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EX Lines - The Good, The Bad and The Ugly?

2020.08.29 17:56 VuLinhAssassin EX Lines - The Good, The Bad and The Ugly?

EX Lines - The Good, The Bad and The Ugly?
EX Lines, a.k.a post-oath lines, are additional lines for a shipgirl that can be unlocked once you swear an oath with said one. I have mixed feeling about this new system, and I want to discuss with you guys. Please share your opinion.
(spoiler alert, because my post will reveal EX lines of certain shipgirls)

The Good

Okay, so the good thing is that those lines often unlock a sweeter and more gentle side of a shipgirl that you gave ring.
Take Suruga as an example (one of many shipgirls who have EX lines), she is startled when you pat her head pre-oath, but then it changes to "pom pom" something once you give her ring (please look for it yourself). And believe me, said line is very very nice to listen to. The most dramatic change is her special touch line -- well, just like real life girlfriends or wives, they will tend to tolerate your lewd action more often.
Pre-oath Suruga's special touch line (EN client): Whuah?! What are you doing...?!
Post-oath Suruga's special touch line (EN client): Hahah, I know how much you enjoy doing lewd things like this.
As you can see, her attitude changes a lot. She is startled when you touch her... thing suddenly, but doesn't seem to mind much after oath, and consider that to be part of your habit. Suruga is kinda nice girl, but others might not be as gentle when you touch their thing pre-oath.

The Bad

Said lines don''t seem to carry over to their other skins. I guess this isn't a very bad thing, because new skins often incorporate lines that are different from normal one, and they tend not to be too aggressive or repulsive, and can also be sweeter and gentler. You buy Howe skin, you want to see her invite you to a date, but such line is only available on her default skin (post-oath, obviously).

She invites you to a date. What a babe.

The pre-oath line is used here (not all shipgirls have new Love Affinity line in their skin). In fact, none of her EX lines are carried over to her new skin.

The Ugly

And here comes the thing I fear the most: girls with EX lines might not be able to get their oath skin after all.
In Azur Lane, oath skins are considered to be the most important skin for anyone, despite its price being just 600 gems, since their... "mental" value is the highest among skins. Such examples are seen in Nimi, who finally managed to get her well-deserved oath skin after a long time, and thank God for not giving Nimi ex lines (still her oath skin, at this time of this writing, doesn't include new lines).
To make oath skin, two things must be included: new art and new voice lines (all oath skins have new lines, but because of... well, things that are happening around the globe, they might be slow to deliver). "But then you can make just EX lines, and you don't need to spend effort to make an oath skin anymore", is what I think from devs' perspective. So EX line system is just a way of delivering an incomplete version of oath skin, with new lines, but no new art.
Those are my personal thoughts, and this might not be true (and I wish it would be the case), so please share your thought about this matter.
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2020.08.18 18:46 OnlyAnEssenceThief Orpheus — Chapter 1

First (you are here) Next
The essence of being human is that one does not seek perfection. —George Orwell
“Lord Bismarck, are we going to die?”
Bismarck choked, dropping her ice cream cone as she leaned over, struggling to clear her throat. U-556 rushed to her aide, but Bismarck waved her off.
“I’m fine.” Bismarck managed, coughing. “Warn me before you say something like that, okay?”
U-556 nodded as Bismarck straightened, furrowing her brow.
“Are we going to die...” Bismarck repeated. “What makes you say that, Parzival?”
U-556 wrapped her arms around herself. “Well, you’ve been really busy lately, and you seem so sad. Even when Lady Tirpitz visits, you barely manage to smile…”
“We’re in the middle of a war, Parzival.” Bismarck replied, “It’s difficult for me to—”
“Don’t lie to me!” U-556 cried, balling her fists. “I’m not a little girl, Lord Bismarck; I’m your Parzival, from now until the end. Tell me the truth.”
U-556 began to tremble, and Bismarck reached out to comfort her before hesitating, averting her gaze. After a moment she knelt in front of U-556, and put a hand on her shoulder.
“It’s true, I’m worried about the war.” Bismarck confessed. “The situation has been getting worse, and some of us are starting to doubt if we can continue to hold out.” She smiled, squeezing U-556 tight. “But we’re not done yet, and as Chancellor I’ll do everything in my power to keep Ironblood alive; for you, for Tirpitz...and even for myself.”
Bismarck offered U-556 her hand, and the two rose up together.
“I can’t tell you much,” Bismarck said, “but we’ve been working on ways to turn the war to our advantage, and it starts by cutting off the Sirens’ convoy flow around the Royal Islands. For that to happen, everyone needs to give it their all. If we succeed—and I believe we will—then we’ll be one step closer to a peaceful future, and one step closer to a happy life. Can I count on you to make that life happen, Parzival?”
U-556’s eyes shimmered, and she gave a steadfast salute. “I won’t let you down, Lord Bismarck!”
Bismarck saluted back. “I know you won’t. Now, shall we return to the bunker?”
U-556 pouted, but she kept her spirits high. “Fine.”
U-556 raced ahead, and as Bismarck followed she reached into her breast pocket, fondling the drawing inside.
“I promise, 556—this time, we won’t fail.”

