old yogi

Carry a positive spirit, a curious mind and gentle words everywhere you go. Keep a sense of grace and endless love about you, allow it to influence your actions as well as others. Be the light you needed, the one which you may still seek, and be a guidance to all around you who wish to find it.
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If you cannot be anything, be kind by Amy Kennedy

27/02/16

(The final part of this four part story. I hope you have enjoyed reading it, I’ll get back to comics soon I swear!)

-Aesma and the Three Masters-

(And the Lessons She Never Learned from Them)
PART 3 and 4: Aesma and the Master of Ethics

Flush with victory and battle, Aesma took to the road again with extremely little regard for the beautiful community of light and sound she had so violently shattered, and with ignorant glee, she whistled as she rode the void in search of the Master of ethics.
The estate of the Master was easy to find, as it lay atop a shining mountain whose peak was so tall it could be seen from near all creation. Aesma scoffed at such an obstacle and with a mighty stroke of Pedam’s thirty league stave, flung herself to the top. But as she spun up its sides, she saw up its slopes were crawling with grand streams of men, beasts, and demigods. And when she reached the top she beheld a great cacophony, a heaving sea of pilgrims, and rising majestically out of the center was a great shining temple of unbelievable breadth and width, with a peculiar shape that Aesma couldn’t quite make out.
Almost immediately Aesma was smashed to and fro by a mass of bodies of every color, shape, and gender imaginable, and the discordant litany of a thousand tongues nearly deafened her. Irate, she swept the legs out from a broad swathe of pilgrims a kilometer wide with a single swipe of Pedam’s stave, and questioned them  viciously as they crawled about in pain.
“Where is the Master of ethics!” she spat, lashing the prostrate pilgrims as they clutched their bleeding shins. Among them Aesma couldn’t see a single unified creed or dogma. There were bell-ringing pilgrims, and cat-burning pilgrims, and hands-and-feet beating pilgrims (who were crying in joy at the exquisite beating Aesma had dealt them), and many more besides.
“Ask the holy men!” cried the pilgrims, and Aesma saw that sprouting from the mighty temple’s base were an uncounted number of smaller temples, growing like ugly ornamented mushrooms as though to squash the life out of each other. So with the hook of Pedam’s stave, she lifted thirty of them clean off their foundations and shook them vigorously until a number of ruddy, sweating priests fell out.
“Begone demon!” the priests wailed in unison, grasping for various holy symbols, so Aesma gave them a drubbing with her stave.
“Where is the Master of ethics?” she said, picking her nose as she sat upon a holy man’s chest.
“He is the holiest of holies and has hidden himself from the sight of the wicked!” gasped the priest in great pain, for Aesma’s evil body was heavier than iron and hotter than a forge, “and ye shall never learn the secret way to pass unto his ultimate truth!”
So Aesma rapped him in the stones, and resolved to ask a dog, as they were far more reliable than both pilgrims and holy men.
“He is in the temple of 109 chambers,” said the dog, “each holier than the one before, and only the successively more pure of heart may pass through.”
Aesma kicked the dog, and turned to go, but the dog said, “By the law of dogs, you must carry my burden for a single day. And so I grant you my fleas, so I may rest a single night,” and all the fleas of the dog jumped to Aesma and she howled and scratched and struck at the dog, but the law of dogs was exceptionally strong, and so she could do naught but mutter angrily at being tricked as she pressed on.

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if that “officer and mr. truffles” animation gets funded I’m going to pee in someone’s hair. the “creator” of the idea has used homophobic slurs in the past and the bear cub itself was killed by the police force shortly after the original photograph was taken, so the cartoon is like some sort of sugar-coated bastardization of a real-life event that wants to pretend an innocent animal didn’t get killed

not to mention the animation is incredibly sub-par like for 80k you’d think they could have hired decent animators OH WAIT that’s right because more of their budget is being spent on merchandising than it is actually paying their animators :)))

don’t even get me started on the actual content of the short like it totally falls flat and is bland and uninteresting even for a kid’s show, like if I wanted to watch the same rehashed Abbott and Costello bit I’d just turn on some old Bob Clampett or Yogi Bear cartoons jesus christ

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