Felicity

Oh Arslan Senki is fantastic so far. A lot of the characters intro'd so far are quite interesting and unique, the way the Prince is presented is quite nice and they deal with the idea of war quite well. Oh, they aren't afraid of death as a result of that though. So, be warned.

That fight was fantastic. Also, I straight up dropped Gunslinger Stratos, someone lemme know if it picks up later

When it comes to swearing my own stance is: The only reason they're received so negatively is because we give them the negative connotations ourselves. For people who actually know me, if I call someone a Silly Cunt, that means nothing and may as well be a term of endearment. On the other hand, if I called someone pathetic, a universally more pedestrian insult, it is far more condemning. Whilst this is largely subjective, if people are constantly exposed to curse words we will become desensitised to them and slowly the majority will find it less harmful. These opinions stem more from a societal view. Due to this and how important a perception of these words are to their grade of insult, it will slowly eradicate swear words from being bad if more people are consistently desensitised to those words. On the other hand, it's a whole 'nother ball game with violence and such, physical actions with actual consequences. Someone beating another half to death will never be something desensitisation will solve for obvious reasons.

1: Let time go to work. You think I'm wasting any effort on him, or risking legal and social repercussions? He's not worth that. EDIT: My avis stance is spot on right now.

What of the kids who get their hands on these media forms without the parents knowledge?

@Ashes, that is, of course, true. But to what extent do games have that influence? The biggest example, that everyone loves to use, is GTA. Nothing like a game where you can beat hookers with a baseball bat to make you do that IRL, right? I'm going to just point out that the characters yu play are hardly admirable. Michael, whilst living in luxury, has a family that pretty much hates him. Trevor is a psucho bum pretty much. They hardly seem positive. Another point, to what extent should media be censored in the effort to prevent long term issues? A few months ago (I think) a game known as Hatred which literally revolves around Mass murder of innocent civilians for no reason that caused a massive kerfuffle. Imagine if a child got their hands on that. Imo, it requires censoring and, to my knowledge, it was taken down. But where does that censorship stop?

Nice and Badass DareDevil art. Art of one of one of my favourite characters of all time, Harry Dresden Nice image of Ned Stark here Now someone do me!

1: No. One of my downfalls is that I'm really not a trusting person. Literally no one has ever seen everything that makes me who I am, everyone's only ever seen a part of who I am. If I can't be myself, how can I trust my life to anyone? 2: I can't answer this. I know not every combination of toppings nor have I tasted the top quality of ingredients that would allow me to judge the true pinnacle of Pizzas.

So, OmegaRaiders last status got me thinking on this. The generally accepted wisdom for as long as I can remember is that suggestive themes, Violence and Swearing in the media have a negative result on the children who end up being exposed to it. Whether they come across this form of media because they have the freedom of uncaring parents or know someone with access to that media. But just because it's commonly accepted, does that make it true? No. Times change, research comes up and opinions change. So, what are people views on the recent media landscape and it's impact on young children?

