Belated Battleships (KanColle) [REHOST]
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Generic_Generica
Notice me Senpai~
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I love you @Old Iron.
... Like in a platonic non-sexual non-romantic way not-creepy way obviously. Not actual love-love, more like-love... And this is super awkward so I'll stop now.
Oh and I guess @theJMPer is alright. Just alright.
Aaanyways, again other people've kind of said all I wanted to say. Mrgh. Alerts are borked, didn't see Old Iron'd updated until I manually went into the thread.
... Like in a platonic non-sexual non-romantic way not-creepy way obviously. Not actual love-love, more like-love... And this is super awkward so I'll stop now.
Oh and I guess @theJMPer is alright. Just alright.
Aaanyways, again other people've kind of said all I wanted to say. Mrgh. Alerts are borked, didn't see Old Iron'd updated until I manually went into the thread.
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Always Late
Lacking in coffee, sleep, and brains
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I see that reference. I see what you did there.Oh and I guess @theJMPer is alright. Just alright.
Since you're a mod, don't you get to complain to Xon without anyone getting on your case?
Generic_Generica
Notice me Senpai~
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I see that reference. I see what you did there.
Since you're a mod, don't you get to complain to Xon without anyone getting on your case?
Nah. It's probably because I hadn't checked the thread in a while and @Old Iron isn't the OP so I don't get threadstarter alerts.
... Also only fools poke the great and terrible Xon without adequate reason. Out of all the directors it is his wrath I fear the most. [/Really bad joke]
That last bit wasn't serious. First bit was though.
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- Malaysia
Well shit...that escalated quickly....i think i should speak my mind..just this time.
No idea what to think about this though...i draw a distinct line between modern day Japanese (i even have friends in Japan!) and Imperial Japanese...and i despise the latter.....and to be frank, the IJN Kanmusu will spend AN ENTIRE LIFETIME forever seeking forgiveness for something which cannot be forgiven...as it should be...once evil is committed, there's no rubbing away the stain and scars that have been inflicted and it has a nasty tendency to affect those that did not commit it.....
Yamashiro, that's not giving a black eye or a bloody nose...stabbing someone unprovoked and leaving them to die and killing their family while under the pretense of talking to them is a more accurate analogy. Also, if anything your punishment wasn't even enough.
Uh huh...i can taste the irony and hypocrisy of that statement.
Shame??....right shame....unless someone wishes to correct me, i'm guessing Yamashiro is ashamed that America, despite the controversies, more or less helped Japan get on it's feet and become a wealthy prosperous nation...ohhh and also gave amnesty for some criminals, and she is ashamed of that...it's this sort of attitude that pisses me off.
People assume it's easy to forget and forgive, it's not, not for the victims that suffered under the boot heel of Japanese aggression, and as one who's family was directly affected....the very fact that Yamashiro sounds so self-righteous grates my nerves. You can't forget and forgive atrocities of this magnitude, it's easy if the country isn't affected by it....but for those that were in the way...well...old wounds never heal.
Right, i think this post has gone long enough, i like BelaBatt, i love the Omakes....but this one...it just brought out my hatred, and i will never change it or accept another point of view..because what has been taken by such force and cruelty....can be never be given back.
As for this post..i don't regret it, not one bit, call me a hate monger, call me a war fanatic, call me someone who digs up the past, but every time i see my grandmother suffering from her nightmares, every time i see the old generation of my family that suffered under that time, i know i made the right choice, there can be no forgiveness for the Imperials, no mercy for the wicked, then and into forever...and my only regret was that Pennsy was not being tactful with the whole thing..and that she didn't pound her Yamashiro into the dirt even harder.
No idea what to think about this though...i draw a distinct line between modern day Japanese (i even have friends in Japan!) and Imperial Japanese...and i despise the latter.....and to be frank, the IJN Kanmusu will spend AN ENTIRE LIFETIME forever seeking forgiveness for something which cannot be forgiven...as it should be...once evil is committed, there's no rubbing away the stain and scars that have been inflicted and it has a nasty tendency to affect those that did not commit it.....
Yamashiro, that's not giving a black eye or a bloody nose...stabbing someone unprovoked and leaving them to die and killing their family while under the pretense of talking to them is a more accurate analogy. Also, if anything your punishment wasn't even enough.
Uh huh...i can taste the irony and hypocrisy of that statement.
Shame??....right shame....unless someone wishes to correct me, i'm guessing Yamashiro is ashamed that America, despite the controversies, more or less helped Japan get on it's feet and become a wealthy prosperous nation...ohhh and also gave amnesty for some criminals, and she is ashamed of that...it's this sort of attitude that pisses me off.