Franz Stigler was reading when Z23 burst through her door, struggling to catch her breath.
“Franz!” Z23 breathed, hands on her thighs. “We...we found them…”
“Good evening, Nimi.” Franz shut her book, glancing up at the destroyer. “Who did you find?”
Z23 took a deep breath, and lifted her head. “The Siren convoys, we found their main port.”
That was all Franz needed to hear. She strode over to the door, grabbing her trench coat before turning to Z23. “Let’s go.”
The pair briskly made their way through a maze of hallways, stopping at an inconspicuous concrete wall. Z23 untied a key from around her neck, twisted it into a small opening in the stone, and stepped back with Franz as the wall gave way to reveal a hidden elevator. Without hesitation they stepped into the elevator, and it plummeted into the depths below at breakneck pace.
When the elevator came to a stop, Z23 and Franz stepped out into a gigantic underground facility, one that dwarfed the bunker complex three kilometers above it. Around them thousands of Manjuu busied themselves with tasks, from logistics to construction to research and development. At the center of the facility sat a vast harbor, and Franz cursed as she noticed Manjuu still working on her superstructure.
“We’re cutting it close.” Franz muttered. “How long until my rigging is repaired?”
“Two hours.” Z23 worked as she walked, waving through an array of holograms at her fingertips. “Do you want the 410s for this operation?”
“No.” Franz watched the Manjuu load fighters onto her flight deck, tying them down in a hurry. “The 155s should be enough.”
The two arrived at a steel door, and Z23 punched in the code to allow them entry into the debrief room. There, Bismarck was waiting at a large round table with Eugen, Z2, Graf Zeppelin, and Franz’s task force.
“Alright, we’re all here.” Odin clapped, shutting off the lights. “Debrief has commenced. Eugen?”
Eugen smirked, activating a holographic globe at the center of the room.
“At 03:02, high-altitude reconnaissance planes with advanced infrared and ultraviolet cameras spotted a large asymmetrical shape off the coast of Aberdeen. Since then, several convoys have fizzled in and out of detection within a 5km radius of the shape, leading us to believe that this is a cloaked supply depot or something of the like.”
Across from Franz, Mainz frowned. “Something of the like…?”
“With Siren technology, it’s impossible to know what they’re hiding.” Eugen explained. “It could be a factory, a mothership, an artificial wormhole to the Siren homeworld, or all three. What matters is that this appears to be the main origin point of Siren convoys in the Atlantic, and it needs to be neutralized as soon as possible.”
“Which is where we come in, correct?” Friedrich der Große mused.
“The supply depot—code name ‘The Bakery’—is deep in contested territory, surrounded by a large electromagnetic field, and is presumably heavily guarded.” Z2 replied, rolling her eyes. “To make matters worse, it’s moving north at 5 knots an hour. Even if we wanted to risk a large offensive on the site, it would be long gone by the time we arrived.”
“Infiltrate the site, neutralize it, and get out alive.” Bismarck ordered, casting a glare at Roon. “Stealth first, slaughter second.”
Roon shrugged. “As you wish~.”
Bismarck stood up, standing tall before the room. “Any questions?”
Franz raised her hand. “How do we know that the neutralization of the target will have a significant effect on the Sirens’ convoys? For all we know, there could be dozens of these sites scattered around the Royal Islands.”
“We don’t.” Bismarck admitted. “That’s why your secondary objective is to attempt to acquire as much information as you can on the Sirens’ supply network. The more we know, the better. Anyone else?”
“This is a critical moment in the war.” Bismarck declared. “If that origin point escapes, then it’s only a matter of time until the Sirens decimate us through attrition. For the honor of Ironblood and the strength of our nation, that depot falls tonight. Dismissed.”
Franz steepled her fingers, pondering the situation. Her focus was interrupted by someone placing a cup of coffee in front of her, and she looked up to see Mainz simpering at her.
“Tired?” Mainz asked, motioning to the cup.
“Worried.” Franz corrected, accepting the coffee. “If the Sirens are cloaking supply depots, then they could be hiding anything in plain sight.” She chugged the coffee, handing the mug back to Mainz. “Who knows what else they have waiting in the mist.”
“It’s certainly concerning,” Mainz agreed, “but it doesn’t change our mission. We have to do what we can to slow the Sirens down, no matter the cost.”
Out of the corner of her eye, Franz saw Graf Zeppelin staring at her, arms crossed.
“No matter the cost…” Franz frowned, getting out of her chair. “Come on, the others are probably waiting for us.”
Sure enough, Odin was waiting for them outside the debrief room, with Friedrich der Große in tow.
“I’m assuming that Roon isn’t with you.” Odin guessed.
“Never is.” Franz said, stretching her shoulders. “What’s the plan?”

