snowy desert

Don’t ask me why Fives is in a snowstorm. He just is.

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Lip was headed for the Alibi, on the lookout for a drunken Frank who’d caused some chaos just an hour before. He was less than surprised as the smell of a fresh strawberry cigarette crept up on his senses, followed by two cold and red-polished set of fingers on each of his shoulders. “Good morning, idiot,” you laughed. “Jesus Christ, you got nothing better to do than follow me?” he sighed. “Uh oh, what did Frank do now?” you questioned. He scoffed, putting a fresh cigarette in his mouth. “Well, for starters he decided to come home instead of wander the streets like a bum,” Lip replied. 

You rolled your eyes as you walked beside him. “I brought my knuckle ring with me. Wanna borrow it?” you asked. He laughed slightly at the offer. “Save it for another time,” he answered. You smiled as he used your cigarette to light his. You two were friends—sort of. You had your roller coaster traits that went together perfectly, households equally at their full occupancy rate. It was hard not to find something in each of you that wasn’t likeable in the other’s eyes, however. You played pool at the Alibi every Sunday, too, like an unspoken commitment birthed from the friendship. You followed Lip into the Alibi and then all over the rest of town, listening to him bitch about how you wouldn’t quite bugging him—you loved it. 

You stopped on the edge of town near the deserted snowy trails by the lakes at the end of Chicago. “Well fuck, where is he?” Lip growled. “…Wanna do something better?” you asked. He looked at you as you tilted your head. “Wanna crash a rich peoples’ party? We can even make-out in front of everybody to make the old people uncomfortable,” you joked. He looked around in hesitation before he replied. “Let’s make sure they can see the tongue,” he responded. You were taken aback. You were kidding…sort of. You smiled slightly, waiting for him to say he was fucking with you, but he never did. Instead, he took you by the hand and dragged you back into town. Oh, and you did more than just make-out at the party.

anonymous asked:

What if Luke and Leia were "switched at birth" (or rather, the difference is how they were split)? Prince Luke Organa? Leia Skywalker?

When she is nine, Leia sits her uncle and auntie down and, small face screwed up with determination, asks for an increase of her allowance. She has prepared points and counterpoints. She cites both local and intergalactic codes of labor law.

Her uncle frowns at her for a long minute once she’s done. She holds his gaze, stare for stare, chin untrembling, because that’s how he’d taught her to when they went to barter for parts at Toshi Station.

“Alright,” he says.

“My bedtime should be pushed an hour later, too,” Leia tries and her aunt laughs and tells her to go do the dishes.

When Leia is twelve, she organizes all of the children of local farms into a union. Their parents think they’re kidding until they hold their first strike.

Luke grows up in a green world. He still learns to fly early, eager to get empty air under his feet and never quite sure why. His father is a senator. His mother is an academic and she tells him stories and stories about faraway worlds– snowy planets and desert ones, lava and ocean, the places fire and ice meet.

Luke does well in schooling, or well enough for how often he spends staring out the window at blue skies, staring at the bottoms of clouds and imagining what they look like from above or within. Every elective he has to take he turns toward flight– physics, physiology, aeronautics, history.

He listens at the dinner table when his father talks about right and wrong, about justice and democracy, but he responds with engine makes and models and what new simulator scores he’s earned.

His parents wanted a child, though, more than anything, and this is the one they got. They wanted a child and they wanted peace. There are so many ways to save the universe. When Luke asks for their blessing to apply to the flight academy, his father kisses his cheeks and his mother tells him how proud they are of his choices.

When his father’s favorite protege goes off on what is supposed to be a routine diplomatic mission, Luke is the pilot. He sees the Imperial cruiser coming in and cannot outrun them, though he tries.

When he sees the junior senator (Isabel, 22, she came to dinner at his parents’ and made his mother laugh about ancient literature) face Vader and spit calm lies in his face about diplomacy and innocence, Luke wishes he could be so brave.