People assume it's easy to forget and forgive, it's not, not for the victims that suffered under the boot heel of Japanese aggression, and as one who's family was directly affected....the very fact that Yamashiro sounds so self-righteous grates my nerves. You can't forget and forgive atrocities of this magnitude, it's easy if the country isn't affected by it....but for those that were in the way...well...old wounds never heal.
Right, i think this post has gone long enough, i like BelaBatt, i love the Omakes....but this one...it just brought out my hatred, and i will never change it or accept another point of view..because what has been taken by such force and cruelty....can be never be given back.
As for this post..i don't regret it, not one bit, call me a hate monger, call me a war fanatic, call me someone who digs up the past, but every time i see my grandmother suffering from her nightmares, every time i see the old generation of my family that suffered under that time, i know i made the right choice, there can be no forgiveness for the Imperials, no mercy for the wicked, then and into forever...and my only regret was that Pennsy was not being tactful with the whole thing..and that she didn't pound her Yamashiro into the dirt even harder.
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Always Late
Lacking in coffee, sleep, and brains
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I'll pick option D and call you a butcher of the English language. Getting emotional does not excuse posting something before looking it over. In fact, I'd go so far as to say one should take the time to review your writing before posting it when you're angry or upset.
And hey, you want to brag and flaunt how you're potentially breaking the rules, no skin off my bones if you get infracted.
Like you are?
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- Pacific NW
so on a slightly happier more feelsy note...
And yes, thanks to wikipedia, there is indeed a Capt Isaac Kidd III irl.
thanks to Old Iron for giving me permission to post this and play in his playground:
A Certain Lady omake of the omake
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Admiral John Richardson USN normally found relief and even stability in the normal duties of the US Navy. Anything that could stave off dealing with the MSSB generated by the most sane of his command was a joy. But today was an exception. Today an unscheduled meeting with a fellow admiral occupied his agenda and Richardson was uncertain as to the why and reason. He had just received a report from Jintsuu regarding the extent of Pennsylvania's issues.
He sighed. The disciplinary session after the angry Standard had raised her hand to Shigure had not lessened Pennsylvania's anger. She would not forgive, nor forget, and her tolerance of the Japanese shipgirls extended only to the barest level of civility. If she doesn't even consider what she does to Arizona in her rage... how the hell do I deal with her?
The situation was untenable. Richardson needed all of his girls to be able to work together, he didn't have the resources to deal with his base becoming a friendly fire warzone. "Dammit, I maybe I can convince the Gulf Command to loan me Texas or ..."
He rose from his chair as Jintsuu opened the door to his guest. "Admiral Richardson is waiting for you sir. This way please." The visitor nodded in thanks to Jintsuu and walked through the door into Richardson's office. Who the hell is this? I swear I've seen that face somewhere recently. Richardson extended his hand.
"Admiral John Richardson, welcome to Sasebo Admiral."
"Thanks for meeting me. Admiral Isaac Kidd the third. Call me Isaac."
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"Please have a seat... .Isaac." After a moment in order to keep his train of thought coherent, "So..."
"Why the sudden meeting and what the hell is the grandson of the admiral who died on Arizona doing in your office?" Kidd grinned at Richardson. "Two reasons. I'm here because I'm bored to tears with the cocktail circuit when there's combat going on, and a personal matter I want to take care of while I'm here."
"You want in the field?" Richardson leaned forward, "They've decided to relieve me of command?"
"Uh no. You and Admiral Williams have the most experience dealing with the Magic Sparkly Ship-Girl Bullshit. You don't get out of it that easy." Again he grinned and his eyes glinted like blowtorches. "I'm taking over the Panama Canal post. So I need all the advice you can give me about dealing with ship-girls. And now for the personal matter." The grin dropped and Isaac Kidd sighed. "May I have a private conversation with USS Arizona?"
"..." Richardson leaned back, opened his mouth to speak and after a moment continued, "Are you asking to transfer Arizona to your command?" In John Richardson's emotional gut a feeling was rising and morphing in its ascent, from dread to anger to iron determination and resolve. A resolve that Arizona was going no where but where she wanted to go.
"No. I'm not." A simple direct answer was followed by a very heavy sigh. "My father's memories of my grandfather were blurred by time. Arizona is the only person alive right now who remembers my grandfather and I want to know more about the man than just the legend and old photos."
Minutes passed and John Richardson finally spoke, "I will allow you to meet with Arizona. But she has every right to decline to dredge up those memories. And if you cause her pain...just be warned that while I assume Arizona would forgive you, her sister would not. And Pennsylvania is an angry Standard in an ugly mood."
"I have no intention of increasing Arizona's anguish. Hell, she can slug me if I step out of line."
"Can't say I haven't warned you then." chuckled Richardson, "I will have Jintsuu send her here."
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Arizona was puzzled as she made her way to the office. "Yeo-Miss Jintsuu, what is the matter?"