Once Franz’s rigging was repaired, the task force set out at nightfall. They sailed in a circular formation with Franz in the center, sliding through the waves as they closed in on their target. It took two hours to reach Aberdeen, but not a single word was spoken during the trip.
Odin raised her hand to stop the others, coming to a halt as her hammer picked up an electric current ahead. She gestured to Mainz, who activated a Siren Wisdom Cube they had brought with them, disguising their presence as a Siren convoy coming in for resupply. Mainz carefully crossed through the invisible electromagnetic field, signalling the others forward when nothing happened. A half-hour passed before they gained a visual of their target: A giant black mass drifting through the darkness.
After torpedoing the Siren Wisdom Cube towards the front of the mass, the task force slinked toward the back to search for returning supply vessels. Upon finding one, the group leapt onto the back, sneaking into the cargo bay as the ship slowly crept toward the mass. A giant opening slid open before the ship, and it entered the mass as the opening closed behind it.
Franz listened carefully, her ear pressed against a cargo bay wall. At first, she could hear nothing but the sound of the ship coasting through the water, but soon the whirring of machinery began to buzz in the distance. Franz nodded at the group, and they climbed off the ship before dipping underneath it, clinging onto its hull as it crept into the light at the end of the cavernous entryway. When the ship finally came to a halt, Mainz peeked out with a periscope, scanning the area before giving the all clear. The task force surfaced, discarding their snorkels before climbing into what appeared to be a well dock inside the mass.
“Quite the open auditorium.” Friedrich der Große observed, tossing aside her dry suit. “The acoustics must be lovely in here.”
“It’s empty, too.” Franz added, wringing seawater out of her hair. “Where’s the power plant, Odin?”
Odin raised her hammer, closing her eyes as she swept it across the dock. “700 meters northeast, it’s huge.”
“The bigger they are…” Franz turned to Roon. “Take point, silent kill on sight.”
Roon beamed. “On it!”
The group gradually made their way into the depths of the facility, constantly on the lookout for humanoid Sirens or surveillance cameras. When a Siren was spotted the task force would pause while Roon slithered behind them, smiling as she snapped their neck. By the time the squadron reached the engine room, over a dozen corpses laid in Roon’s wake.
Franz walked into the engine room, casually stepping over a Siren corpse as she looked around. “Fusion power?”
“Antimatter.” Mainz sat down at the reactor’s control panel and pulled a flash drive out of her pocket. “It’s efficient, potent, and deadly. If the containment chamber ruptures, the entire facility would be disintegrated.”
“How long do you need?” Franz asked.
“Fifteen minutes if we’re lucky.”
“It’s doable, but difficult.” Odin surmised. “One way in, one way out; great for the defense, terrible for the escape.”
Franz mulled it over. “You’re sure we saw no cameras on our way here?”
Odin tilted her head. “Not a single one. Why, what do you have in mind?”
“A distraction.”
A minute later, Franz rushed out of the engine room and back the way they came with Roon and Friedrich in tow. When they were back at the well dock, the trio activated their riggings in a flash.
“Good acoustics, right?” Franz recalled, raising her flight deck. “Let’s see how good they actually are.”
Franz’s fighters soared off her flight deck, filling the large chamber with an incessant drone. Next to Franz, Friedrich der Große gracefully lifted her batons in the air, breathing in the moment.
Orphée aux Enfers — Galop Infernal!”
Friedrich swung into motion, her rigging’s primary, secondary, and anti-aircraft guns booming to life in perfect rhythm as the 9th symphony came to life. As the melody began so too did the destruction of the dock, and the entire room was thrown into disarray as shells of all sizes filled the air. Franz promptly joined in with her planes, and the dock erupted into flames as supply ships and infrastructure alike were punched with high-explosive lead.
It took less than five seconds for the Sirens to respond to the commotion, with designs of all kinds swarming into the room in the dozens to neutralize the threat. Unfortunately, they didn’t get far; Roon was waiting for them.
With deranged laughter Roon flashed forward, tearing through the Sirens as she slaughtered them one by one. The first Siren had their spine severed, the second was skinned. The third had their organs ripped out, and the fourth lost their limbs. Nothing could stop the torrent of force as she was completely unhinged, and soon all but one entrance into the dock were choked with Roon’s mutilated victims.
Franz ducked and weaved through the chaos as she fought, shooting her secondaries at anything that moved. For the first time in her life, Franz regretted not having her half-sister’s absurd 15cm cannons, but she made do as her fighters flourished in the room through strafing everything in sight.
Ten minutes… Franz thought, barely stopping in time to avoid a Siren that had been punted by Roon. Seems fair.
Franz reloaded her secondaries, turned around, and charged back into the fray.
Odin calmly leaned beside the door leading into the engine room, eyes closed. She could hear lasers and artillery fire in the distance, occasionally accompanied by a high-pitched scream that could only be from some unlucky bastard getting their vocal cords ripped out; the distraction was going well.
“Shit…” Mainz poured over the data coming in through the terminal, monitoring the download on one screen and the virus on another. “This is worse than we thought.”
Odin sighed. “How bad?”
“Global supply network with dozens of these depots scattered across the globe. Most seem concentrated around developing infrastructure on occupied territory, but there are enough stations in the Atlantic to keep us occupied for years.”
Odin pinched her nose. “Of course there are. What about the Americans?”
“Still alive.” Mainz confirmed. “Looks like the Sirens are focused on destroying them first with massive operations off both coasts. They’re not having much luck, though.”
“Well, that explains why we aren’t dead yet.” Odin unsheathed her sword, peering out into the corridor. “Anything else?”
Mainz began scrolling through the files, but froze. “Yeah.” She managed, “There’s...something, alright.”
Odin paused, looking back at Mainz. Mainz was staring at a blown up image on the monitor, a colossal structure that vaguely resembled Antarctica.
“We found their mothership.”

