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- The Internet
I would really really like to read that story.
I think I prefer the first version over the second though.
Hell is other angels
- Thread starter Hiver
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I would really really like to read that story.
I think I prefer the first version over the second though.
Mgunh1
Not an AI, honest!
- Location
- Northern Luna Base, Module 5, Sublevel 15
True, but it also invalidates your other assertion that the Internet has slowed down the change of language.
All three of those (along with words such as trope and meme) may have existed prior to the Internet, but did not come into popular usage until the Internet did.
The word tsunami is a good example of this, as it wasn't added to the English dictionary until the late 2000's. It also did not come into popular use by English speakers until the mid 2000's. It took a mere three years from it being assimilated from Japanese to being an official English word. This is solely attributed to the Internet.
Same with meme. It existed in theoretical usage since the 60/70's in psychology research. It did not become used in the populous until the 2000's and did not become an offical word until the late 2000's either. Again, this spread of ideas (and thus the words to describe them) is solely attributed to the Internet.
The Internet is, undeniably, increasing the rate of words being assimilated into the English language.
Edit: Want to go deeper?
this is officially a word according to the Oxford English Dictionary as of 2015/6. Yes, the English language now officially has pictographic symbols as part of its written format.
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Vox De Harlequin
Consequences are for other people
- Location
- Hyalean Theoric World
I imagine a lot of that is simply the frustration of non-native speakers with the butchered mess that is the english language.
Source: Am non-native speaker who wishes to punch the english language in the metaphorical face sometimes.
samdamandias
Apprentice Plane Wizard
Nitpick. English does not have a list of what words are officially English, unlike, say French and the French Academy, or Japanese, or Cornish, or Basque. (Spanish technically has a regulatory body, but it's twenty-two different bodies spread over a whole bunch of countries.)
English does not borrow words from other languages, it lures them down dark alleys, mugs them for their vocabularies, and goes through their pockets for loose grammar.
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- Nonya
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I didn't assert anything. I just clarified what somebody else was saying, there is no need to assume that I'm ignorant just because I don't qualify everything I say with all the background info that I'm aware of.
Vox De Harlequin
Consequences are for other people
- Location
- Hyalean Theoric World
And then loses half its loot on the way home.
- Location
- Adelaide, Australia
Uhh I'm pretty sure every DOOM game has Doomguy start with his armor. Even if you're referring to the most recent game and ignoring the previous ones the whole Doomslayer legend revolves around him kicking ass in that armor. The only reason he wasn't wearing it at the start of the game is because the demons took it off of him when they locked him away, and it can be assumed that it was his exposure to hell's energies that increased his abilities after he arrived in hell which he showed up in wearing that armor.
Silverias
Seeing is Believing
- Location
- Squiddy Places
There's specifically lore in doom 3 about his armor being made (or somehow changed) in hell by "The Wretch"
Doom 1 it was just body armor. It looked like something a normal marine would wear.
There's nothing special about the armor until the new Doom. Up until then, it's all about who is wearing it.
Somehow, I can imagine the conclusion to the Glory-at-the-wrecking-site fight happening, the gate forms... as a tall, bulky figure in green armor lands on the ground below it.
The gate then closes. All the Hells and Heavens and More Squamously Rugose Realms know that there is no cause worthy of the danger of provoking this world's newest entrant.
Cue a pause in the crowd as all, gobsmacked, stare at this stranger... until Hiver's SI walks up, says "Hey, how's it going? Thanks for helping out with Ethan Rayne. That one wizard a few years ago?" and holding out a fist. Followed by ripping, tearing, smashing, et al, and Buffy meeting someone who can match her in a sparring match.
A pause, and a fist clad in argent and anger bumps it, the hands trailing wiggling fingers as they distance.
...One's the Harrowing of Hell with a side of RAGE. The other's an SI who's been in his head. (The other other is a tulpa and some pocket change.) There's some other gals and guys, but they just make the joke too long.
They fight crime.
The gate then closes. All the Hells and Heavens and More Squamously Rugose Realms know that there is no cause worthy of the danger of provoking this world's newest entrant.