He is bundled off with the rest of the civilians on board. They are herded into pens like cattle somewhere in the Death Star’s bowels, waiting for shipment to mines or weapons factories or, who knows, gladiatorial arenas– whatever it is the Empire does with prisoners.

Meanwhile, on Tatooine, Leia’s uncle has just bought two new droids. When she cleans the R2 unit she finds a recording of a beautiful young woman in senatorial white calling for Obi Wan Kenobi.

But the R2 is a flight risk and Leia ends up out in the badlands, chasing it down. She is in Old Ben Kenobi’s little house when the Stormtroopers come to burn her farm. She feels it happen, but she doesn’t recognize it in the pit of her belly. She has never lost anything before, nothing that large.

She thinks it must be excitement, as she turns her father’s lightsaber over and over in her hands. Her stomach sinks to her toes. Bile rises in her throat. She smells smoke and she thinks she must just be nervous. New futures do that sometimes, spreading out open wide at your feet.

(Luke feels it when Alderaan dies.

He doesn’t know what it is, but he feels it all the same as he sits crammed in a windowless metal room with the rest of the crew. Someone is crying. Someone is praying. 

He gets a waft of his mother’s perfume– lilacs and old pages and dried ink– and it hits him like a blow. A world is dying, gone. He doesn’t know.

He feels his father’s broad hand wrap about his shoulder. He thinks he is just homesick.

He will be homesick for the rest of his life.)

Obi Wan and Leia find Han in the bar, hire the Falcon, hit the sky. Leia’s never been off world before and she feels the ground disappear from under her feet. (The ground vanished the moment she stumbled out of her speeder, smoke on the wind, and saw skeletons fused into the sand).

Luke waits in the dark. He thinks about his mother’s stories of epic adventurers, great deeds, heroes. He feels very small. He thinks about the young senator stuck somewhere in this base in a cold room, secrets buried under her ribs. Someone here in the dark is crying. Someone is praying.

Luke moves once, slowly, around the room. He spots the calmest person he can see (a fifty-something woman with wide hips and her knitting needles out). “We need to figure out what we have among us,” he says. She looks at him and he adds, “I don’t want to die here. Do you?”

“Su-Lin from Maintenance has got a concealed blaster in her purse, I think,” says the woman, whose name he will discover is Mabel. “And Ricky from the cafeteria plays a lot of strategy games. Let me fetch a few people. You go talk to the flight crew.“


The Millennium Falcon arrives as Luke’s escapees are marched onto a supply freighter ship by four of their own in stolen Stormtrooper armor. Luke slips off the freighter right before they close up and Mabel lets him. “I’m going to see if I can get the senator,” he says. “You get these lot off, okay?”

“You take care of yourself, kid,” says Mabel. “You need another pair of hands?”

Luke shakes his head. “It’s a long shot either way. Just get them home.” (None of them know yet that home is no longer there.)

He meets Leia and Han in the hallways, because they almost shoot him before he yanks his helmet off and his flailing hands convince them he’s for real.

When they get the senator out of her cell she groans aloud at the sight of Luke. “Your dad’s gonna kill me,” Isabel says, and then she goes pale, remembering. Luke’s belly fills with ice.

She tells him about Alderaan. She stumbles over a sorry but Luke grabs her hand and tries a smile and says, “No, c’mon, Isa, senator, ma'am, we’re going to get you out of here.”

They do. They lose Obi Wan to Vader, none of them knowing it is a fight between brothers happening in the belly of that ship, that it is a death long overdue, one Obi Wan has clutched to his chest for years.

But Obi Wan was the last piece of home Leia had with her, except for the clothes on her back. She cries, curled up in a seat on the Falcon, and not even Han is brave enough to say anything about it.

Luke sits behind Chewy as they fly through the rock and debris that had once been Alderaan. The only thing he has ever wanted to do in life was fly. He closes his eyes. Someone is weeping, here in the dark.