The light cruiser looked up with a smile. "A surprise of something nice I think. He's waiting for you inside." Jintsuu promptly returned her attention to the paperwork on her desk.
"Admiral, Battleship Arizona reporting ...sir?" As she stepped into the office and saw the admiral before her, Arizona almost felt her heart/boilers stop. Her hands came up to clutch her chest as she saw a face that last appeared on her bridge on that morning. "It... can't... be..."
"Hello Arizona. Maybe you should sit down." Admiral Kidd pulled a chair over to the battleship before she fell over from shock. "And from your reaction I guess Dad was right and I am the spitting image of my grandfather."
Shaking her hand to clear her vision of the welling tears, Arizona found her voice again. "Grandfather? You are his grandson?"
"Indeed. Admiral Isaac Kidd the Third, at your service." He snapped to attention and saluted Arizona. Relaxing and pulling up his own chair, Kidd smiled at Arizona. "I have a lot of questions that I wanted to ask you.. but first, let me assure you that you don't have to answer anything. Hell if I tread anywhere painful, please tell me to go to hell or even slug me for impertinence." He raised a finger to her widening eyes to cut off her protest. "I'm serious and I'm making it an order."
Arizona inhaled sharply and collected herself in the face of the whirlwind of emotions that roiled within her. "Sir, I will not deny you any answers that I can provide. I.. see now that there are some differences in your appearance. First off, your haircut is slightly longer than his and you don't have as much..."
"Salt versus pepper? And from the family photos, grandfather seemed to prefer the Marine regulations on haircuts." Kidd grinned and his eyes twinkled. And to Arizona, the eyes confirmed that this could be no other than the grandson of her Admiral Kidd.
"So what can I help you with Admiral?"
"Call me Isaac. I haven't had these stars long enough for me to really feel like one yet. It's a... weight that I'm not certain I can carry yet. And that's why I've come to you. I've researched ship-girls and talked with everyone I could who has knowledge of how you girls and your fairies... are." He ran his fingers through his hair and inhaled deeply. Arizona only felt a deep felt need to help and comfort him as she beheld the worry and concern on his face. "Dad's been gone for awhile now and there's all that history and everything else bearing down on me. I need advice, and he's only one I can think of to ask. And remember you don't have to answer Arizona, but I still must ask."
"Is.. is my grandfather aboard and may I speak to him, please?"
Arizona remained frozen still and silent. Internally she asked herself, "That's impossible right? It couldn't be that he would be there all the time.. and I haven't even looked or asked... could he be there?"
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Arizona found herself walking on her bridge, searching amongst her crew. From the main bridge to the conning tower to the mess desk, she wandered herself searching. Finally, she stopped before a door that had always been there. She opened the door to the Admiral's Quarters and stepped in.
"Well now, isn't it about time that you said hello Ari?"
"I.. I.. didn't realize and things are still new Sir. But more importantly, Admiral, you have a visitor."
"Visitor?"
"Yes, your grandson Isaac." Arizona beheld for the first time shock and wonder on the face of her Admiral. Which she then felt herself as she found herself hurrying to catch up. "I thought admirals never hurried"
"Not now woman!"
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Isaac leaned towards Arizona after the second minute of silence. "Arizona, are you alright? He quickly leaned back as Arizona put her hand out and from the sleeve of her uniform into the palm of her hand strode a three inch tall fairy dressed in an admiral's dress whites.
"Admiral Isaac Kidd III, Admiral Isaac Kidd requests permission to come aboard." Arizona nodded to Isaac and whispered. "Hold out your hand sir." As he did, Arizona extended hers and allowed the fairy admiral to walk onto his grandson's hand.
"Hey." The fairy looked the admiral up and down and then gave him a tiny thumbs up.
"Hello sir." "Hey hey heey" "Alright alright I'll cut the formal crap.. hello Grandpa." "Hey."
Arizona smiled to herself as the meeting of two family members who never knew each other in life continued. Isaac continued to ask his grandfather about being an admiral, trying to get all the knowledge that never comes in regulations or manuals. And her fairy continued to dispense all his accumulated experience in the series of heys that his grandson had no difficulty in understanding.
The conversation continued unabated until a loud rumbling was heard from the direction of Arizona's stomach. Her hand clasped to her mouth as she realized she had lost track of time and it was now past 1300 hour.
"Oh wow... I didn't realize... I'm sorry Arizona.." Admiral Kidd attempted to apologize but was cut off by Arizona.
"No no. We all lost track of time. I'm sure Admiral Richardson is going to want his office back. But we can continue in the mess hall if you would like."
"I would love to Arizona, but I still have to go over other things with Admiral Richardson. I.. want to thank you. For this." He rose from his chair and lowered his hand to Arizona's to allow his grandfather back onto Arizona. And when the fairy had returned to her palm, Isaac pulled out his smartphone and swished to a picture folder and held it down for the fairy to see. "And Grandpa, this is my wife and your great-grandchildren. Thank you for everything."
