Empiricist2
Let's play doctor!
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The terms and conditions for some long dead game or piece of software?
With This Ring (Young Justice SI) (Thread Twelve)
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Jamie Roberts
Hávamál 127
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- she/her
Why do some of the people in the "Users Who Are Viewing This Thread" List have stars next to their names? Is it to mark them out from the herd as having internet-rabies or something? I'm sure there exists a more reasonable explanation then that, but I'm also sure that such an explanation would be less entertaining and therefor wrong.
Hestia&theCourt
Turns out we're plural too.
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- She/Her
It marks all the people who actually tried to turn their computers upside-down to get the rest of Zoat's posts.
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- The Surface Of A Hostile Planet
It means that I got a gold star from my preschool teacher for being the best at fingerpainting.
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Karuadin
Vago Mundo
What happened is that those users are throwing $10 at SV per month to let them stand out from the rest with their fancy gold stars and lolcat ratings.
Hestia&theCourt
Turns out we're plural too.
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- She/Her
Night_stalker
Slava Ukraini!
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- He/Him
You're just jealous.
Karuadin
Vago Mundo
Just giving an explanation to Jamie that would be no less entertaining.
Carpe Tempus (part 23)
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- Tartarus. Sadly.
Not as planned!
- Location
- Hampden Park
I'm glowing, though whether the cause is the sword, some new god or some characteristic of myself I cannot tell. Three rushed paces take me to within striking distance of Tsaritsa and I bring my blade around in a clumsy overhead strike!
BABUM
Her right hand comes up to parry with her claws. She does not look as if she should have the strength for it, but her hand barely moves and the claws remain solid. They must be orichalcum as well!
BABUM
Don't hesitate, don't stop. Keep her on the defensive! As her parry turns my sword aside I twist, trying to turn it around under her guard. She catches the blade with her left hand and holds it fast. "Mortal prince-."
BABUM
I punch her in the face. "God or mortal, tyrants are not to be borne!"
No, that orange light definitely isn't coming from the sword. I yank at the blade even as I pull my fist back for another strike. My knuckles an inch from her face her left hand catches my wrist.
BABUM
I smash my forehead into her nose, hearing a crack that I don't think was my skull.
"Ah!"
BABUM
"I will not tolerate slavery to foul gods! I reject the world you would make! Begone!"
Orange light flares, and for a moment I'm standing not in a palace but in some strange form of amphitheatre. The stone flagstones beneath my feet are replaced with some form of wood, the walls with cloth and passages away to I know not where. Turning my head a little I see that there is even a vacuous crowd staring at my struggle.
What madness is-?
Tsaritsa stands, forcing me back. Her nose is off-centre and blood issues forth from her nostrils. "IMPUDENT WRETCH!" She pulls my left arm aside, bringing my face close to hers. I think she's growing taller, as I'm forced to choose between hanging from her hand or releasing my grip on the sword's hilt. "YOU THINK YOU CAN STAND BEFORE A GODDESS?!"
Around me the amphitheatre disappears by degrees, the floors returning to stone as if they never were anything else. Curtain becomes wall once more, and space itself bends as the audience begins to-
"Paul!"
-vanish. A young woman of Themysciran aspect lunges forth from a pathway in the seating, flying through the air to pass through the last visible part of the audience even as the throne room's side wall reasserts itself. She's wearing a tightly-fitted garment made of materials I cannot readily identify, jet black save in those places where tiny flecks of silver shine through. It is as if she wears the night itself! On her forearms are solid mithril bracers, at her waist hangs a silver lasso and in her hands she carries some form of chain with manacles atta-.
There's a sudden force on my left arm and then I am in the air, Tsaritsa hurling me away to face her new challenger. A moment of weightlessness as I prepare to land, then the newcomer catches me mid-air and lands us both halfway down the throne room. I immediately turn to face Tsaritsa, sword ready. She was not precisely growing taller, I note. Rather she now floats off the ground, her legs replaced by a great swarm of thick vines. "What manner of creature-!?"
