensive Grammar is a book that should be able to fill your need.

This very thick book will guide you to understand basic stuff to intermediate stuff. This book cover basic stuff such as number and counting and how to make questions with particle か. You could say that this book able to replace TRY! N5 - N3, but will not be able to replace the Dictionary of Japanese Grammar mentioned above. Try to check out the full index and some explanation in the sample page!

*Don’t buy the kindle version of this book since it’s just a blurry scanned version. You need to get the real book!


Vocabularies Dictionary

You will need a good dictionary to help you read/watch through Japanese books/movies for practice. The best and most complete Japanese-English dictionary you can found is the Kenkyusha green goddess dict.

But with more than 3000 pages and its price tag, you better get yourself the casio ex-word 9800 series which got more or less same price but with high functionality and portability. Yes, this denshijisho series is one of the type that hold the digital Kenkyusha green book. You can buy any version as long as it’s the 9800 or 10000 series. But here’s a link below to make your search easier.

(Model D) XD-K9800 // (Model U) XD-U9800 // (Model K) XD-K9800

Quick spec: Touch screen/Jump function/Kenkyusha (the only dict you need)/Handwriting input/Function to make notes/100+hours on 2AA rechargeable battery. Note that it’s made for Japanese. To be in safe side, you should be around N3 level to be able to navigate/figure out how to use it.

>Click to learn more about denshijisho (electronic dictionary)

Kenkyusha Pocket Dict: Though not as complete, there’s also the pocket size of kenkyushadict. It’s portable and much more affordable!


In-depth Kanji learning

• KODANSHA kanji learner’s course

This book will give you the historical story and made up mnemonics for the over 2000 kanji characters to help you learn it, write it, completed with sample usage. It’s a must have book in your library.


In case you missed it, we’ve cover books for basic level here:

Hope it helps! Happy learning! 。゚✶ฺ.ヽ(*´∀`*)ノ.✶゚ฺ。



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the-weird-vector  asked:

I want to run a game about modern-ish teenagers who work at a 7-11 night shift where every night unknowably horrific eldritch abominations invade. Any good systems for combining slice of life teenager stuff, high concept weirdness, and 80s campy movie combat or mechanics?

It’s a little more serious than what you’re aiming for by default, but you might have good luck with this one:

Monster of the Week

If you’re not familiar with the “Powered by the Apocalypse” game line, it’s basically a narrative system where taking specific story actions triggers stat checks that let you ask questions or declare story details, within guidelines determined by the action in question. For example, when you Investigate a Mystery, a successful roll lets you ask the GM one question - two on a critical success - from the following list, which she must answer honestly:

  • What happened here?
  • What sort of creature is it?
  • What can it do?
  • What can hurt it?
  • Where did it go?
  • What was it going to do?
  • What is being concealed here?

On the flip side, if you blow the roll, the GM gets you ask you a question or two, and you’re likewise obliged to give honest answers.

The default tone is sort of Buffy the Vampire Slayer meets The X-Files, but you can dial it down to Scooby Doo! Mystery Incorporated pretty easily. There’s even a bonus meddling kid playbook if you want to go that route.

You can get the PDF here (and see the product description for a link to some free handouts), and the print version here.

A Liège Dumonthier Lefaucheux Patent Combined Dagger And Pin-Fire Six-Shot Revolver Of Small Bore No. 2550, Late 19th Century, and a  Liège 50-Bore Pin-Fire Deleaxhe Systeme Combined Double-Action Six-Shot Revolver And Dagger No. 1360, Late 19th Century

The Dumonthier Lefaucheux:

With part octagonal barrel and single-edged blade slightly curved towards the point, the former stamped ‘Dumonthier’ on the left flat and engraved with strapwork along the upper flats, blued cylinder engraved with scrollwork and with brass-inlaid line ornament around the forward edge, foliate scroll engraved action, hinged loading-gate, folding trigger, and chequered gutta-percha grips each pressed with foliate designs, Liège proof. 7.5 cm barrel.