Arizona's breath caught in her chest and she brought her other hand to stifle her expression though she couldn't stop the tears welling in her eyes. The fairy admiral looked intently at each picture and swiped through the album. When he had finished, he looked up at his grandson and patted the human size fingers with his fairy hand.
"Heeeeyyy"
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Yeah so I wanted Ari to have some happy feels... I hope I pulled it off.
And yes, thanks to wikipedia, there is indeed a Capt Isaac Kidd III irl.
thanks to Old Iron for giving me permission to post this and play in his playground:
A Certain Lady omake of the omake
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Admiral John Richardson USN normally found relief and even stability in the normal duties of the US Navy. Anything that could stave off dealing with the MSSB generated by the most sane of his command was a joy. But today was an exception. Today an unscheduled meeting with a fellow admiral occupied his agenda and Richardson was uncertain as to the why and reason. He had just received a report from Jintsuu regarding the extent of Pennsylvania's issues.
He sighed. The disciplinary session after the angry Standard had raised her hand to Shigure had not lessened Pennsylvania's anger. She would not forgive, nor forget, and her tolerance of the Japanese shipgirls extended only to the barest level of civility. If she doesn't even consider what she does to Arizona in her rage... how the hell do I deal with her?
The situation was untenable. Richardson needed all of his girls to be able to work together, he didn't have the resources to deal with his base becoming a friendly fire warzone. "Dammit, I maybe I can convince the Gulf Command to loan me Texas or ..."
He rose from his chair as Jintsuu opened the door to his guest. "Admiral Richardson is waiting for you sir. This way please." The visitor nodded in thanks to Jintsuu and walked through the door into Richardson's office. Who the hell is this? I swear I've seen that face somewhere recently. Richardson extended his hand.
"Admiral John Richardson, welcome to Sasebo Admiral."
"Thanks for meeting me. Admiral Isaac Kidd the third. Call me Isaac."
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"Please have a seat... .Isaac." After a moment in order to keep his train of thought coherent, "So..."
"Why the sudden meeting and what the hell is the grandson of the admiral who died on Arizona doing in your office?" Kidd grinned at Richardson. "Two reasons. I'm here because I'm bored to tears with the cocktail circuit when there's combat going on, and a personal matter I want to take care of while I'm here."
"You want in the field?" Richardson leaned forward, "They've decided to relieve me of command?"
"Uh no. You and Admiral Williams have the most experience dealing with the Magic Sparkly Ship-Girl Bullshit. You don't get out of it that easy." Again he grinned and his eyes glinted like blowtorches. "I'm taking over the Panama Canal post. So I need all the advice you can give me about dealing with ship-girls. And now for the personal matter." The grin dropped and Isaac Kidd sighed. "May I have a private conversation with USS Arizona?"
"..." Richardson leaned back, opened his mouth to speak and after a moment continued, "Are you asking to transfer Arizona to your command?" In John Richardson's emotional gut a feeling was rising and morphing in its ascent, from dread to anger to iron determination and resolve. A resolve that Arizona was going no where but where she wanted to go.
"No. I'm not." A simple direct answer was followed by a very heavy sigh. "My father's memories of my grandfather were blurred by time. Arizona is the only person alive right now who remembers my grandfather and I want to know more about the man than just the legend and old photos."
Minutes passed and John Richardson finally spoke, "I will allow you to meet with Arizona. But she has every right to decline to dredge up those memories. And if you cause her pain...just be warned that while I assume Arizona would forgive you, her sister would not. And Pennsylvania is an angry Standard in an ugly mood."
"I have no intention of increasing Arizona's anguish. Hell, she can slug me if I step out of line."
"Can't say I haven't warned you then." chuckled Richardson, "I will have Jintsuu send her here."
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Arizona was puzzled as she made her way to the office. "Yeo-Miss Jintsuu, what is the matter?"
The light cruiser looked up with a smile. "A surprise of something nice I think. He's waiting for you inside." Jintsuu promptly returned her attention to the paperwork on her desk.
"Admiral, Battleship Arizona reporting ...sir?" As she stepped into the office and saw the admiral before her, Arizona almost felt her heart/boilers stop. Her hands came up to clutch her chest as she saw a face that last appeared on her bridge on that morning. "It... can't... be..."
"Hello Arizona. Maybe you should sit down." Admiral Kidd pulled a chair over to the battleship before she fell over from shock. "And from your reaction I guess Dad was right and I am the spitting image of my grandfather."
Shaking her hand to clear her vision of the welling tears, Arizona found her voice again. "Grandfather? You are his grandson?"