When they reach the base, Luke, an Alderaan pilot’s wings still on his uniform, volunteers for the rebel attack force. Leia shadows Isabel, swallowing up the chaos and rapid-fire conversation of the rebel base as people shove report and requests and questions and admonishment and greetings at the rescued senator.

The first time Leia hands Isabel the report she was looking for before she even reaches for it, Isabel turns and takes it and grins. “What did you say your name was again?”

“Leia,” she says. “Skywalker.”

“Well then, Ensign Skywalker, you stick with me till this over, okay by you?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

When Luke fires the shot that takes out the Death Star, it is not with Obi Wan whispering in his ears. It is his old flight instructors, his fellow pilots– a bunch of adrenalin junkie kids, desperate to fly. He wonder if any of them were off-planet, if a single one survived. When Luke fires that last shot, he hears his father’s voice at the dinner table, talking about right and wrong, diplomacy and faith.

The shot flies true.

Leia touched the lightsaber first, but it’s still Luke who goes to train with Yoda. Leia doesn’t have time for that– she’s stumbled into a rebellion she’d barely even heard rumors of and she’s drowning herself in it. Isabel makes excellent introductions for her. Leia eats breakfast with Biggs, one of her old union buddies, one of her first henchmen, and it’s almost like having a little piece of home with her.

Luke had grown up on his mother’s stories, and he knows how badly she would have wanted to meet the last Jedi living. Yoda tries to teach him to lift planes and face fears, to listen to silences, but Luke keeps on asking him about their Code, their history, how all this came to be. He takes notes. He has Yoda teach him how to build a lightsaber before he ever lets him teach him to wield one.

When the dreams come– about Leia, about Han, about pain– Luke doesn’t let Yoda stop him. He had already been absent, once, when the people he loved had died.

But they lose Han. Luke loses a hand and Leia finds him.

While they plan their attack on Jabba and their rescue of Han, Luke takes a few minutes to digest what Vader told him on that platform and he decides he doesn’t give a crap. He has a father. His name was Bail Organa.

When they attack the second Death Star, Luke does not turn himself in. He gives Anakin Skywalker no second chances. He pilots an X-Wing, guarding the fleet as they wait for Leia and Han to bring down the shields, which they do. Vader and Palpatine burn on the unfinished hull of the second Death Star.

Luke hugs his sister and tells her about Vader. She hugs him back and doesn’t bother with the rest of it. She didn’t have a father, but she had an uncle and an aunt and they had been enough.

After things settle, Luke gets Han to take him on as a third hand on the Falcon. He wants to see every world his mother ever told stories of, and there is Leia to make sure that the Falcon is doing Good in the universe as well as just making the occasional reasonable profit.

Leia goes from rebel lieutenant to politician– it’s a line she’ll cross back and forth many times for the rest of her life, complaining that she doesn’t quite see the difference.

When Leia finally gets important enough to be worth kidnapping, Isabel makes sure she’s in the rescue party that brings her home just so Leia can laugh and roll her eyes and tell her she’s too short to be a Stormtrooper. (”Stormtrooper?” says another rescuer to his friend, glancing down at their New Republic greys.)

Luke writes Mabel every now and then to let her know he’s still breathing. She sends him back pictures of her grandchildren and knitted caps to keep his silly head warm. It’s cold out there, after all.

List of Amazing New Things in Breath of the Wild:

- Link’s alternate hairstyle options
- Way more clothing and weapon options
- Snowboarding on any shield
- Snowboarding while SHOOTING ARROWS
- Can explore the game in any direction, and get previously ‘locked’ weapons from the start (bow, leaf, raft, etc)
- Fast travel confirmed!
- Biggest Zelda by leaps and bounds
- Adorable Link animations (stubbing his toe, shivering, successful cooking)
- Taming horses
- Cooking and clothes can add a whole ton of special effects to Link
- 100 optional shrines, some of which have really cool rune powers that Link can get then use in the overworld
- More combat animations
- More weapon choices (spear, torch, etc)
- Cold affects Link and hurts him
- World is totally dynamic with weather happening at random
- Link can be struck by lightning, especially when holding a sword up
- You can scan enemies for more info
- You can place customizable markers on your map, including beacons to help explore
- You can get frozen solid
- You can play the game almost naked
- You can go right for the final boss if you want
- There’s no default companion
- But you can play with wolf Link with the wolf Link amiibo!
- Posable amiibo confirmed
- You can ride the updraft of a fire to raise yourself up with the glider and take off
- There’s a whole host of different environment types (blizzard/snowy, magma/volcanic, desert, lush and dense forests, lakes)
- The random weather affects your movement and ranged attacks, and the attacks and AI of enemies
- You can jump at will!
- You can throw weapons!
- You can set fire to everything, and fire is dynamically affected by the weather!
- Link can have magneto powers, time freeze, and create ice/water blocks to name a few!
- Possibly no magic meter, possibly replaced by cooldown on rune abilities
- Eating food can also make Link warm, and it’s the way to recover hearts. It can also add extra temporary hearts, defense, etc
- Link’s toes turn red if he doesn’t wear shoes in the cold
- Cold water kills Link really quick
- You can chop down trees, climb trees, break them apart
- You can sneak into enemy camps, take their stuff, and sneak back out instead of fighting
- There’s a fully movable camera angle that is super smooth
- Animals and AI in the game wander and do things dynamically
- Weapons and shields break
- Your stamina bar can be increased
- You can hunt animals for food but you can also play the game fine without killing any animals
- There’s at least some degree of voice acting!
- You can upgrade your weapons
- You can increase your item inventory limit
- You can sell your items to make Rupees
- There’s almost no hand holding, and you can choose to try to find all the secrets in Hyrule and learn the story, or not
- There are no gameplay differences between Wii-U and NX versions
- There’s a mini map



BLM New Mexico Las Cruces District Hosts Girls Summer Camp 

Story by Deborah E. Stevens. Photos by Eileen Davis and McKinney Briske.

Adding to the list of accomplishments for the “Every Kid in a Park” initiative, the BLM Las Cruces District hosted a week-long day camp from June 20-24 for 12 fourth-grade girls from Sunrise Elementary School in Las Cruces, New Mexico. The camp focused on field trips and hands-on activities aimed at building the girls’ awareness of their surrounding public lands and natural environment. 

The camp was co-sponsored by the BLM Las Cruces District and Friends of the Organ Mountains-Desert Peaks National Monument. The BLM’s Fort Stanton Snowy River Cave Conservation Area, the Lincoln National Forest, and White Sands National Monument also participated. 

“Watching the girls engage and enjoy our public lands is so rewarding and inspiring,” said Eileen Davis, BLM Las Cruces District volunteer coordinator. “And for a week in June, the BLM Las Cruces District and other agencies had the privilege of introducing these girls to a variety of science, technology, engineering, math, and conservation activities, specially designed to build their literacy in these fields.” 

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(closed rp with @jasusthedeserted )

A lonely figure was slowly moving through the snowy desert. Unusual. Not many tried to risk and go alone through the frozen hell that Bliss was, but it seemed that the traveler wasn`t really bothered by the cold weather. A dark spot, his  black and white RDC armor covered in snow and ice made it clear, that the wayfarer was a clone trooper. “One mile away to the north…” He muttered to himself, as he looked up, two yellow lights moved under the helmet, focusing on the abandoned structure ahead, when a couple of snowflakes slowly fell from the grey unwelcoming sky. Blizzard - another thing that could turn your vacation on Bliss from “unbearable” to “death”. The clone trooper huffed and headed towards the derelict facility, probably not being fond of the snow as well. When he reached the building, it was snowing hard, erasing the horizon and turning everything into white oblivion.

The Three Guidelines to Good Horror

The horror genre is subjective. What scares one person won’t even phase another.  But despite this, there are three universal guidelines towards creating an effective horror story. These concepts even apply to roleplaying games and video games, so everyone can learn from these three guidelines.