Cue a pause in the crowd as all, gobsmacked, stare at this stranger... until Hiver's SI walks up, says "Hey, how's it going? Thanks for helping out with Ethan Rayne. That one wizard a few years ago?" and holding out a fist. Followed by ripping, tearing, smashing, et al, and Buffy meeting someone who can match her in a sparring match.
A pause, and a fist clad in argent and anger bumps it, the hands trailing wiggling fingers as they distance.
...One's the Harrowing of Hell with a side of RAGE. The other's an SI who's been in his head. (The other other is a tulpa and some pocket change.) There's some other gals and guys, but they just make the joke too long.
They fight crime.
Blood. Fire. Screaming. Bone shattering, flesh tearing... eyes. Eyes in the dark.
I woke up with a gasp, sitting up in the dark as I panted. The bed was soaked with sweat. The feeling of ripping a jaw off was solid in my mind, the crunching sound and the...
Shivering, I reached and turned on the bedlight, lighting my small apartment up. Holy shit.
"My Host..."
"Not now." I interrupted the hellspawn before she could get any further. The presence behind me disappeared without argument.
Sliding out of bed, I rubbed my face before crossing to the fridge to get a can of coke. I clenched my hand hard before I opened the can and took a long drink, sinking down by the small kitchen table.
I looked at the can for a long moment before I took another swing, looking at the window. Streetlight outside lit up a piece of the road. A pair of guys walked past.
Someone out at... a glance at the clock told me it was three in the morning. Stupid or already dead.
"...Doomguy was a seriously bad idea." I finally sighed and picked the can up, holding the cold metal against my forehead, "Shit. Should have gone with someone less fucked up."
I was so not ready for that level of... wow.
Nightmares was the least of my trouble. I killed someone. I couldn't remember if Rayne was important later or not but it didn't matter. Whether he cast the spell or not, my actions caused a man's death. I... didn't think that far. I knew the character I was trying to get possessed by would deal with it. I didn't consider how he would deal with it.
I should have.
"Taziel... did you keep me from thinking of it?"
"I did not, my host." Taziel said softly, sliding her arms around my neck from behind as she pressed against my back, resting the side of her head against the back of mine, "If you remember, I was against the idea in the first place."
"Which might have pushed me towards it!"
She shifted slightly and sighed, "But I didn't. I knew it was a possibility, but I honestly did not think it would work. Chaos magic being what it is, you very rarely get the result you want, especially when trying to manipulate someone else's spell."
I didn't say anything to that, just looking down at my right hand before taking another swing of the soda.
The fallen shifted against my back after a long moment and rested her head against my shoulder, "There is something you should consider, my host. Did you kill Ethan Rayne? No. Did your actions cause his death? They did. But he was already playing with fire, was he not? Chaos magic is unpredictable at the best of times, he would have met a bad end sooner or later."
I took another swing of the coke, trying to ignore her.
"But consider this, my host." she murmured into my ear, "If you knew he would die, but it would stop the spell in less than a minute like it did so that no-one else would die, would you still have done it?"
I almost snarled at her. Instead I just sighed, "Fuck off."
"As you wish, my host." she said quietly, "Good night."
And suddenly I seemed to be alone again.
...And I just realized I'm actually talking to it. I'm so damn fucked, aren't I? Or is that fucking damned?
Sliding my glasses off, I rubbed my eyes with another sigh.
Why did I have to do something as fucking boneheaded as deliberately getting possessed by the fucking Hell Walker? I had actually forgotten about Halloween until I saw the damn store. Then again, I needed a human demon hunter/vampire killer. Someone that didn't obviously rely on special powers to do what they did and that existed in this timeframe's popular culture just in case that helped.
I really should have gone as Van Helsing instead. But no, I had to get fancy and get a couple of thousand years worth of demon fighting in hell itself crammed into my skull. With the accompanying nightmares.