"Indeed. Admiral Isaac Kidd the Third, at your service." He snapped to attention and saluted Arizona. Relaxing and pulling up his own chair, Kidd smiled at Arizona. "I have a lot of questions that I wanted to ask you.. but first, let me assure you that you don't have to answer anything. Hell if I tread anywhere painful, please tell me to go to hell or even slug me for impertinence." He raised a finger to her widening eyes to cut off her protest. "I'm serious and I'm making it an order."
Arizona inhaled sharply and collected herself in the face of the whirlwind of emotions that roiled within her. "Sir, I will not deny you any answers that I can provide. I.. see now that there are some differences in your appearance. First off, your haircut is slightly longer than his and you don't have as much..."
"Salt versus pepper? And from the family photos, grandfather seemed to prefer the Marine regulations on haircuts." Kidd grinned and his eyes twinkled. And to Arizona, the eyes confirmed that this could be no other than the grandson of her Admiral Kidd.
"So what can I help you with Admiral?"
"Call me Isaac. I haven't had these stars long enough for me to really feel like one yet. It's a... weight that I'm not certain I can carry yet. And that's why I've come to you. I've researched ship-girls and talked with everyone I could who has knowledge of how you girls and your fairies... are." He ran his fingers through his hair and inhaled deeply. Arizona only felt a deep felt need to help and comfort him as she beheld the worry and concern on his face. "Dad's been gone for awhile now and there's all that history and everything else bearing down on me. I need advice, and he's only one I can think of to ask. And remember you don't have to answer Arizona, but I still must ask."
"Is.. is my grandfather aboard and may I speak to him, please?"
Arizona remained frozen still and silent. Internally she asked herself, "That's impossible right? It couldn't be that he would be there all the time.. and I haven't even looked or asked... could he be there?"
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Arizona found herself walking on her bridge, searching amongst her crew. From the main bridge to the conning tower to the mess desk, she wandered herself searching. Finally, she stopped before a door that had always been there. She opened the door to the Admiral's Quarters and stepped in.
"Well now, isn't it about time that you said hello Ari?"
"I.. I.. didn't realize and things are still new Sir. But more importantly, Admiral, you have a visitor."
"Visitor?"
"Yes, your grandson Isaac." Arizona beheld for the first time shock and wonder on the face of her Admiral. Which she then felt herself as she found herself hurrying to catch up. "I thought admirals never hurried"
"Not now woman!"
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Isaac leaned towards Arizona after the second minute of silence. "Arizona, are you alright? He quickly leaned back as Arizona put her hand out and from the sleeve of her uniform into the palm of her hand strode a three inch tall fairy dressed in an admiral's dress whites.
"Admiral Isaac Kidd III, Admiral Isaac Kidd requests permission to come aboard." Arizona nodded to Isaac and whispered. "Hold out your hand sir." As he did, Arizona extended hers and allowed the fairy admiral to walk onto his grandson's hand.
"Hey." The fairy looked the admiral up and down and then gave him a tiny thumbs up.
"Hello sir." "Hey hey heey" "Alright alright I'll cut the formal crap.. hello Grandpa." "Hey."
Arizona smiled to herself as the meeting of two family members who never knew each other in life continued. Isaac continued to ask his grandfather about being an admiral, trying to get all the knowledge that never comes in regulations or manuals. And her fairy continued to dispense all his accumulated experience in the series of heys that his grandson had no difficulty in understanding.
The conversation continued unabated until a loud rumbling was heard from the direction of Arizona's stomach. Her hand clasped to her mouth as she realized she had lost track of time and it was now past 1300 hour.
"Oh wow... I didn't realize... I'm sorry Arizona.." Admiral Kidd attempted to apologize but was cut off by Arizona.
"No no. We all lost track of time. I'm sure Admiral Richardson is going to want his office back. But we can continue in the mess hall if you would like."
"I would love to Arizona, but I still have to go over other things with Admiral Richardson. I.. want to thank you. For this." He rose from his chair and lowered his hand to Arizona's to allow his grandfather back onto Arizona. And when the fairy had returned to her palm, Isaac pulled out his smartphone and swished to a picture folder and held it down for the fairy to see. "And Grandpa, this is my wife and your great-grandchildren. Thank you for everything."
Arizona's breath caught in her chest and she brought her other hand to stifle her expression though she couldn't stop the tears welling in her eyes. The fairy admiral looked intently at each picture and swiped through the album. When he had finished, he looked up at his grandson and patted the human size fingers with his fairy hand.
"Heeeeyyy"
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Yeah so I wanted Ari to have some happy feels... I hope I pulled it off.
pjmoyer
Terrapin Corps
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- Maryland
Well, I'm teary-eyed right now, so... yes, yes you did.
DrexelDragonz
[Plushie Maker] Drawing cute things
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- Philippines
EDIT: removed the post here cause i don't wanna start something, i don't know how to handle that.