Credit for these goes to Cinemax of Cheshire Cat Studios. Some added points by me, and pictures by google.

 First: A compelling premise / setting that generates a creepy atmosphere.  This is the “hook” on which you ensnare the reader / player, and it will be one of the first things they interact with. There are as many premises of horror as there are sadistic authors and game masters, but the most effective of them play into the fear of the unknown, which is a universal fear across all cultures. These settings are not limited to, but usually include some form of character isolation from the rest of civilization; unfamiliar environments; or familiar environments that are wrong and corrupted somehow; and unpredictability. You don’t know what lurks in the mist, or what made that weird sound in the basement, or who left that bloody handprint on the wall….

Psychological horror seems to skirt around this requirement, but it still plays into the fear of the unknown. A bright sunny day in the park is normally not conducive to a creepy atmosphere, unless your character is hallucinating. Then all bets are off. But that fear of the unknown is still there, because you don’t quite know what is real and what isn’t real. Just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean they aren’t out to get you.

Limitations on sight are a simple but effective way to generate atmosphere. I remember seeing an experiment on TV a while ago. Participants were shown four pictures of different landscapes- a prairie, a desert, a rainforest and a snowy forest. Overwhelmingly, the participants chose the prairie. They thought the desert and snowy forest would be difficult to live in due to the weather and resources, and they didn’t want to live in the rainforest because they couldn’t see very far into the picture; they thought predators could be lurking behind every tree and bush, just waiting to pounce. This is why most western horror stories take place in the woods, or why the mist in the Silent Hill series is so damn creepy, or why almost every horror environment is dark and dreadful. Not being able to see threats coming plays into the fear of the unknown, and is a primal instinct that a good author and set designer can easily exploit.

 Second: A relatable protagonist.  If the atmosphere is the hook to get the reader’s attention, then the protagonist is the “vehicle” through which the reader or gamer experiences the horror. A well-written protagonist is essential, and having them be relatable to the reader makes the horror all the more, well, horrific.

Tabletop game masters are somewhat off the hook in regards to this, as they don’t have too much control over how the characters are designed and represented,  but that’s part of the fun of pencil and paper RPGs (and remember, “fear of the unknown” mwahaha). For game masters, this is why it is important to relay to their players what kind of environment and style of game they will be playing in. It then becomes the player’s responsibility to make a character that works for this particular game chronicle.

The most effective horror protagonists are Regular Janes and Regular Joes thrust into a bad situation. They’re “everyman” characters who have lives, friends, families and jobs that they want to get back to. They tend to be vulnerable to their environment, and are not in control of the situation (that’s the antagonist’s job). We the reader or player, want to see these characters struggle, and build empathy with them through their overcoming adversity and problem-solving. And since this is the horror genre, such a character usually only escapes from the situation by using his wits and cunning, divine providence, or sheer dumb luck. And a happy ending is not guaranteed- most “happy endings” in the world of horror mean “you get to live another day.”

Good horror protagonists will likely not have any combat training. While it is possible to have a gun-slinging badass or a martial arts master in a horror setting, the threat level needs to be increased to out-match the protagonist’s abilities; remember that a horror protagonist needs to be vulnerable to his or her environment, and cannot be in control of the situation. If a protagonist can just shoot his way through the whole setting from the first minion to the Final Boss Monster, the setting ceases to be scary. It is advised to avoid this “arms race” between protagonist and antagonist, as the more powerful each character becomes, the less relatable they become to the reader, and the less horrific the story becomes. Just say no to badassery and hello to mediocrity.

 Third: Incentive to keep going. If the setting is the potatoes, and the protagonist is the meat (…apt metaphor?), then the incentive to keep going is the “secret sauce” that will either make or break your gourmet meal. This is perhaps the most important point of all three of these guidelines. Having a horror-inducing atmosphere and a compelling protagonist means nothing if your protagonist has no logical reason to remain within the environment. What motivates them to try and solve the mystery? What compels them to venture further into an increasingly hostile environment? And what in the nine layers of hell is driving them to completely ignore their instinct for self-preservation?