The Deleaxhe Systeme:

With sighted barrel mounted beneath the muzzle with a pivoting blade of waved flattened triangular section retained by a spring-catch on the left side of the action, stamped 'Deleaxhe Systeme’, and with partly chequered spring locking catch numbered '17’, partly chequered figured rounded grips, and lanyard ring (refinished and with scattered light pitting). 15.5 cm barrel.

I’m sorry, @qsy-complains-a-lot, but I couldn’t resist posting these. I won’t make it a habit.


First Look: The Mercedes-AMG E 63 S 4MATIC+ Estate

In the new E 63 4MATIC+ Estate and E 63 S 4MATIC+ Estate, Mercedes-AMG combines the brand’s hallmark Driving Performance with the intelligence of the E-Class. As in the Saloon, the 4.0-litre V8 biturbo engine with an output of up to 450 kW (612 hp) and the fully variable AMG Performance 4MATIC+ all-wheel drive deliver an outstanding driving experience. Acceleration from 0 to 62 mph in 3.5 seconds sets a new record in this class. 

The new Estate boasts even more agile response than its predecessor: the AMG Speedshift MCT (Multi Clutch Technology) 9-speed sports transmission is combined with a wet clutch. The new AMG Performance 4MATIC+ all-wheel-drive system combines the advantages of various drive configurations. Torque distribution on the front and rear axles, which is fully variable for the first time, ensures optimum traction in all road conditions.

Black and white - Jim Kirk

Pairing: Jim Kirk x Reader

Words: 1138

A/N: The first fic that I post here on tumblr so I hope you enjoy it! Also, it’s a bit angsty (maybe more than a bit so be prepared). More fics will follow!

Warnings: Death

“We’ve been hit!”

His breath comes out ragged as he stares ahead blankly, vision blurry, his heart pounding in his chest.

“She was down there.”

His mouth is dry and his legs feel like they will give in any second now.

There was nothing we could do.”


Suddenly there are two hands on his shoulders, gripping him tightly in an attempt to keep him steady.

“Jim! Hey, look at me.”

He blinks and his vision gradually becomes more focused again. Jim realizes that the hands belong to Bones, who is currently standing in front of him.

“I have to go,” Jim whispers. It is the clearest thought in his head, the only one that matters.

“No, Jim, I need you to calm—”

“No!” He interrupts, then looks around. Confusion and anger make their way up his throat when he sees everyone standing in silence, unable to meet his eyes. Why is he the only one who wants to help? Why is no one doing anything?

“I made a promise. I have to go,” Jim repeats, his tone surprisingly sharp, and misses the sympathetic looks his crewmembers exchange.

“Captain, you can’t go there,” Scotty, standing behind Bones, says, “the doors are sealed shut. Even if we find a way to open them, we’ll get sucked out of the ship immediately. I’m sorry, she’s…” His voice cracks.

The words don’t make any sense and Jim doesn’t understand (or maybe he doesn’t want to). For him, the only thing important right now is the promise. He can’t break it. He will never be able to forgive himself if something were to happen to you.

“Captain, with all due respect, we have to get out of the nebula right now and head to the nearest Starbase.”

That was Spock – or perhaps Sulu? Jim isn’t quite sure.

“Jim, look at me.” Bones. “I need you to breathe slowly and as evenly as possible, okay? In and out.”

Jim releases a deep breath and reaches out to the doctor, not quite knowing why. Maybe his legs finally gave in.

“Alright, I got you,” mumbles Bones, “now close your eyes. Close your eyes and breathe.”


His world explodes in colors the first time Jim sees you. At least, that’s the best he can think of and he’ll certainly never describe it in any other way. All of a sudden, everything around him feels so much more vibrant the moment your eyes meet his.

(To be fair, the alcohol in his system combined with the punch he received thirty seconds earlier probably helped with that.)

It’s been two years since that night you looked down at him while he laid on the floor of the bar. Your hair falls around your face, eyes narrowed with a concerned expression. The dimmed light behind you illuminates you while you stand over him.

“Are you an angel?” His words are slurred in his drunken state, and his head feels as if someone dropped a piano on top of it.