Lin and Clown walked forward, towards the throne on the other end of the incredibly long room. It seemed fairly impractical, even with the large amount of people the room wasn't close to even halfway full. As we walked, the crowd continued to stare in silence. All the beautiful faces locked onto me as I walked just behind Lin and Clown were really, really unnerving. I felt like a fly watched by a cat. I just hoped these cats were too lazy to take action. Unfortunately, that was not the case. One of the women in the purple jackets, a lovely woman with amber eyes and hair like liquid gold pumped with shinier gold, walked over, intercepting us on our little march across the room. She didn't even acknowledge Lin or Clown, she just brushed past my two apparent benefactors, who looked t be expecting some form of discourse, and extended her hand to grab my face. Her fingers were unnaturally long, like I've got fairly long, spindly fingers, the kind you'd see on a pianist, but this woman's fingers looked like they could reach around my skull. Before she could touch me though, Clown was there with a serious expression on his face, he placed his hands on her arm and forearm and proceeded to break her arm at the elbow, her appendage bending with a sickening crack as the joint was forced to bend the wrong way. The woman screamed as she wrenched her arm out of Clowns grip., the horrid noise pierced the silence in the hall. She swung the now limp arm at Clown who grabbed it mid swing. without even pausing he yanked it, with seemingly no more force than if I was pulling open a particularly stiff door, and ripped the woman's arm off, sending her reeling past him with the force. He threw her own arm back at her. The makeshift weapon spun once as it closed the short distance between them, hitting her solidly in the stomach and plopping her ass down onto the smooth icy floor. The exchange had been short but had left one hell of a mess. The wound had spurted a short fountain of blood as soon as Clown tore the arm off and, whilst none of it had thankfully gotten onto me (thank God), and the floor was now dangerously slick. I hopped around the mess to catch up to Lin, who had not even stopped to look at the encounter. I looked back as we continued to walk. Clown was leaning down, tapping the pooling blood with his ring finger three times and, to my waning surprise, freezing it solid. He stood and then shattered the frozen blood with the heel of his shoe. It shattered into very, very fine dust, not shards as I expected it to. One of the other women in the purple jackets also went over, picking up her friend(?) and her arm lying in front of her. She picked her up in a fireman lift and walked to the entrance hall door. They were both quick and efficient in their actions, All of that happened in a couple of minutes, tops. The entire crowd watching it, as silent as I was coming to expect of them. At that point I was resigning myself to the possibility of these people not just being weirdos with one hell of an elaborate set-up. It was a real long-shot when I stepped through the Milk portal but now, with something as utterly brutal as that, I had to face that things were weird. Still, I wasn't going to let myself get overwhelmed. That's the worst thing someone could do in that situation, right? The way I saw it, the best possible way of dealing with this was to get savvy as fast as fucking possible. Lin claimed he was one of the fae. Whenever they fucked heroes over, it was playing on their ignorance and their assumptions, so being overly attentive and cautious looked to be the best way to handle myself. With that in mind, I looked at Lin, who continued walking forward and didn't even spare a glance back at me. He wasn't babysitting me. Clown had already caught back up to us, sorting out his ruffled appearance as much as he could, despite being drenched in off-coloured blood. He flashed me a quick grin, oddly it didn't look malicious but more reassuring. Or trying to be, at least. There were two more people of the crowd, this time two men wearing a light blue jacket and a green jacket. Clown dealt with them much the same way, smashing the blue jackets skull into the floor and merely throwing the green jacket into the crowd. Despite their attempts to do... something, we eventually made it across the stupidly long room of doom to stand before the throne with the black-clothed woman and the five whites. Now that they were closer, I could make out the whites symbols, if only barely. On their breasts they wore barely distinguishable snowflakes almost the same colour as their white jackets. All five of them had long, shoulder-length white hait styled to identical perfection. The only percievable differences between each of them aside from gender were the eyes. scarlet red, sky blue and leaf green for the guys and bright yellow and cyan for the girls. They each remained silent. The guy with red eyes looked up to the woman in black, apparently waiting on her. The woman in black stood. the dress she wore was reminiscent of the kind of dress a stereotypical aristocrat, the bodice clinging to her upper body distractingly, revealing enough to draw the eye of most men and get them in trouble with their significant other whilst the lower part of her dress concealed her almost wholly as the ebony black ruffled material spread out elegantly. Her face was hidden behind a black veil. However, the veil didn't stop her sing-song voice from echoing out across the hall for literally everyone to hear. "Welcome, Stonebearer. Thank you for accepting my invitation and escort to my Court." She greeted me. Jesus christ was that voice alluring. At that moment I felt like I was going to float up and go to her, floating on her voice Pepe le pew style. Still, that was kinda physically impossible and I was forcig myself mentally to try and stay focused. First I started by focusing my line of sight decidedly on the womans veiled face. As though I was looking her directly in the eyes. Next, I paused for yet another moment and deliberated my words carefully. Words were important here, especially because I could not do what Clown had done prior. Finally I steadied my voice which I knew would squeak if I blurted something out. Then I spoke. "You're welcome. Your man was quite convincing. May I ask who has invited me?" Good, no voice crack like a 13 year old. I just had to keep it to short sentences. Still, the person who answered me was not the woman in black herself. It was the cyan eyed white woman. "You have the distinct honour of being brought into the court of Queen Maeve, Monarch of the Winter court which presides over the Frozen Night and Mother to Lady Nyx. Eternal in her beauty and infinite in her inevitability" The Fuck?