Fortunately, the motivations to keep going despite the scariness are myriad and nigh-infinite. Perhaps the protagonist lost their friend, or a family member in the abandoned ghost town; perhaps their car broke down and they can’t just leave; maybe the shopping mall they were in has turned into a freakish torture-dimension and the only way out is through a portal or something; maybe they’ve been kidnapped by deranged cultists and are now running for their lives; or maybe they want revenge on the antagonist, and are willing to go through hell to do it. Or maybe they’re experiencing hallucinations that are frighteningly real and the pills don’t seem to be working…. Survival and escape can also be used as a motivation, and there is no shame in using them. Getting out of a horrific situation with one’s life and/or sanity (mostly) intact is a struggle against adversity just as much as anything else.

If you do not include a motivation to keep going, perceptive readers are going to notice, and this is the worst possible thing that can happen to a horror story. They will be thinking “wait, what? Why doesn’t he just leave?!” and will be ejected from the narrative. Rather than immersing themselves in the story and letting themselves experience the thrills and chills vicariously through the main character, they’ll be analyzing why your protagonist made such a brain-dead decision to keep going into these lethal situations.

In the Creepypasta universe, this is why the majority of “haunted bootleg video game” pastas do not work (among other reasons); the protagonists in those stories can simply shut off the game console / computer at any time. There is no danger, and they do not have a goal other than playing the bootleg game for the sake of plot contrivance.  The same thing applies to “lost episode” pastas, and to the first three Five Nights at Freddy’s video games. And yes, Freddy fanboys, I mean it. The first night on the job is excusable- the protagonist obviously got more than he bargained for. But why oh why does he keep coming back to his incredibly dangerous, minimum-wage job every night when he could just quit at any time and get a safer job? It is never explained within the game.

To finish this off and show these guidelines in action, I’ll be using Cheshire Cat Studio’s example from the video of these three guidelines. Credit for this idea goes to LaughingMan.

You’re a 12ish pre-teen, and you’re in a rusty, abandoned amusement park at night. You’re stuck there, and have to get out. Oh, and you have this John Wayne Gacy-type serial killer in a clown suit in there with you. He’s known for killing and raping his victims. Probably in that order. And you’re next.

You have to explore the environment to solve puzzles, open various gates and crawl through various chutes and tunnels. There are few places to hide, and the killer clown is actively hunting you. You have to cover your tracks, or else he’s going to follow you. You can’t hide in the same place over and over again, because he wises up to that and starts checking bathroom stalls and lockers, etc. And you don’t know where he is half the time, since he walks around semi-randomly. Oh, and be careful opening those noisy, rusted gates. It’ll draw his attention…..

 You have all three guidelines covered. A creepy atmosphere with the amusement park, along with the fear of the unknown with the serial killer hunting you. You have an established protagonist that is very vulnerable to environment, since you’re a child and can’t hope to fight the serial killer clown. And you have a very clear motivation to keep going by just getting out of the park alive.

Closed RP // I Choose You!!!

“It was a warm spring morning and the pokemon ran free throughout the land. It was a peaceful and simply time, not much went on. Until there were strange reports of kidnapping and many gone missing. We didn’t know what to do so we began to take refuge in the most remote places of the forest, deserts, oceans, snowy mountains.. etc. But the reports kepis coming, and were growing by the minute. One day, one of us caught a glimpse of what was going on, some strange ball sucked us up in a bright red light, and then disappeared. That same pokemon witnessed a strange, never before seen pokemon pick up the ball and place it into his or her pocket. It was terrifying. Soon, the once peaceful world we once new began to grow ugly. Families disappeared, kind pokemon turned hostile and irrational. Now is the age of a ugly future. All we can do it hope and pray that nothing worse will strike us again.” The young growlithe climbed the stoney hill until she reached a cave. Though it was small, it was perfect for her to hide.