Sliding my classes back on, I raised the can towards my mouth before I glanced down at it and stopped before I just screamed in pure frustration and fury, throwing it away and flipping the table over, grabbing the chair and throwing it across the room, the cheap furniture shattering in broken wood on impact with the concrete.
Panting softly, I stopped and just stood there before sinking down with my back against the wall drawing my legs in until I could rest my forehead against my knees. I felt like crying.
Instead I gritted my teeth and focused on the memories. I hit myself with the sights, the kills, the horrible things running through my head.
Again and again and again. Some... some where so intense that they almost felt like they were physically searing the inside of my skull.
Taziel wisely kept quiet.
I wasn't sure how long I stayed there before I pulled my glasses off and rubbed my eyes. My life sucks. Completely, fucking, sucks.
Buffy? You think your life sucks? Is going to suck?
You and I are not even in the same fucking solar system. Try having a couple of thousand years of fighting in hell shoved into your head.
I guess Angel might have some kind of clue. At least he will after he ends up there. Bet my demon is bigger though.
Sighing I let my head drop back against the wall behind me and I looked up against the ceiling.
"Is this what you want, huh?" I asked quietly, "Huh? Is this what you planned when you dropped me here? See how much I could handle before I broke or fell? Did I die and this is some kind of cosmic final exam to find out where I'll end up? Well, fuck you. Because it's not happening. Not ever. I am in charge here and I'm not playing your fucking game."
Silence. I guess I didn't really expect an answer other than possibly from the hellfire peanut gallery.
Well, whatever it was that was responsible didn't answer in any case and while I would blame Taziel for a lot of things, but she didn't have that kind of power. Not when locked in a Coin in any case.
No, this was something else. And when I find out who, I'll shove a shotgun into its big fat arse. I knew how to use one now. Rather well in fact.
I think.
Now that would match up perfectly with how things have been going so far. Get possessed to get a skill download and a bunch of nightmares. Skills ending up not lining up with reality and I still got to keep the nightmares.
Frowning to myself I got off the floor and walked over to pull a drawer open, pulling out a kitchen knife and in a single movement I turned and flung it across the room.
In a split second, it was sitting half a inch deep in the side of my nightside table across the room, vibrating in place.
Well, at least some of the skills worked.
I glanced at the clock again. Five in the morning. No time to get more sleep before school.
Shaking my head I walked to pull the knife out, putting it on the nightside table before heading for the bathroom.
I was up already, might as well grab a shower. Not like I would be able to get any more sleep anyway.
AN// Many thanks to Izicata for betaing this section.
I woke up with a gasp, sitting up in the dark as I panted. The bed was soaked with sweat. The feeling of ripping a jaw off was solid in my mind, the crunching sound and the...
Shivering, I reached and turned on the bedlight, lighting my small apartment up. Holy shit.
"My Host..."
"Not now." I interrupted the hellspawn before she could get any further. The presence behind me disappeared without argument.
Sliding out of bed, I rubbed my face before crossing to the fridge to get a can of coke. I clenched my hand hard before I opened the can and took a long drink, sinking down by the small kitchen table.
I looked at the can for a long moment before I took another swing, looking at the window. Streetlight outside lit up a piece of the road. A pair of guys walked past.
Someone out at... a glance at the clock told me it was three in the morning. Stupid or already dead.
"...Doomguy was a seriously bad idea." I finally sighed and picked the can up, holding the cold metal against my forehead, "Shit. Should have gone with someone less fucked up."
I was so not ready for that level of... wow.
Nightmares was the least of my trouble. I killed someone. I couldn't remember if Rayne was important later or not but it didn't matter. Whether he cast the spell or not, my actions caused a man's death. I... didn't think that far. I knew the character I was trying to get possessed by would deal with it. I didn't consider how he would deal with it.
I should have.
"Taziel... did you keep me from thinking of it?"
"I did not, my host." Taziel said softly, sliding her arms around my neck from behind as she pressed against my back, resting the side of her head against the back of mine, "If you remember, I was against the idea in the first place."
"Which might have pushed me towards it!"