You roll your eyes and laugh, and Jim knows that he wants to take you home tonight. And tomorrow.


Fast-forward and you are sitting on his bed with a cup of coffee in your hands, looking over San Francisco. You are only wearing one of his uniform shirts, and the gold has never looked more beautiful than in this particular moment.


“I really need you to stop getting into bar fights,” you announce when the door to the bar closes behind you.

“And I really need you to stop laughing at my pain. I saved you from that asshole.” Jim pouts while pressing a tissue against his bleeding lip.

“I’m not laughing, I’m smiling,” you reply. “Besides, it’s not because you’re hurt.”

“Why are you smiling, then?”

“You just called me your girlfriend for the first time.”


“I love you,” you whisper when he pulls up the zipper of your black dress as you get ready to meet his mother. You’re the first girl he introduces to her, and Jim hopes that you’ll also be the last.


“I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” He tells you once your breathing begins to calm down and your cheeks stop looking so pale. It was a nightmare—a bad one—and it woke the both of you.

“So do I.” Your voice sounds a bit hoarse, and you give him a weak smile before resting your head on his chest. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

“Don’t be.” Jim begins to run his fingers through your hair. “You want to talk about the dream?”

“Not really.”

“Okay. Just know that I’m here for you. I won’t let anything bad happen to you, ever. I promise.“


The Admiral calls and Jim is about to press ‘Ignore’, when he hears a soft melody coming from the bathroom. You’re singing some old show tune in the shower and it makes him chuckle. Even though you aren’t a particularly good singer, the thought of hearing you do it every day for the next decades to come doesn’t sound so bad. For a split second he even imagines you sitting next to a crib, humming a lullaby, and Jim feels at peace. He knows that you would never ask him to leave this job. You only want him to be happy and if that means being captain of the Enterprise, then so be it. He also knows that he loves you more than anything else. After all, the sun rises and sets with you.

“So, let’s discuss this job offer,” Jim says when he answers the call.


Memory after memory follows and he can’t make it stop. You, laughing and talking loudly as you arrive home drunk from a bar. Quiet whispers between soft pillows. Shouting as you two fight again about some stupid little thing neither of you will remember in an hour. You in your red uniform, face and hands dirty with grease and oil, but with a big smile on your face. You, walking down the stairs, wearing a breathtaking dress, allowing him to realize that in his eyes you’ll always be the most beautiful being in this galaxy (hell, the whole universe). A swirl of blue, gold and red – a firework that makes his head hurt.


When Jim opens his eyes again, he feels as if his world becomes black and white once more.

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All The Times Barry Allen Has Been Super Smart

I’m writing this post, because I feel like the writers sideline Barry’s intelligence far too often, usually for the sake of giving Cisco and Caitlin purpose, (I’m sorry, I love them, but I think the writers should give them purpose without sidelining another character’s own smarts, especially when he’s our main character), and now even to give Iris purpose which makes no sense. So, here are all the times Barry Allen has been one of the smartest people in Arrowverse.

1. When determined what happened in Queen Consolidated and how the centrifuge got stolen in his first ever appearance.

2. When he deduced what was killing Oliver and administered the exact amount of rat poisoned to thin his blood again so he’d survive.

3. When he made Oliver his mask.

4. When he explained the particle accelerator to Iris.

5. When he was at a crime scene and he was able to determine exactly what happened the moment he looked at it, (not the only time he’s done that either, they just stopped using the graphics showing us how Barry’s mind worked because they thought it looked weird. Doesn’t mean that’s not still how his brain worked).

6. When he explained Simon Stagg’s work in cellular cloning creating advancements in the world of organ replacement to Iris for her article, despite the fact that she didn’t really cared and tried to drink on the job.

7. He was also going to explain the science behind cellular regeneration to Iris, but the benefit they were at was attacked.

8. When he determined that Danton Black’s cells were naive. They were stems cells that could replicate and become any cells the body needs and only come from babies.

9. When he told Iris that zombies actually can exist in nature. There are species of fungi that infect ants, causing the ants to attack plants that can release spores which then infect new hosts. He noticed Iris’s expression and realized he was going full nerd again.