"Paul?"
"I am Prince Pavlos of Themyscira. I mean no offence, my lady, but I had rather hoped to do this without further divine intervention."
"I though-." She glances at me before returning her attention to our enemy. "No, I'm only a demigoddess. Donna of, um. Of Troy."
"Well met, Donna of Troy. Have you fought Tsaritsa before?"
Tsaritsa opens her arms wide, throwing out many tiny… Are those seeds?
"No, but my teacher has. If we can bind her in this chain she will be powerless."
"Very well. Wrap it around her as fast as you can. I shall hold her attention." I dash forwards.
"That's not-! Ah. Why did he have to be stuck in character?"
I make it perhaps half way towards our foe before the floor explodes around us! As the dust settles I see a dozen skeletons made of stone around us! I had always imagined the Spartoi simply as odd-looking men but clearly I was mistaken. I slice the closest through the ribs and spine before it can get its bearings and I am rewarded with it falling into two parts. The upper part lands on its back and stabs at me with its sword, forcing me to sidestep to avoid it.
"The skull!" Donna flies at one of them, who blocks her with its shield. She shoves it back until it strikes a wall, then releases her grip and slams her hands together from either side of its head, crushing it to dust. A half-second later the rest crumbles as well and she grabs its sword and shield.
Skull it is. I drive the point of my sword through the cranium of my fallen foe and it dissolves just as hers did. Come to think of it, I could really do with a shield myseawah! A glowing orange shield forms on my left arm. Okay then. I charge the next stone warrior, ducking down slightly to shoulder charge it while slicing at its legs. My sword cuts cleanly through its left tibia and fibula and combined with the force of my impact sends it crashing to the floor. There's a movement on my left and I hurriedly block with my shield even as I slice the top off my current opponent's skull. Dusted.
A sword clangs off my shield and I instinctively counter with a shield bash before turning and stabbing through a stony eye socket. I take a moment to appraise the fight. Tsaritsa is hanging back, I've destroyed three and Donna… I watch as she destroys her seventh.
BABUM
No. My side or not, I'm not letting a divinity do all the work.
BABUM
I rocket forwards, a nimble sidestep and stab slaying another stone warrior. Two more steps and I turn my shield to block a spear thrust, three more and I leap, swinging my sword down towards Tsaritsa's torso! She raises both sets of talons to block once more and my blade strikes hers-
BABUM
-and cleaves through before being turned aside by the cuirass, pushing her back until it bites into her tendrils.
"AAAAAAAGHHH!"
She tries to fall back as I land back on the ground. I advance once again, swinging my sword even as she tries to entangle me in the boneless limbs. Once, twice, three times I slice through, each time warped flesh falling lifeless to the floor and closing the distance a little more.
"Behind you!"
I hurriedly turn and fall to a crouch, the stone warrior's swing passing over my head. My riposte pierces its skull through the bottom of its jaw on its journey to the top of its head. Immediately I return my attention to Tsaritsa, staring into her widening eyes. "Still contemptuous of the strength of mortal men?!" I advance once more as she reorientates her tentacles. "Still careless of mortal virtue?!"
"How..? How..?"
I step left, cutting through a tentacle that had assumed the shape of an octopus' limb.
"Because I-" Chop. "-am resolved-" Slice. "-to replace your nightmare of mortal serfdom-" Impale. "-with my own more egalitarian vision!"
She rears up, her full attention on me. "Your resolution means even less to me than these temporary wo-." From behind her Donna wraps the chain around her neck- "Hh?" -before pulling it tight and closing the manacles around her upper arms. Runes on the manacles glow in shapes that I do not understand, even as Tsaritsa's head jerks up and she exhales, mist rising from her mouth, eyes and shattered nose as she collapses to the floor. I take a step back, braced for a renewed attack even as her tentacles evaporate and she is reduced to her Human-seeming shape.