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Kyaa~ that was cute! And i agree with PJ i was teary eyed, nice jobu Magister(Negi Magi) i know what i did there! XD
Now to post that drawing of jersey in pajama's...hmmm should I? *rubs chin in thought)
Hey! Jersey! Should i post it?
Omake omake reaction
Kyaa~ that was cute! And i agree with PJ i was teary eyed, nice jobu Magister(Negi Magi) i know what i did there! XD
Now to post that drawing of jersey in pajama's...hmmm should I? *rubs chin in thought)
Hey! Jersey! Should i post it?
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- Malaysia
Pardon me if my english speaking skills are not as good, also, i'm sorry that i grew up in a village, farming/doing manual labor and all that..i'm sorry that i'm country bum compared to you. If you are done making fun of my origins and my english...you know...i can't even get angry at that..you're not the first person that insulted my english skills or my beliefs...nor are you the last...and i have no quarrel with you anyway.
Like you are?
This is tactful, because it's simply impossible to white wash and cover things up unless i go full propaganda mode.
And don't worry, as mentioned in the previous post, it was a one time deal.
Always Late
Lacking in coffee, sleep, and brains
- Location
- Ohio
I apologize for coming across as mocking. I merely wished to make the point that when dealing with a controversial subject that you feel very emotionally intense about, taking the time to make sure you say exactly what you want to say, clearly and without any slip-ups in grammar or diction, will go a long way to help with getting people to understand you and your perspective. You're already putting yourself out there with your hard-line point, looking like you dashed off a ragepost in sixty seconds doesn't help people understand your concerns.
Am I making sense?
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- Malaysia
First off, thanks, your apology is gratefully accepted.
Secondly. You are right, i am emotionally intense about this and i could have definitely wrote things better. But i grew up on stories of how my great grandfather and his brothers had their heads decapitated by the Japanese, and how my grandmother had been tortured. It's stuff like this that always causes my blood to boil..scars like this that will never go away, and you know..that's just the tip of the iceberg, my grandmother still has nightmares, even at her age, peace never comes to her.
And when i saw Yamashiro being so nonchalant and seemingly self-righteous...i just couldn't take it anymore.
Again, i repeat myself, i do not mind the Post-War japs, i have friends in Japan, but it's the Imperials that cause my blood to boil.
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- State of Denial
"I'm sorry bae, my shipfus need me."
To play a bit of Devil's Advocate here...
As for being unprovoked, there have been millions upon millions of words said about that by historians rehashing things; while I don't agree that Japan was out of non-military options, the US had certainly taken a number of actions that could be seen as provocations (embargoing trade with Japan being the most obvious), and it's not too hard to spin US actions into a casus belli.
As for the scope of Japan's punishment... having their nation's economy completely annihilated, their population starved, millions killed in firebombing raids, two cities nuked at least partly as a way to test the effects of the Army's new toy on live targets, their military completely demolished, their government "regime changed" out of existence, and their culture, while not obliterated, irrevocably and severely altered to match that of their victorious opponent wasn't sufficient? About the only way they could have been punished more--beyond simply being conquered and carved up by the Allies--would have been if the invasion had happened, as that would have likely only ended with the complete extermination of the entire Japanese people and culture. While some individuals did get off relatively lightly, Japan as a nation suffered great punishment.
As a side note, the reason that the US helped Japan--and Germany, and Italy--get back on its feet and become prosperous post-war was because of the lessons learned from World War One; devastating an enemy, demanding harsh war indemnities from them, and then leaving them to try and recover on their own is exactly the sort of thing that resulted in the rise of Fascism and the start of another world war.
I'll never forgive Osama bin Laden for his attacks on America, and what they did to my friends in New York, who saw the Towers collapse out their windows, and my brother, who spent a year guarding the perimeter at Bagram Air Base with nightly rocket attacks on the base, and I'll never say that what we did to him was enough--not until such time as the "proof of death" photos are declassified--and I'm still not sure that giving him a burial at sea in accordance with agreed-upon Muslim traditions for burial at sea was appropriate (I would have preferred to have his body on a pike outside the White House)... but if I conflated my feelings towards him and his lieutenants who were responsible for 9/11 to cover everyone of Arab blood, I would be making the same mistake Pennsy is in conflating her feelings towards the leadership of Imperial Japan to cover all those of Japanese blood.
Sadly, treating the IJN kanmusu as being responsible for those actions--as natural and instinctive as it may be--is an unfortunate fallacy that has bitten a number of nations in real life in the past. The most obvious example, to an American born in the mid-70s like me, would be the treatment of Vietnam veterans in the US before about 1990, where the poor dumb bastards who were drafted into the Army and sent to traipse through rice paddies and jungle with one stripe on their sleeve and an M16 in their hands were treated as the villains, rather than that anger being directed at the politicians in Washington who were actually responsible for decision-making that put those 19-year-olds in that situation. Pennsy's rage is understandable--but misdirected; it should have been focused on those who ordered the war, not those who had no choice in whether or not to carry it out.