10. When he named their trivia team E=MC Hammer because of Einstein’s formula for kinetic energy being E=MC squared. 

11. When he and Felicity won almost all of the trivia questions for their team together.

12. Literally every time he is at a crime scene, gathers the evidence, and processes it so the cops are actually able to find the killers, (though anymore, Barry now does the police’s part of the job, too, considering they can’t stop metas).

13. When he knew instantly when Cisco said the Geiger counter in his suit read less than one millirad that that meant the radiation levels were normal. 

14. When he has been able to quote back the things Caitlin, Cisco, or Wells say in other timelines that were scientific with perfect accuracy. Sorry, but if you don’t know and understand science, you wouldn’t remember that. Same thing when he talked to Tracy about her work with the speed force.

15. When we learned that he is responsible for the creation of Gideon, the amazingly intelligent AI that can see through the timeline that even Cisco didn’t know what to do with the operating system of.

16. When we learned he majored in chemistry and physics.

17. When he figured out that Firestorm was actually an acronym just by remembering that Scuba was an acronym.

18. When he worked on the speed equation to try to make himself fast enough to beat Zoom.

19. When he knew that any acid with a Ph below 2 could cause a similar reaction to the decay in the man that died in 3x12.

20. When he explained to Joe that an aggressive variant of a necrotizing fasciitis was a flesh eating disease. 

21. When he knew that CODIS was an acronym for Combined DNA Index System.

22. When we saw the amazing tech in Savitar’s suit. Sorry, but there is no way anyone made that for Barry except himself. After all, everyone shunned Savitar and chased him away. Who would have made him a suit? Cisco, one of the people who shunned him? Tracy, the woman who trapped him? Harry, who probably would have shunned him too? No, Barry made it himself. He is capable at engineering whenever he needs to be and could have easily done it himself.

23. When Savitar-Barry fixed his suit after his fight with Barry. This is further proof that he made the suit. He knows exactly how to repair it. Not many people would know how to fix the things they use. If my car breaks down, I’m taking it to an auto shop. Most people would. But there are some people who build cars from scratch and fix them up themselves when they break. That seems to be how Savitar-Barry was with his suit.

24. When Savitar-Barry used the philosopher’s stone, which I am assuming he also made, to keep himself from being trapped in the speed force again.

25. When Savitar-Barry explained his plan to be spliced throughout all of time to avoid the paradox.

26. When Barry recreated the earbuds Cisco made against Pied Piper to protect himself and Kara from Silver Banshee’s screams.

27. When Barry explained the multiverse to Kara, Winn, and James.

28. When he explained Flashpoint to Team Flash.

29. When he drew all of those symbols on the walls of the pipeline and STAR Labs. We don’t know what they mean, yet, but obviously they mean something and Team Flash didn’t know what they meant. I’m hoping it’s some kind of speed force knowledge and that maybe it will be used to defeat Devoe or create Gideon.

30. When he quoted Einstein to Stein and the two of them discussed physics and the particle accelerator.

31. When he read literally all of Harrison Wells’s works. Reading about things helps you become smarter and gain an understanding of it, which is how Barry used the information he’d read so he and Harry could figure out a way to close the breaches. And when he read all of the information on science from Earth Two. Yes, it went into his short term memory and he’d have to reread it, but when you read things over and over again, eventually they start to stick. And just because some of the information would have faded, doesn’t mean it all would have, especially with how he read it multiple times.

32. Let’s not forget the multiple times Barry was talking about advanced scientific topics and was asked if he was even speaking English by characters like Iris and Eddie.

These are just a few of the examples of when Barry has been one of the smartest characters in Arrowverse. The reason we don’t see it more often is because they rarely let us see Barry at work anymore, (though that seems like it may be starting to change), and in order for Barry to need a team, Caitlin and Cisco have to help figure things out. But would it really be so hard for them to have a three way conversation where the writers let them all contribute knowledge into figuring something out? I just wish they’d stop sidelining Barry’s intelligence for the sake of other characters, especially Iris, who they are now trying to make seem scientifically smart when she’s supposed to be journalism smart. It makes no sense and is pissing me off. All I want for season four, other than WestAllen to break up, is for them to stop downplaying how smart their main character is.