"Nicely done, Donna of Troy. Now we can hold her in the dungeons until mother returns. With the damn fish."
She doesn't seem happy, however.
"But that should have ended her magics. Why are we still in the play?"
BABUM
Her right hand comes up to parry with her claws. She does not look as if she should have the strength for it, but her hand barely moves and the claws remain solid. They must be orichalcum as well!
BABUM
Don't hesitate, don't stop. Keep her on the defensive! As her parry turns my sword aside I twist, trying to turn it around under her guard. She catches the blade with her left hand and holds it fast. "Mortal prince-."
BABUM
I punch her in the face. "God or mortal, tyrants are not to be borne!"
No, that orange light definitely isn't coming from the sword. I yank at the blade even as I pull my fist back for another strike. My knuckles an inch from her face her left hand catches my wrist.
BABUM
I smash my forehead into her nose, hearing a crack that I don't think was my skull.
"Ah!"
BABUM
"I will not tolerate slavery to foul gods! I reject the world you would make! Begone!"
Orange light flares, and for a moment I'm standing not in a palace but in some strange form of amphitheatre. The stone flagstones beneath my feet are replaced with some form of wood, the walls with cloth and passages away to I know not where. Turning my head a little I see that there is even a vacuous crowd staring at my struggle.
What madness is-?
Tsaritsa stands, forcing me back. Her nose is off-centre and blood issues forth from her nostrils. "IMPUDENT WRETCH!" She pulls my left arm aside, bringing my face close to hers. I think she's growing taller, as I'm forced to choose between hanging from her hand or releasing my grip on the sword's hilt. "YOU THINK YOU CAN STAND BEFORE A GODDESS?!"
Around me the amphitheatre disappears by degrees, the floors returning to stone as if they never were anything else. Curtain becomes wall once more, and space itself bends as the audience begins to-
"Paul!"
-vanish. A young woman of Themysciran aspect lunges forth from a pathway in the seating, flying through the air to pass through the last visible part of the audience even as the throne room's side wall reasserts itself. She's wearing a tightly-fitted garment made of materials I cannot readily identify, jet black save in those places where tiny flecks of silver shine through. It is as if she wears the night itself! On her forearms are solid mithril bracers, at her waist hangs a silver lasso and in her hands she carries some form of chain with manacles atta-.
There's a sudden force on my left arm and then I am in the air, Tsaritsa hurling me away to face her new challenger. A moment of weightlessness as I prepare to land, then the newcomer catches me mid-air and lands us both halfway down the throne room. I immediately turn to face Tsaritsa, sword ready. She was not precisely growing taller, I note. Rather she now floats off the ground, her legs replaced by a great swarm of thick vines. "What manner of creature-!?"
"Paul?"
"I am Prince Pavlos of Themyscira. I mean no offence, my lady, but I had rather hoped to do this without further divine intervention."
"I though-." She glances at me before returning her attention to our enemy. "No, I'm only a demigoddess. Donna of, um. Of Troy."
"Well met, Donna of Troy. Have you fought Tsaritsa before?"
Tsaritsa opens her arms wide, throwing out many tiny… Are those seeds?
"No, but my teacher has. If we can bind her in this chain she will be powerless."
"Very well. Wrap it around her as fast as you can. I shall hold her attention." I dash forwards.
"That's not-! Ah. Why did he have to be stuck in character?"
I make it perhaps half way towards our foe before the floor explodes around us! As the dust settles I see a dozen skeletons made of stone around us! I had always imagined the Spartoi simply as odd-looking men but clearly I was mistaken. I slice the closest through the ribs and spine before it can get its bearings and I am rewarded with it falling into two parts. The upper part lands on its back and stabs at me with its sword, forcing me to sidestep to avoid it.
"The skull!" Donna flies at one of them, who blocks her with its shield. She shoves it back until it strikes a wall, then releases her grip and slams her hands together from either side of its head, crushing it to dust. A half-second later the rest crumbles as well and she grabs its sword and shield.