In military terms, Pearl Harbor was a bloody nose. It was meant to be a knockout punch, and it was a haymaker that left the US reeling, but it wasn't the one-punch knockout that it was intended to be--and it left American industry completely undamaged, allowing for a very quick recovery. It bloodied our nose, and somewhat hindered our ability to fight early in the war, but it wasn't crippling, and, compared to the sorts of losses that the US (who lost about the least of the major powers did in World War Two) would suffer later on, it was minor.
As for being unprovoked, there have been millions upon millions of words said about that by historians rehashing things; while I don't agree that Japan was out of non-military options, the US had certainly taken a number of actions that could be seen as provocations (embargoing trade with Japan being the most obvious), and it's not too hard to spin US actions into a casus belli.
As for the scope of Japan's punishment... having their nation's economy completely annihilated, their population starved, millions killed in firebombing raids, two cities nuked at least partly as a way to test the effects of the Army's new toy on live targets, their military completely demolished, their government "regime changed" out of existence, and their culture, while not obliterated, irrevocably and severely altered to match that of their victorious opponent wasn't sufficient? About the only way they could have been punished more--beyond simply being conquered and carved up by the Allies--would have been if the invasion had happened, as that would have likely only ended with the complete extermination of the entire Japanese people and culture. While some individuals did get off relatively lightly, Japan as a nation suffered great punishment.
No, this is more the (admittedly perverted version promulgated by the Imperial Japanese government) Bushido code kicking in. Yamashiro is ashamed that Japan initiated the war with a sneak attack (had the diplomatic message gotten through before the attack, as planned, it would have been different--but the way it happened was less like a samurai taking his opponent by surprise and more like a ninja killing a target in his bed), is ashamed that Japan picked a fight that it couldn't win, and is ashamed that Japan lost and lost badly. What's more, she's ashamed of the atrocities committed in the name of the Emperor during the war. She isn't ashamed that Japan was helped back to prosperity by America; she's ashamed at Japanese actions prior to their defeat. There is a stain on her honor that she will never be able to wash away, and she is ashamed of that. She is also ashamed that there are people in modern Japan who honestly believe that Japan did nothing wrong; refusing to acknowledge when one has dishonored oneself and to attempt to make amends only compounds one's dishonor, and that dishonor extends to all those you are connected to.
As a side note, the reason that the US helped Japan--and Germany, and Italy--get back on its feet and become prosperous post-war was because of the lessons learned from World War One; devastating an enemy, demanding harsh war indemnities from them, and then leaving them to try and recover on their own is exactly the sort of thing that resulted in the rise of Fascism and the start of another world war.
Again, for an American of my generation, this is easy to remember. 9/11 was, in a very real way, my generation's Pearl Harbor; the shock of the attack, the scale of the losses, and even our age at the time it happened, were very similar to those of my grandparents' generation from Pearl Harbor. What's more, my younger brother did a tour in Afghanistan, and while he puts up a good face, I could see, when he got back, that he had been affected by it. It's very hard to forgive and forget--and I live near Dearborn, probably the hub of American Islam and Arab-American population. And yet, I don't go around wanting to punch everyone I meet with swarthy features and an Arabic-sounding name, and I'm glad that President Bush showed the self-restraint not to glass Kabul, Kandahar, and other major Taliban strongholds; if I'd been in his shoes, Afghanistan would be a giant radioactive wasteland today. I've gained the maturity to recognize that the vast majority of any group painted as "the enemy" aren't, in any way, responsible for the actions of a few people who hold positions of power, but are just poor dumb bastards like me who have no control over what happened and, like me, would rather just go on living their lives without wars interfering.
I'll never forgive Osama bin Laden for his attacks on America, and what they did to my friends in New York, who saw the Towers collapse out their windows, and my brother, who spent a year guarding the perimeter at Bagram Air Base with nightly rocket attacks on the base, and I'll never say that what we did to him was enough--not until such time as the "proof of death" photos are declassified--and I'm still not sure that giving him a burial at sea in accordance with agreed-upon Muslim traditions for burial at sea was appropriate (I would have preferred to have his body on a pike outside the White House)... but if I conflated my feelings towards him and his lieutenants who were responsible for 9/11 to cover everyone of Arab blood, I would be making the same mistake Pennsy is in conflating her feelings towards the leadership of Imperial Japan to cover all those of Japanese blood.
I don't blame you one bit for this attitude, but I do hope that you can see the arguments that I made and accept that the alternative point of view exists and can be defended; in many ways, it makes healing possible, and allows for everyone to learn from the mistakes of the past. I could dig up the old cliches at this point--Time Heals All Wounds, Yesterday's Enemies Are Tomorrow's Friends, and the like--but in the end, the real key is to remember that, in the end, all these grudges are truly with a small number of people who held power over others, and the vast majority of the rank-and-file are just poor dumb bastards doing what they're told because they have no choice in the matter.