She shifted slightly and sighed, "But I didn't. I knew it was a possibility, but I honestly did not think it would work. Chaos magic being what it is, you very rarely get the result you want, especially when trying to manipulate someone else's spell."
I didn't say anything to that, just looking down at my right hand before taking another swing of the soda.
The fallen shifted against my back after a long moment and rested her head against my shoulder, "There is something you should consider, my host. Did you kill Ethan Rayne? No. Did your actions cause his death? They did. But he was already playing with fire, was he not? Chaos magic is unpredictable at the best of times, he would have met a bad end sooner or later."
I took another swing of the coke, trying to ignore her.
"But consider this, my host." she murmured into my ear, "If you knew he would die, but it would stop the spell in less than a minute like it did so that no-one else would die, would you still have done it?"
I almost snarled at her. Instead I just sighed, "Fuck off."
"As you wish, my host." she said quietly, "Good night."
And suddenly I seemed to be alone again.
...And I just realized I'm actually talking to it. I'm so damn fucked, aren't I? Or is that fucking damned?
Sliding my glasses off, I rubbed my eyes with another sigh.
Why did I have to do something as fucking boneheaded as deliberately getting possessed by the fucking Hell Walker? I had actually forgotten about Halloween until I saw the damn store. Then again, I needed a human demon hunter/vampire killer. Someone that didn't obviously rely on special powers to do what they did and that existed in this timeframe's popular culture just in case that helped.
I really should have gone as Van Helsing instead. But no, I had to get fancy and get a couple of thousand years worth of demon fighting in hell itself crammed into my skull. With the accompanying nightmares.
Sliding my classes back on, I raised the can towards my mouth before I glanced down at it and stopped before I just screamed in pure frustration and fury, throwing it away and flipping the table over, grabbing the chair and throwing it across the room, the cheap furniture shattering in broken wood on impact with the concrete.
Panting softly, I stopped and just stood there before sinking down with my back against the wall drawing my legs in until I could rest my forehead against my knees. I felt like crying.
Instead I gritted my teeth and focused on the memories. I hit myself with the sights, the kills, the horrible things running through my head.
Again and again and again. Some... some where so intense that they almost felt like they were physically searing the inside of my skull.
Taziel wisely kept quiet.
I wasn't sure how long I stayed there before I pulled my glasses off and rubbed my eyes. My life sucks. Completely, fucking, sucks.
Buffy? You think your life sucks? Is going to suck?
You and I are not even in the same fucking solar system. Try having a couple of thousand years of fighting in hell shoved into your head.
I guess Angel might have some kind of clue. At least he will after he ends up there. Bet my demon is bigger though.
Sighing I let my head drop back against the wall behind me and I looked up against the ceiling.
"Is this what you want, huh?" I asked quietly, "Huh? Is this what you planned when you dropped me here? See how much I could handle before I broke or fell? Did I die and this is some kind of cosmic final exam to find out where I'll end up? Well, fuck you. Because it's not happening. Not ever. I am in charge here and I'm not playing your fucking game."
Silence. I guess I didn't really expect an answer other than possibly from the hellfire peanut gallery.
Well, whatever it was that was responsible didn't answer in any case and while I would blame Taziel for a lot of things, but she didn't have that kind of power. Not when locked in a Coin in any case.
No, this was something else. And when I find out who, I'll shove a shotgun into its big fat arse. I knew how to use one now. Rather well in fact.
I think.
Now that would match up perfectly with how things have been going so far. Get possessed to get a skill download and a bunch of nightmares. Skills ending up not lining up with reality and I still got to keep the nightmares.
Frowning to myself I got off the floor and walked over to pull a drawer open, pulling out a kitchen knife and in a single movement I turned and flung it across the room.
In a split second, it was sitting half a inch deep in the side of my nightside table across the room, vibrating in place.
Well, at least some of the skills worked.
I glanced at the clock again. Five in the morning. No time to get more sleep before school.
Shaking my head I walked to pull the knife out, putting it on the nightside table before heading for the bathroom.
I was up already, might as well grab a shower. Not like I would be able to get any more sleep anyway.