Tres

8/10 Gotta love the witch

Milk doors do not lead to the the Land of Cows. No, instead it led to what looked like hell if they decided to take on an Arctic motif and bring in some interior designers. What surrounded me was what looked like the entrance hall of a traditional castle. I had to wonder how big the rest of the place was, seeing as this hall was literally the size of my house. There were torches with blue fire lining the icy brick walls that surrounded myself and, oddly enough, they actually worked. I think. The room was definitely more toasty than the theme would actually suggest. As the walls rose the brick began to smooth away into what looked like the walls of an ice cave as they curved over my head to form the ceiling. There was a large blue rug on the centre of the floor with an embroidery of a very large snowflake being flown around by a gust of wind. Now, I don't exactly have an eye for this stuff, but the detail on that rug was mind-blowing, the shimmering blue and white threads used made it look like the snowflake could melt beneath my feet. Aside from that the only really notable thing in the room was a large blue and white door, in keeping with the ice colour scheme. It looked like the kind of door that someone had obviously spent too much money and time making, with the incredibly ornate patterns swirling around on the side of the door. I stood gawking for a few seconds, Lin and Clown walked in. However, in the seconds when I stepped through the portal and stood looking at the room, their entire attire had changed. They each now wore what looked like some sort of uniform, if the uniform looked swanky as all hell.They each wore silk tops that shifted and shimmered as they moved underneath the navy blue blazer they wore on top. Their trousers looked to be fashioned of a similar quality, some sort of light material, the same shade of colour as their jackets which had an embroidered eye over the heart. Their simple black leather shoes made no noise at all as they gracefully stepped onto the snowflake rug. At least the clown wasn't in a fucking bikini anymore... It wasn't until I looked closely that I saw that their tops weren't made of shimmering silk, but some sort of crystalline chain mail with links so small I could barely tell they were links at all. My patrons wearing armour? Even if I did question how they changed so fast, there was a more pressing question on my mind. Did I need armour too? "Speak only when spoken to, accept no offerings and for the love of all you hold dear, think about what you say. You may survive this Court." Clown said to me. There was no smile on his face. They both walked towards the door which began to open from the other side. I followed through with them. When I did, my brain had trouble deciding what to prioritise looking at. The room itself or the inhabitants of. The room itself was similar to the entrance hall, different in the fact that it made the hall look like a fucking slum and was the size of five football fields.. The torches shone in far more shades of blue and white and even green and purple to create a fantastic light show on the reflective surface of the icy walls. There was also various tables scattered around the room, fashioned after snowflakes, that held the kind of foods that made advertised food look unsightly, On the other hand there also dishes that did not look appetizing. Right next to a bowl of perfectly ripe apples you would find a rotting bear carcass. And no one was even glancing at it. A plate of food I couldn't even name but looked delicious were placed just to the right of a bowl of rotting eggs. Oh, they also had some doughnuts too, in case that struck your fancy too. Still, seeing as I had already ate (and was intent on keeping that down) I tried looking at the people in the room. Most of them were men, each looking as handsome as the next, with perfect faces and builds that would put most boybands to shame. There looked to be five different groups who wore the same colours and some sort of sigil, similar to the one on Lin's and Clown's own jackets. One set of people bore the same colours as Lin and Clown, the same Navy blue jacket with an eye over their heart. Then there were a group that bore light blue jackets and a cloud that seemed to be snowing on their own hearts. Then there were people with emerald green jackets and what looked a sprout for their sigil. Next was a much smaller group, though certainly no less noticeable. They were solely made up of women, from what I could see (not that I was complaining), wearing a purple sunrise on their own matching jacket. Of course I didn't stop to stare at that particular emblem. The situation seemed more serious than that. The last group, which seemed to consist of five people, two men and three women, wore entirely white attire. Evidently they were important , as they each stood before one woman sitting on a throne overlooking the entire room, wearing a pure black dress. I couldn't really make out many details though, seeing as they were very, very far away. Everyone looked to be in the midst of mingling as we entered but when I walked in literally the entire room went silent. The sound of my trainers squeaking against the smooth floor echoed across the hall. It was fucking unnerving, having everyone's sight locked onto me. I imagine it's what a stage actor feels like, minus not knowing what the fuck to say. ((Just setting up the scene here))

Bobby shrugged Vixens silence off. "Whatever, be a bitch if you want. Because that's always a great thing to do..." He remarked before heading after Krys and Takeshi. May as well see what's up. Knowledge is power... righ?

I'll update Bobby going upstairs for the training in a bit

I was gonna snark that by doing the exact same thing you did and quote myself but i'm simply going to eloquently refer you to the top of the page once more.