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- National Capital Region, USA
Even funnier: The first Captain of the USS Zumwalt was James Kirk.
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- Malaysia
Warning For Marginal Behavior
I know now...after a while of clearing my head, with the benefit of hindsight, its easy to see how stupid i was in blaming a ship with no control of her actions...its just...hard...to see the personification of my family's torment in the flesh. This story, like all other good stories has sucked me in...which is why tend to put myself in that verse and think "hurm, what would i do in situation x?"....which leads to my previous underlined statement. As i mentioned in another post....i'll try to make sure it won't happen again...and that i am sorry.
Yeah, as mentioned above, with hindsight i was stupid saying some of the things i said and i agree with most of what you said here. However, YMMV on on one part. The 14-Point Message was to my knowledge, very indecisive in declaring war, all it meant was, at worse, were that the Japs are breaking of negotiations. Also, later studies have shown that the Government in Tokyo at the time was deliberating on how, and even if they should perform a formal declaration of war at all towards America. At that time they were still in negotiations, so they COULD have been able to wrangle concessions of some sort, but we will never know.
It's hard you know...i'm still struggling with all of this..with my family history. The irony is i HAVE NEVER blamed modern Japanese for WW2, and certainly not what happened to my family. I have long ago drawn a distinction between Imperials and Modern Japs, i have friends in Japan...but the Imperials can burn in hell...and i hope the devil himself tortures them for all eternity.
But yet i get angry at a shipgirl..i know she didn't have anything to do with it...with her being a spirit and all that and more...but it's just that she is a reminder of all that has happened....it's just hard...and i'm tired of hating...but its not going away.
I know..i'm trying...and still trying to get over it....also minor nitpick..
And i would also point out that MANY Japanese soldiers....were sociopaths/indoctrinated to say the least, so your "poor dumb bastards" point kinda falls flat because most of them commit crimes because...reasons/belief..etc etc.
But i digress...i am actually so worn down by this that i really can't write about it....my hatred for them does me absolutely nothing.....though my head and heart are filled with distrust towards their progeny.
Anyway..thanks for telling me this. It certainly helped...maybe we can talk some other time....right now though, i need to sleep. Thanks again
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Old Iron
Admiral Unfun
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- The Southwestern Deadlands of America
That is one reaction I never thought I could induce. XD
This amuses me beyond words.I love you @Old Iron.
... Like in a platonic non-sexual non-romantic way not-creepy way obviously. Not actual love-love, more like-love... And this is super awkward so I'll stop now.
Oh and I guess @theJMPer is alright. Just alright.
Aaanyways, again other people've kind of said all I wanted to say. Mrgh. Alerts are borked, didn't see Old Iron'd updated until I manually went into the thread.
Glad you enjoyed it!
You did indeed. Very nice.
I do humbly request your permission to sig this.
And I can see that the latest chapter has generated quite the stir. For better and for worse. I'm not really sure how to weigh in as others have already done do in far better ways than I could have.
So I will leave you all with this:
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- 'Murica
Friendly reminder that Inazuma is a good girl. After the Second battle of the Java Sea, she went around picking 527 survivors. This from a ship designed to hold a crew of 219. Apparently, it got hard to even fight the ship, but the coffee fairy couldn't let anyone drown, now could she!
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- State of Denial
I'd be honored if you sigged that.
Skywalker_T-65
Writer with too many ideas.
- Location
- United States
- Pronouns
- Plural/They/He/Her
...might as well crosspost cutes considering how this page has gone.
Harry Leferts
Suave Shadow Cabal Kaiju
Well, as I said over on SB......might as well crosspost cutes considering how this page has gone.
staplesdex2
CLASSFIED
@MagisterAurelius, can post it on SB too? It's an awesome post.
Generic_Generica
Notice me Senpai~
- Location
- Right behind you
...might as well crosspost cutes considering how this page has gone.
Well, as I said over on SB...
Huh.
Saratoga's got a better design than I was expecting.
Also ye gods that's adorable. Sque- No. I am a serious person and this is my serious face as I act serious.
Hem hem.
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- Pacific NW
I've tried keeping up with SB a couple of times and I honestly just prefer having an account on here and I read FFN as well. Getting involved over on SB would eat the time I have for writing.
If Old Iron crossposts what I contribute to the A Certain Lady omake over on SB, I'm fine with him doing so.
I just have too many passwords and stuff to keep track of. As I age I can only put so many irons in the fire.
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- Georgia
Honestly just about everyone was expecting the worst from the reveal, and we were all pleasantly surprised.