Mainz and Odin sprinted through the facility, slashing through any Sirens left in the halls. They reached the entrance to the dock, and Mainz gagged at the stench coming from the room while Odin whistled.
“Now that’s a sight to behold.”
The dock was unrecognizable from before, oil and blood spilled across the floor amidst vigorous fires and giant piles of rubble. Every ship in the dock had been completely obliterated, and dead Sirens filled the area like ants on an anthill. Towards the edge of the dock, Franz and Friedrich were recovering from the battle while Roon gleefully toyed with the few living Sirens left, torturing them with cruel and unusual punishment.
“Fifteen minutes, done.” Franz grimaced, relocating her shoulder. “Was it worth our time?”
“Definitely.” Odin assured. “Explosives go off in an hour, we should leave while we still can.”
“Roger.” Franz glanced at Roon. “We’re leaving Roon, say goodbye to your playmates.”
Roon’s shoulders slumped, but she grinned at the remaining Siren.
“Sorry, but I have to go.” she said, raising her hands. “Don’t worry though, I’ll make this quick.”
Franz averted her gaze, and walked over to the convoy they had come in on, now capsized and split in half. Mainz walked up to her, and Franz caught the look in her eyes.
“Chin up.” Franz ordered, patting Mainz on the back. “Mission accomplished, depot destroyed.”
Mainz shook her head. “It hardly matters when they have five ready to replace it.”
Franz hesitated, then squeezed Mainz’s hand.
“It’ll be fine.” Franz promised. “One step at a time.”
Mainz bit her lip, but nodded. Suddenly, she felt someone put a hand on her shoulder, and she looked over to see the rest of the group at her side, smiling at her reassuringly.
“Alright.” Mainz said, clasping her hands. “Let’s head home.”
The task force had gotten well away from the supply depot when it imploded, a miniature sun lighting the sky for the blink of an eye. The group braced themselves as the shockwave followed, a powerful ripple pushing them back a couple meters before passing.
“We’re not gonna get swept away by a tsunami, are we?” Franz asked, brushing herself off.
Odin shrugged. “I doubt it, the blast was largely contained by the depot’s size.”
“Good,” Franz reckoned, “because we’re just getting started.”
So continued the adventures of Task Force Orpheus.
Welcome to my second AL fanfiction, Orpheus. After early feedback on Seabed, I decided to make a fanfic that would be more accessible to Ironblood fans as a whole rather than submarine fans alone. I'm going to work on Seabed concurrently with Orpheus, but as always coursework takes priority.
Orpheus is the story of Task Force Orpheus, a covert Ironblood special operations unit comprised of Ironblood's five priority ships to date: Roon, Friedrich der Große, Odin, Mainz, and an OC: Franz Stigler, an Ironblood carrier that represents a heavy modification of Graf Zeppelin's design. While I do want to characterize Franz, I also intend to give an equal amount of spotlight to the other PR ships as well since this is a story about Orpheus as a whole, not a single member alone. Hopefully you enjoy the fic, and as always comments and criticism are welcome.
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2020.07.02 13:21 Anjeez929 Translation Help for a character reference sheet