Skull it is. I drive the point of my sword through the cranium of my fallen foe and it dissolves just as hers did. Come to think of it, I could really do with a shield myseawah! A glowing orange shield forms on my left arm. Okay then. I charge the next stone warrior, ducking down slightly to shoulder charge it while slicing at its legs. My sword cuts cleanly through its left tibia and fibula and combined with the force of my impact sends it crashing to the floor. There's a movement on my left and I hurriedly block with my shield even as I slice the top off my current opponent's skull. Dusted.
A sword clangs off my shield and I instinctively counter with a shield bash before turning and stabbing through a stony eye socket. I take a moment to appraise the fight. Tsaritsa is hanging back, I've destroyed three and Donna… I watch as she destroys her seventh.
BABUM
No. My side or not, I'm not letting a divinity do all the work.
BABUM
I rocket forwards, a nimble sidestep and stab slaying another stone warrior. Two more steps and I turn my shield to block a spear thrust, three more and I leap, swinging my sword down towards Tsaritsa's torso! She raises both sets of talons to block once more and my blade strikes hers-
BABUM
-and cleaves through before being turned aside by the cuirass, pushing her back until it bites into her tendrils.
"AAAAAAAGHHH!"
She tries to fall back as I land back on the ground. I advance once again, swinging my sword even as she tries to entangle me in the boneless limbs. Once, twice, three times I slice through, each time warped flesh falling lifeless to the floor and closing the distance a little more.
"Behind you!"
I hurriedly turn and fall to a crouch, the stone warrior's swing passing over my head. My riposte pierces its skull through the bottom of its jaw on its journey to the top of its head. Immediately I return my attention to Tsaritsa, staring into her widening eyes. "Still contemptuous of the strength of mortal men?!" I advance once more as she reorientates her tentacles. "Still careless of mortal virtue?!"
"How..? How..?"
I step left, cutting through a tentacle that had assumed the shape of an octopus' limb.
"Because I-" Chop. "-am resolved-" Slice. "-to replace your nightmare of mortal serfdom-" Impale. "-with my own more egalitarian vision!"
She rears up, her full attention on me. "Your resolution means even less to me than these temporary wo-." From behind her Donna wraps the chain around her neck- "Hh?" -before pulling it tight and closing the manacles around her upper arms. Runes on the manacles glow in shapes that I do not understand, even as Tsaritsa's head jerks up and she exhales, mist rising from her mouth, eyes and shattered nose as she collapses to the floor. I take a step back, braced for a renewed attack even as her tentacles evaporate and she is reduced to her Human-seeming shape.
"Nicely done, Donna of Troy. Now we can hold her in the dungeons until mother returns. With the damn fish."
She doesn't seem happy, however.
"But that should have ended her magics. Why are we still in the play?"
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Silveraith
Argent Phantasm
- Location
- Terra Atlantus
What isn't?
Ganurath
Literal Enthusiast
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- A Valid Location
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- He/Him
You, sir, have been brutally ninja'd.
Orbital
Cyberpsycho
riposte*
Unless you have somehow developed a form of weaponised blogging, that is.
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- Hampden Park
Thank you, corrected.
And goodness me, that's a lot of thread viewers right now.
Orbital
Cyberpsycho
Isn't that business as usual for this thread?
Such an elegant way of saying "I reject your reality and substitute my own"
Typos:
"from"
"begins"
"of the"
"am rewarded"
"A", "the", "crashing"
"riposte"
"tentacle"
What do you expect, this is the first time the alert has pinged in days lol
Massgamer
Advance toward the Future
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- The Future
Maybe they need to finish it first?
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- Hampden Park
Thank you, corrected.
crashing
edit: ninja'd
The kitten ratings are available to people who sign up to donate to SV on a monthly subscription.
They also get a gold star next to their user names.
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