Elves are such a staple in folk-lore and fantasy that I've only got three types that cover all. -Houselves. Look at my name, take a guess -Pretty Elves. The ones that every first time RPer wants to play when starting with a fantasy, the ones that always somehow come to be fucking beautiful and wise for weird unexplained biological reasons. I've always hated these kinds of elves because so few books are real in how stuck up they really would be. What, their life-span makes them wiser, their society? How? Hell, those factors would just serve to make them think they're superior. Get out of here with that perfection shit. You know how many Elves you get in stories that are wise at the age of seventy? Compare that to GoT where anyone lucky enough to reach seventy had to fuck and get fucked by so many people that they just turned into callous dicks. Looking at you Frey. -Santa Elves. These bois make my presents. Gotta love 'em.

Why do people so easily jump to the idea of a complete, incapable cripple when the term "Disabled" comes up? Is it simply their experiences with the media? Did they learn it in school as they silently watched the one kid with a noticeable disability when they were in school? I've got a condition called a nystagmus and also short sightedness. This is, apparently, severe enough to where I am considered a disabled person and I need specific help. Apparently. The thing that has me angry is how the school followed a guideline on how to help me and didn't try to consult me in new ways that were better suited to dealing with a child when I was younger. For the past few years teachers have been wasting their time getting specific coloured paper because apparently I was rushed to answer if that colour of paper was easy for me to read. That time could go to helping a student who genuinely needs help for christs sake, even if it takes only a moment. Those moments could have been used to explain a concept to someone who didn't ever get it. I don't consider myself disabled, stop wasting your time on me. There are two possible consequences of my two eye conditions compounding: Limited sight, as suggested by the whole "Short" sightedness bit, and apparently faster fatigue. The latter is not a thing with me, I've told them time and again, I don't need a bigass sheet of paper, I can read without the 21+ font size, I don't need to carry around what is essentially an easel to elevate the paper, I don't need an exclusive laptop, I don't need a magnifying glass. Hell, I don't need to 25% extra exam time, I have literally never used it, stop treating me like I can't bloody read and stop insisting I take the help because it's there. Would you accept food from someone because they thought you were homeless, just for the free meal? Fuck no, at least I wouldn't all of this effort doesn't have to be wasted on me, go help someone else who needs it, literally all I have to do to fix my issue in the class is to move a seat forward. In my last ever maths exam, because the government ordered this for every student with sight, I was given physical models of shapes. That's just straight up fucking insulting. It makes me think that not only are they wasting time on me, they aren't even doing things right with the majority of those who genuinely need help. Despite my eye issues which, according to the school against my protests, I am quite possibly one of the most literate people in my school. I'm at least in the top percentile. So for the love of god stop assuming I can't distinguish V from fucking W.

Round 2: FAITO! -Jackasses who can't leave me be in peace when I'm clearly not interested in any kind of interaction -People who don't realise what they're saying and end up saying horribly crude, overly-sexual "Jokes" -Being depressed and angsty when I'm thirsty. Not fucking cool body. -People who ~think~ they can sing, I'm sorry but my ears aren't meant to bleed. -Fucking Malware -Fucking Adware -McAfees constant buggings to update. I UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU MUST DO, DO IT I ALREADY TOLD YOU TO AUTOMATICALLY DO IT -Shows that focus on specific groups of people to show them in a negative light. -Shows that focus on specific groups of people to show them in a negative light when I already see them in a negative light, looking at you Young, Welsh and Pretty Skint, stop making me sad about the human race. (Look it up, you'll understand) -People bashing terms like the friendzone when the term really is just what it says, a part of the relationship where you are friends. (The issue lies with the connotations, not the term itself) -People who try to be deep, philosophical geniuses in a setting that really doesn't need it. I don't wanna hear about your thoughts of death when studying tyvm. -Retarded decisions made by people detached from the people the decision affects (Not a political jab) -People who smoke with no regard for other people. Some people don't like second hand smoke, don't smoke in a place where most of the school has to pass by you. -That awkward moment when all of your friends schedules have conspired to leave you almost completely alone for the one break you get that day. God Bless Rob. -People that don't even try. At all. -Apathetic people who really have no reason to be as such -The moment when I realise I cannot plan a schedule down to the minute -People being prone to making assumptions based on their experience with the media and nothing else. Little less Peevs and more so general active dislikes

Well, you typically help out not only your friends but Pretty much random strangers too. Look at all the side-quests assuming you're nice enough to go out of your way for X reason. Such as finding the police or helping the little kid in Agate.

Bitch, bring it. We beat them all once, we'll damn well do it again.