I'm making a character sheet for a character based off the language Toki Pona and I need help translating this sheet into Toki Pona.
Name: Nickname: Age (looks): Age (general): Age (specific): Birthday: COB: TOB (if they were): Personality: Real, made up or character from TV (or none): Animal (if it is): Planet: Race: Zodiac (if it has one): A,K,T,T or B?: Colour pallet: Profile picture: Happy (📷): Sad (📷): Angry (📷): Embarrassed (📷): Frustrated: Hehe?: Content (📷): Excited (📷): Neutral: Other (if any other, tell me what mood it is, otherwise I might be confused): Allergy?: Sickness?: Family: Other form?: Front view: Back view: Clothing (if they wear any): Powers?: EXTRA!!!!!!!!:

Here are the translations I got so far
Nickname=nimi ante
Date of birth=tenpo pi open lon
Country of birth=ma pi open lon
Town of Birth=ma tomo pi open lon
Real, Made up, or TV=lon ala lon
Zodiac=sike soweli
A,T,K,T or B=jan lili anu jan suli
Colour pallet=kule
Profile picture=sitelen
Happy=pilin pona
Sad=pilin ike
Angry=pilin seli
Neutral=pilin ala
Other=pilin ante
Sickness=ike jaki
Family=kulupu jan
Other form=sijelo ante
Front View=sinpin
Back View=monsi
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2020.05.11 18:31 BrotherFluffy Biscuits with Bismarck, Chapter 5