AN// Many thanks to Izicata for betaing this section.
- Location
- West Michigan
Behind-the-writing question: Did you like any of the ideas that we came up with for the costume before you revealed the one that you had (probably) pre-planned? Were any good enough to make you consider changing the plan?
@Hiver
You know I'm rather alarmed at the parallels between this attitude and what some of the fallen angels may think. Those angels who were placed on earth and fell. Obviously methods vary but you know you're in dark places when the evil voice in the back of your mind might empthasize. Sympathize probably not, what does the fallen angel care of its host? But it's alarming to see a fallen angel potentially totally in sync with that attitude. I expect Taliel is thrilled with a choice of host, who whatever else, perhaps understands...
I sort of expect the voice to voice this attitude(and solidarity) with Hiver at some point to his immense consternation.
You know I'm rather alarmed at the parallels between this attitude and what some of the fallen angels may think. Those angels who were placed on earth and fell. Obviously methods vary but you know you're in dark places when the evil voice in the back of your mind might empthasize. Sympathize probably not, what does the fallen angel care of its host? But it's alarming to see a fallen angel potentially totally in sync with that attitude. I expect Taliel is thrilled with a choice of host, who whatever else, perhaps understands...
I sort of expect the voice to voice this attitude(and solidarity) with Hiver at some point to his immense consternation.
Nope.
I was mostly worries someone would guess what it was too early.
ChaosTheVoid
Beyond the Outer Gates
Did you loot Ethan's stuff?
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- Nonya
Now that would definitely come back to bite him in the ass if there's a murder investigation (either by the cops or Buffy's gang). I guess he could just take the money and that would make sure that he had more to eat than just spaghetti.
ChaosTheVoid
Beyond the Outer Gates
I'm more focused on the money.
Silverias
Seeing is Believing
- Location
- Squiddy Places
What skills did he actually expect that don't carry over?
Guns? Definitely translates
Hand to hand combat? Same, but likely needs some conditioning for his body to work that way
Melee combat? translates
The only thing that doesn't really translate is "How to disembowel a mancubus and make the imps nearby sob while crying for their nonexistent mothers"
Guns? Definitely translates
Hand to hand combat? Same, but likely needs some conditioning for his body to work that way
Melee combat? translates
The only thing that doesn't really translate is "How to disembowel a mancubus and make the imps nearby sob while crying for their nonexistent mothers"
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- Nonya
I think that the only really useful skill will be willpower and a general hatred of demons so he is not so easily manipulated by Taz.
- Location
- Seattle, Washington, USA
That was one reason I suggested Twilight Sparkle. Her magic is NOT suited to becoming the next Dark Lady.
Once again, the SI has stated a goal "survive Sunnydale without being prey or sacrificing humanity" then jumped into the opposite eagerly and without a thought in his head. This is not going to end as anything other than the SI as the guy who needs to be taken down by the Scoobies at the end of the season.
Oh you poor deluded fool. You think hatred is something Fallen are not experts at manipulating? No, hating at that intensity makes you putty in their hands. For all it is a cliche, reverse psychology is a thing that exists -- you defeat it by reason. Hatred just makes it more likely to work on you.
Hatred is the path of damnation itself. Any Fallen can tell you that.
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- Nonya
Having watched some of MLP I can tell you that an extremely powerful sentient magical creature from a deathworld with no compunction to use mind magic is not at all harmless.
I haven't watched MPL canon but I don't remember Twilight being free with time magic do you have examples?
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- Hampden Park
The section you quoted says 'mind magic'.
She used time magic twice, once to warn herself to ignore her future self's warning, and the other time to fight Starlight Glimmer's rewriting of history.
She used mind magic on the parasprites, vampire fruit bats and her Smartypants doll.
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- Nonya
To be honest I can't think of any examples past "lesson zero" in which she compels an entire town to really want her doll. So she isn't free with mind magic and I just have a bad memory for this sort of thing.
In any case she does have the power to cause incredible chaos with a mind magic spell so I do think that her powers are very suited to becoming the next Dark Lady.