Empress of Mars: Undisputed @zebratron2084@awoo.space

All of it taking place in some kind of Lisa Frank rainbow-nightmare dystopia, basically Cold-War Care Bears, if Care-A-Lot were a lot like 1950s Vienna, teeming with candy-faced assassins and glittery noir tragedy. Some reality shift at the bottom of it has brought Real-World Consequences to the magical realms. Some still cling to the Old Ways-- some crazy cultists even propose bringing another goddamn Megan, as they call us, into their world...

Oh my god.

One-shot tabletop RPG where all the characters are International Plushies Of Mystery working for totally different interests.

And each one has a magical McGuffin sewed into them that they're trying to transport in secret. (One has a plush TF bomb... one has a tiny mouse diplomat with an oxygen tank sewn in with them... one has a high-powered radio transmitter that's performing a nearly successful SETI scan... one just glows mysteriously when they open their mouth, and so forth...)

Today, after all Dan Harmon's highs and lows since Rick and Morty started, I'm going to ask myself a fundamental question:

"Can you ever go home to Greendale?"

#Community #SixSeasonsAndUmYeah #IMissTroy

You do volunteer social work on Luna in 2200 AD. You have Fully Automated Luxury Gay Space Communism and life is pretty good, but culture moves so fast, it's hard to keep up with.

Formulate non-judgmental euphemisms for one or more of these insensitive Old Terran Hegemony terms:

1. "talking plushie"
2. "catgirl"
3. "wind-up doll"
4. "alchemical golem"
5. "the undead"
6. "imaginary friend"
7. "tulpa"
8. "pleasure droid"
9. "cartoon mascot"
10. "tentacle monster"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VZvNMFl7Hec

#moodsnapshot #postdepression #overcaffeinated

I'm like a virus
Freeze frame
I'm in the winter
Of my game

I'm in the winter
There's no frame
There's only ice
In the middle of my brain

And I've got no time
A useless kid
A useless town

Bring your sick
And bring them down
A useless kid
A useless town

I'm in the winter of my game
Please please freeze frame

I am Osiris
I'm the same
I've always been the same
I'm wicked, I'm game

(No time... no time...)

--Tim Gane, "Cavern of Anti-Matter"

There's no lyric of this song that isn't a #moodsnapshot for me today. It makes me feel old, and fierce.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jIPfPQslS-s

Tis the season to be bleepy.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J73VdiesIW0

"Mx. Oedipa? This is Neuroconstable Stencil. Listen carefully. The killer is calling from INSIDE your brain. I'm going to need you to chant with me. Namu-myoho-renge-kyo... Namu-myoho-renge-kyo..."

#posthumanhorrorstories

Holy shit.

They're actually learning. My coworkers are actually improving noticeably from evaluation to evaluation. *My* actions might even be having an impact on this.

Watching the process is so neat. It's like having sea monkeys that can (sort of) use Google Maps. :D

As Greer Selkirk awoke one morning from uneasy dreams, she found herself transformed, in her bed, back to a gigantic mammal.

It was no dream. Her room, a fine room for a peaceful burrower, only somewhat too large, lay quietly between six mottled walls of protein.

She slid back into her earlier position. "These atavistic bouts," she thought, "make a bug quite foolish."

Already, she felt the urge to daytrade, dominate, and share unsolicited opinions on media networks.

#posthumanhorrorstories

A little Hat Music, in sympathy with my fellow un-wintry folks: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VVQxw6DBj-g

(cc: @acetone_kitten @anthracite​ )

(This cover might be even a tad better, actually: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w5AV3bvvyoI )

"What the hell do you mean, DMCA violation? It's a BLOOD TYPE."

"Yes, but you still based it on proteins developed in Minecraft IV. I'm afraid you have no case."

"Oh, god."

"I'm sorry, Mx. 41. We still have plenty of options. We can try to get this tried in a progressive jurisdiction. Take it to Jakarta Submarine, hope it's read by a Pyratbyran sapience..."

"What do I do until then?"

"I dunno. Pack your things and report to Notch."

#posthumanhorrorstories