And we return for the conclusion of Biscuits with Bismarck! As always, you can read it on Fanfiction here, and you can check out more of my works here. Enjoy!
A week had passed since that fateful day, and things, as we predicted, had indeed gotten very busy. Reports had been filed, and I was fielding calls and briefings with High Command on a daily basis. They were rightly concerned with the idea of the Sirens hollowing out islands to set up as hidden forward bases, especially given the number of said islands that were close to our headquarters. But even with all the chaos and reports and general busywork that accompanied such a major threat to security, against all the odds, I managed to find time every day to meet with Bismarck for tea and biscuits. Granted, it was usually at lunch, so it was less tea and biscuits and more sandwiches and coffee, but we both agreed that traditions must be upheld. Even ones that barely lasted a day.
We were finishing one such lunch that Friday when Bismarck spoke up. “So, how’s the rumor mill going?” she asked as she dabbed the corners of her mouth with a napkin.
I smiled ruefully and shrugged. “It’s blowing up bigger than I expected. The story of the valiant Lord Bismarck rushing in with a massive fleet to fight off an entire hidden Siren base just to save four of her comrades has really set the imagination of the entire harbor alight. I’m sure U-556’s generous appraisal of your skills in battle since she got back has only exacerbated the situation.”
She leaned back in her chair with a soft sigh, but I saw the corners of her mouth twitch upward in a slight smile. From what I’d heard from Z23 and a few others, she and U-556 had been spending a bit more time together, which I took to be a good sign. “Her heart’s in the right place, I’ll give her that.”
“Speaking of U-556, that reminds me, I have a few pieces of good news.” I fished an envelope out of my jacket pocket and slid it across the table to Bismarck. She raised an eyebrow at me, but took the envelope and began to open it.
I watched and awaited her response as she read the brief letter contained within. “...Naval Service Medal for courageous conduct. So, U-556’s earned herself a medal from Azur Lane itself?”
“High Command was pretty resistant to it, considering those are supposed to go to Azur Lane personnel specifically and factions are supposed to issue awards to their own ships, but I pulled a few strings and made a strong push for it. Kid went through hell and came up swinging. As far as I’m concerned, she earned that medal.”
“That she did…” Bismarck agreed as she began to stare off into space, a thoughtful expression on her face.
I waited for a few seconds for her to come back down to earth before I asked, “Penny for your thoughts?”
That snapped her back to reality, blinking as she looked over at me. “Oh! Entschuldige, I had an idea…”
“I’d love to hear it,” I said with a smile, leaning forward in my chair.
“Just thinking that if Azur Lane is awarding U-556 a medal, the Iron Blood would be remiss in not doing the same for one of its ships. And perhaps we could use this...gossip to our advantage at the same time.”
“What did you have in mind?”
“The Iron Blood has been a partner to Azur Lane, but more often than not a silent partner. No longer. I propose a banquet to welcome our comrades from other nations, and to honor U-556 for her gallant service.” She sat up straight in her chair as she spoke, becoming the regal and proud ruler of the Iron Blood. It was strange sometimes, watching her slip into this regal and formal...persona...for lack of a better word. The more time we spent together, the more I noticed it. It didn’t even seem to be a conscious decision on her part, she just...shifted gears and became Bismarck, Lord of the Ironblood.
In any case, it was a good idea, but I wasn’t expecting it from her. “I thought you’d hate the idea of hosting a banquet, being the center of attention,” I remarked.
Bismarck visibly deflated and slumped back into her chair. “I absolutely hate it,” she sighed, “But as leader of the Iron Blood, there are things that I must say and do that I do not believe in.”
“The burdens of leadership.”
“Indeed. But we can’t lose sight of who we are. For me, I don’t want to lose sight again, and I hope you never do…” Her expression grew morose and I reached over to her, taking her hand in mine.
“I hope so, too,” I smiled warmly, “But if I ever do, I hope I have your courage, strength, and will to find my way back.”
A blush spread across her cheeks as she looked away, a faint smile returning to her face. “You are too kind, Herr Kommandant. I still have a long way to go.”
