Empress of Mars: Undisputed @zebratron2084@awoo.space

Um... Laika?

Are you... pregnant with rabbits?

Wow, it's like Daniel Mullins knows you.😼​

[CAPTION: I used a sacrificial block to give Laika's card the "soul" (i.e. special abilities) of a Warren card. It's basically a wall that summons up a Rabbit card with no real value except it can pay the costs of other cards. So Laika now poops bunnies purely so her friends can eat 'em. I love this game.]

[CAPTIONED FOR THE INSCRYPTION-UNAWARE: This is an absolutely sickening card. Zero cost for a three-pronged Attack of 3, for nine damage. (You need to be 5 ahead of your opponent to win.) And the little skull sigil means she is immortal, goes right back to hand if killed instead of discard.

These cards are assembled from your other cards, which are mainly animal-themed, after you lose a run. I always name them after one of their component cards.

This one was part Wolf and ended up named Laika, after my Evil Commie Zombie Spacedog persona, who is basically equal parts La Femme Nikita, Villainelle, Natasha Fatale, Colleen from Road Rovers, and Frankenweenie. :p

She's a scary puppy in ANY incarnation, but this one should give you nightmares. She's basically a first-turn kill, and if I get a Magpie (deck control) this run, it's all over.

Also I just want to point out that this card's full ancestry is "rabbit pelt, wolf, mantis god, ouroboros."

Which is just about right for Comrade Laika.

"Moscow nyet believe in tears."

"my THC OTP"

(yes i already noticed the culprit was the url :> <3 )

kthx google

God dammit, my poor stepdad is stuck in the hospital again.

Mom has absoutely assured me it's not really life-threatening, and she would never lie to me about something like this.

But he's got another round of breathing and heart problems and they wanna keep him for ANOTHER three days for observation while they adjust the meds that are probably causing it.

And that's a colossal morale hit for a guy who's already had a pretty rough couple years, on top of COPD and the aftermath of colon cancer.

And I really wonder how many of these he's got left in him, pushing age 71. And how soon I'm gonna have to go into Filial Duty mode to make sure Mom is OK if and when something ever happens to him.

Thank god for Breeze Airlines, at least I can get home fast and cheap when the days come. ;__;

In the meantime, the poor guy's *probably* gonna be OK but he's understandably very grump, and he's a super nice guy who deserves much better.

that moment when you've encountered so many queer zoomer purist-left crusader antis in a row that you can kinda see how someone would say fuck these guys and join the alt-right just purely on the principle that it's as far away from these joyless fuckers as you can get

(and then you see a sea of endless pepes and terfs and realize you've made a terrible mistake and want to go straight back home, or maybe see what ivan stang is doing these days)

Rowy Jamone

Huh. I don't have bladder cancer. Neato mosquito!

(I didn't really suspect I did, but I have been having some discomfort in the pissular region recently and it's good to know that Scary Cytology is off the table.)

Huh. In a good and productive-enough mood today, but feeling so VULNERABLE, like I have a moist sheet of wax paper as my sole emotional armor. EVERYTHING is getting to me-- songs on the cafe PA, pictures of animals, the news, random memories...

It's fine and not particularly painful, it's just... pokey and weird.

I am starting to wonder if I wasn't bitten by a werefluttershy or a Disney princess overnight.

Because I've had FIVE encounters with friendly animals this morning, ranging from the usual Peebles and Transom Cat (i.e. Shadow) encounter, to running into Luna The Cafe Dog and her new foster buddy Shiloh in a failed attempt to get donuts...

To catching Snowy and Olive's new daddy out on the porch, whereupon he opened up the door and showed me the two precious void children I raised, happy and ENORMOUS.

It's the first I've spotted them in months since they really are NOT interested in the outdoors-- I'm so happy, I worked so hard to ensure they would never know the street-cat life-- and I knew they'd grown but HOLY SHIT. Beautiful sweet minipanthers, healthy and so happy.

We did good, but their new dad Kim is doing AMAZING. He apparently toughed out Ida just to spare them an evac. We had a lengthy conversation about the majesty and terror of nature. He's a really neat guy.

Oh and I got a Lizard Combo of 3. Ask @anthracite. :D

there's a game on steam called mainframe defenders and i misread it as mailroom defenders and now i really want a belko experiment roguelike

B-Boy Cowbop

another one of those days where my goal for the future is "leave enough good stuff behind for the raccoons, crows, housecats, and coyotes to appreciate when we're gone, so just in case they ever make the awful unrewarding leap to sapience they've at least got some entertainment"

America is the Red Delicious apple of civil societies. All its best traits are being bred out of it generation by generation, all for the sake of making it more uniform, more profitable, superficially better looking, less sensitive to damage, and easier to manage.

urgent update: barista come pet, him get treat, him run around in circle

current mood: in cafe, covered in dog slobber ^_____^;