Mechanics - Post 2

Today I’ll tell you guys about the Jigsaw Chain Coop System. This is my favorite combat feature in Black Crystals. It is inspired by the Combination System from the game Saga Frontier. To fully understand this features, let’s start by talking about the Skill Jigsaw Imprint.

Skills are the building blocks of a coop skill. Each and every skill in the game has a jigsaw imprint. This imprint is basically a jigsaw puzzle shaped piece with a receiving end, a transmitting end and crux limiters. I will talk in depth about the Crux System in a future post, but crux limiters are basically the elements a skill can connect with. Some skills can connect with all elements, some with more than one while others are limited to one only. If skills with compatible jigsaw imprints are used in the correct order, a jigsaw chain forms and a coop skill is triggered. 

The picture above shows the triggering of the coop skill “Sprinkle Strike”, which is formed by using Starsio’s “Strike” and Arthur’s “Spray” attacks.

There are a number of rules that surround coop skills. To avoid abusing them, they are dependent on a coop counter which regenerates based actions taken throughout battle. They’re also limited by a rule that you can use a certain coop skill only once in the same battle.

There are also other rules that govern the jigsaw chain system. For example, if two consecutive jigsaw pieces have the same crux color, a crux link forms! A crux link increases the effectiveness of the skill by a percentage proportionate to the length of the crux link.

I’m still debating whether or not the player is prompted to unleash the coop skill once its triggered, or if the skill should trigger automatically. I’m counting on feedback at the beta testing stage to finalize this. For now, the player is prompted. 

While this level 2 jigsaw chain may seem unimpressive, keep in mind that Black Crystals will have 5 active players in battle. Imagine the possibilities!

(this is a mockup only) 

That’s it for this dev post. I hope you guys find this post interesting!

Finally, I realize that my characters and story are shrouded in mystery, so I thought it’ll be fun to get to know a bit about the world and people of Black Crystals. That’s why next week instead of a mechanics post, I’ll do a character bio post! Please look forward to it! :D Until next time!

Previous Mechanic Posts:

 Post 1 – Skill Potential and Spontaneous Learning


So we all know that because of her mother Piper is fluent in French, because French is language of romance, so imagine if

  • Apollo cabin is fluent in Italian the language of music,
  • Demeter cabin knows the language of flowers, 
  • Athena cabin can decipher any type of code,
  • Hephestus cabin can fluently talk and understand binary language,
  • Because of Hermes the god of languages Hermes children are multilingual and can easily translate any language  

so imagine this scenario 

  • Aphrodite cabin mostly uses French to gossip about other cabins and rank people’s style, and you know shipping other campers, without other cabins butting in 
  • Apollo cabin mostly uses Italian to tease each other like siblings do, without giving other cabins amo and what to target on (yes pun intended)
  • Demeter cabin uses flowers as code names based on meaning so other cabins don’t know what are they talking about 
  • Athena cabin writes everything in codes, and for each strategy of capture the flag or what ever they use different coding system and combine few codes just to be safe
  • Hephestus cabin only uses their language gift to create programs, but sometimes they leave nice messages for their sibling who are frustrated their invention isn’t working properly 
  • And there is Hermes cabin…There is unwritten rule that if you don’t want anyone to know what you are talking about you should avoid talking in foreign language in front of child of Hermes…THEY KNOW EVERY GOSSIP, EVERY STRATEGY PLAN, THEY KNOW EVERYTHING!!! 
On REAL Black Power, or, Let's Take Our JuJu Back!

Historically, our African Diaspora Ancestors combined African spiritual systems with black liberation to combat oppression. Examples include the only successful slave revolt in history, the Haitian revolution, and heroes such as Ancestors Harriet Tubman, Gullah Jack, John the Conqueror, Gaspar Yanga, Frederick Douglas, Denmark Vesey, Nat Turner, Marie Laveau, just to name a few. They all used our Ancestors’ spiritual systems for freedom, liberation, protection and well-being of black people.

