So I really want to do something for the Ninjago Zombie AU and I debated just opening another ask-blog but then… I had a thought.
What if I made a blog that worked like a “choose your own adventure” comic.
For example, say the ninja were being attacked by a rival gang, but only one person in the other gang had a gun. And say you were Kai for this “Chapter”, and he has a gun he can use. You guys would choose between the options of “shoot”, “try to negotiate”, or “surrender”. Or commands similar to that. I pick the command based off of which one has the most asks with it. So, say 3 people chose “negotiate”, while only 2 chose to shoot. Kai would try to negotiate because that’s what most of you guys chose.
Basically, I have a plot and you guys choose your own ways through it. You collectively send asks to write the comic while I draw it out.
Yup, so here we go with one way this is a bad idea. The “grain” (the experience recording device) has become so widespread, it’s in use for security. The guy’s trying to board a flight, and they made him replay the last 24 hours and then week of his life, while the software scanned for anything suspicious. Going so far as making facial recognition for everyone he had a conversation with.
AND IT’S A REALLY GOOD POINT. Anything recorded can theoretically be accessed by anyone, particularly once we start talking digital versus analogue. That tape of my grandad, before a month ago or whatever, someone would have had to physically come to my house and get the tape. Now I’ve put a clip up on YouTube, however, it’s out of my control.
And we’re talking LITERAL ENTIRE LIVES
The commercial was talking about a thirty year backup with the device. I think it may have said that was optional, I’m not sure, but regardless, who wouldn’t? Who would go so far as to have a device IMPLANTED IN THEM and not want to keep every single second forever?
How much of your life now stops being truly yours? How sincere are the interactions you’re having now, that you know – and EVERYONE knows – it’s being recorded? How much of what’s real are we losing, because every word, every gesture, has to be so measured?
The device was intended to record life, and ironically could have led to extinguishing it.
my all-time ultimate fave character: barry b benson a character I didn’t used to like but now do: the kfc colonel a character I used to like but now don’t: shrek a character I’m indifferent about: santa a character who deserved better: eeyore a ship I’ve never been able to get into: harley quinn + jack skellington a ship I’ve never been able to get over: me + money a cute, low-key ship: me + food an unpopular ship but I still enjoyed it: me + death a ship that was totally wrong and never should have happened: me + boys my favourite storyline/moment: the deleted scene where i get rich a storyline that never should have been written: me havin 2 clean my room my first thoughts on the show: i’ve never watched it rest in pieces KLSJDKLS my thoughts now: literally all i kno is veronica lodge’s specialty is ice w / e that means
Hi i've read Disney is planning to make a live action movie about prince charming, and everywhere i see Prince Kit, so i hope Richard Madden want's to play it, who else could be prince charming AKA kit? Or i hope they use Cinderella's prince.
Hi :) yes, I read that, too, but I don’t think there are any definite plans yet, right? I certainly hope they make it about Prince Kit, no other Disney liveaction Prince has been even close to being as fleshed out and interesting as him. And oh boy, if they do do it, and recast Kit, I would die. There is no way anyone else could play Kit, just no! But on the plus side, Richard seemed to love playing Kit, so there’s no reason why he’d say no, I think :) let’s hope it happens someday!
to you or me he may not be; he may be all sunshine smiles and corngold hair and the biggest eyes this side of the galaxy, but imagine you’re Dagger (stormtroopers don’t get proper names), firing at a boy, only the bolts never hit. They sing to the side. You think that there’s something wrong with your blaster, maybe, but none of your friends can hit him either. Finest shots in the Empire, you are, but you can’t hit this boy. And he cuts you down. He wields a weapon whose name you’ve never learned and he cuts you down into smoking bloodless bodies and your friends die before you – only he leaves you. Knocks you out with a blow of the Force – and isn’t that a nightmare of its own, unseen hands blotting out your thoughts – leaves you there in the cooling blood of your squadmates.
Imagine that you’re Cara Ilhyre and you’re a dancer for the Hutt and you hate it, of course you do, but it is a living, a living, and this boy comes in, fresh-faced and young and he says surrender or be destroyed only he and you both know that the Hutt do not and never have surrendered and when he says destroy there’s this grin on his lips, thin and sharp, and he’s kind, of course he is, but –
so you’re Cara Ilhyre and you’re a native of tattooine and like many of your specis you are force-touched and you were a girl, once, a very little girl, and your mother told you tales of krayt dragons who slumbered beneath the sands and gentled their young to their pearl-heavy breasts. krayt dragons are tender mothers, she had said, and it was meant to teach you something of the duality of nature, or to fear those with young to protect, or something; but all you can think is this boy, how he smiles as kind as your mother did, once, but you’re convinced that if you were to cut him down the middle you would find dragon-pearls in his ribs and fire instead of a heart
the boy cuts downs jabba’s goons like they are nothing, nothing, and afterwards, afterwards, you sense his sorrow. and somehow that makes it worse.
because you say, later, to your mother’s ghost (maybe) or to the desert, he knows that killing people is hard and that weighs on him and he does it anyway and –
and, you say, it isn’t as simple as: he makes the hard choices. he knew the hutt would fight. he wanted to burn them down, oh he did, and that sister of his –