Rootwork, conjure, hoodoo, voodoo, Vodou, Ifa, Obeah, etc are ours by birthright, yet are all being taken over by Europeans because Africans are too busy chasing Eurocentric gods and goddesses. The appeal of Eurocentric systems of spirituality by black people is understood, just as any other aspect of Eurocentric culture works its way into black life and consciousness. That is par for the course in an integrated, assimilated society. But when it comes to something as important as our spirituality, lines must be drawn. Take the black appreciation for Wicca. Wicca is a powerless system. This has been known for decades, and it explains why so many white Wiccans are leaving it and are flocking over to Afrocentric spiritual practices and claiming ownership, and in some cases, are making millions selling our shit right back to us for profit. Things that, should you just connect with your Ancestors, they would help you remember. And not just that: It’s where our power lies. Without that bloodline tie, the work is weak, powerless, useless. White folks have written hundreds of web pages and books on African spiritual systems but they do not include the Ancestral aspect because for one, by virtue of their race they can’t speak on the experience of African Ancestor veneration with any authority, and for two, they know their audience is widely white. It would be counterproductive for them to say, “Oh and by the way? The source of power behind all these works I’m writing about is a bloodline connection to your African Ancestors across space and time.” This serves the second purpose of effectively hiding vital information from readers of African descent, who might be ignorant of their natural disposition to things of the “magical” sort. As the Congolese proverb says, only a fool pays for the tomato that grows in his own garden.

WE ARE AT WAR. Our people are being murdered by those sworn to protect and serve us. This current election cycle is making white racism more empowered and emboldened. Our young black brothers and sisters who have boots on the ground doing social activism and facing these evil beasts on their turfs need to be covered with our protection and prayers. Our enemies, agents of white supremacy, must be bound and disempowered.

This is coming from the Ancestors.

This is coming from a place of “fierce urgency of now”.

Our Ancestors are screaming for us to recognize them because they see what we are going through and want us to use our inherited spirituality as a way of not just coming back to our roots, but to reclaim our power and utilize it collectively for our fight against oppression. I am not here trying to be a leader looking for followers. I am putting out a call for other leaders. Fighters. Spiritual Warriors. Conjurers. Seers. Root workers. Priests. Priestesses.

It is time to combine our black activism with our mojo.
It is time.
It is time.
It is time.

I wish you love, peace, and powerful juju, Brothers and Sisters.

Why Ableism Matters to You, Even if You are Not Disabled:

I made a thing. I drew it in response to  this essay that Son of Baldwin posted on Twitter. Especially this line: “ In many ways, I believe ableism is the root bigotry of humanity.” So I took that metaphor and made it visual.

Image description: A black and white tabloid sized poster in the style of an educational diagram, showing a tree and its root system, combined with text.

At the bedrock level: “BIGOTRY: Beliefs and policies which work to exclude people from full membership in human society.”

In the root system: “ABLEISM: Judging the value of a person’s humanity on the basis of ability.”

The trunk has two forks; the left-hand fork is labeled “RACISM:” and leads to an example racist belief in its cluster of leaves: “Blacks are Less Intelligent than Whites, but they are More Athletic.”

The right-hand fork is labeled “SEXISM:” and leads to two clusters of leaves. The main cluster reads: “Women are Weaker, & Less Rational than Men;” the secondary cluster reads: “Gays are effeminate. Lesbians are emasculating.”

The top cluster of leaves, centered between these two branches, with a freely curving arrow pointing down to each half, reads: “Claims about Ability used to Pass Judgment on People’s Humanity (This is ABLEISM)”

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It may become part of a larger essay on how ableism 1) fuels other bigotries and 2) impedes solidarity and resistance to oppression (Consider this Fig. 1, out of X number of illustrative figures). But I’m not sure how long it will take for me to write that longer essay, and I wanted to start the discussion now.

P.S.: If you repost this without the image description, then you’d be excluding people with vision and text impairments from the discussion.  And that would be a schmuck, bigoted, thing to do. Don’t be a bigoted schmuck.