“Maybe,” I shrugged, “but this is a good step. You’ll be more than just this mysterious figure of myth and legend. You’ll be seen as an actual flesh-and-blood woman, and it will help to have people continue to see you in a positive light. Just because a journey is long, it doesn’t mean that it’s not worthwhile.”
Bismarck fixed me with an approving look. “That’s a very wise statement.”
I couldn’t help but smile sheepishly and shrug my shoulders. “Thanks. I have them from time to time.” We looked into each other’s eyes, still holding hands as we knew the moment would be upon us soon.
Right on cue, Z23 cleared her throat, getting our attention. At least we had stopped jumping by that point. “Herr Kommandant, there is-”
“A matter that requires my attention back in my office, thank you, Nimi,” I finished as my hand slipped from Bismarck’s. It seemed every time we started to get close, Z23 would interrupt with an urgent message and both of us had started to take notice. Neither of us thought Nimi was doing it on purpose, but the timing was amusing and uncanny, to say the least. The destroyer stared at me with a quizzical expression on her face as I stood up while Bismarck did her best to hide her bemused grin.
“Have I been saying that a lot?” Nimi asked with a worried tone.
“A little bit,” I admitted, “But don’t worry about it, if I’m needed, I’m needed.” As I stood up, I picked up my cap and turned to face Bismarck with a smile. “Until we meet again, Lord Bismarck. Auf Wiedersehen.”
Auf Wiedersehen, Herr Kommandant,” she replied, bowing her head slightly. “Until next time.”
The next morning, I woke up and decided to take things easy for a bit. It was a Saturday, and as such, I had no appointments or meetings scheduled, and the little bit of paperwork that remained at the office could wait awhile. So I made myself a cup of coffee and a leisurely breakfast and watched the sun come up over the base.
After a brief shower, I was getting dressed when I heard a knock on my door. I glanced at the clock as I went to answer it, making sure I wasn’t running too late. When I opened the door, I found U-556 standing there with a broad grin on her face. She snapped to attention, saluted smartly, and proudly declared, “Lord Bismarck requests your presence!”
Again, I glanced back at the clock, then at my wristwatch to make sure neither of them stopped working. “Now?” I ask, still confused.
U-556 eagerly nodded. “Yep! ‘As soon as possible’, were her exact words.”
My interest was now well and truly piqued. If my watch was correct and it was still mid-morning, it wouldn’t be tea-time, certainly not lunchtime, and barring some sort of major issue, not anything related to base operations. “Well, uh...give me five minutes and I’ll be right over. Usual meeting place?”
“Nope! She said to meet you in the banquet hall and if you don’t know where that is, I, Parzival of the seas, shall aid you once more!” U-556 giggled and I couldn’t help but chuckle at her infectious enthusiasm.
“Your assistance is most appreciated, U-556. Be right back.” She beamed back at me, rocking back and forth on her heels as I closed the door to get changed.
While I was fairly certain of where the banquet hall was, I decided to humor U-556...and I didn’t want to get lost on my own base. While the Royal Navy got the most use out of it, it was open to any of the factions, provided you booked it ahead of time. And when I stopped to check the registry, written in her flowing script, was Bismarck’s reservation, two weeks from now. I did some calculations in my head and agreed with the date-that should be plenty of time to get everything sorted and prepared.
Finally, U-556 stopped in front of one of the anterooms and gestured for me to go inside. I patted her on the head and went in, almost stopping dead in my tracks as soon as I did. Inside the anteroom, sitting near the far wall, was a beautiful grand piano. It’s polished ebony surface shined, and as I drew closer, I noticed the edges were gilded as well. I made a noise of joy and surprise as I quickly walked over to it, running my hands lightly over the keys, inspecting the entire instrument, and marveling at just how well made it was.
“Ah, I see you’ve found it already, good.” Bismarck’s voice snapped me back to reality and I turned to see her standing in the doorway. The first thing I noticed was her outfit. Instead of her typical uniform, she was wearing a cream-colored cable-knit turtleneck sweater and tan khakis. Even when in such casual dress, she was still a stunning, beautiful woman, and it was all I could to keep my jaw from hitting the floor.
My staring, once again, did not go unnoticed and she looked herself up and down before glancing back at me. “Was? Haven’t you ever seen me in this before?”
I dumbly shook my head and she giggled softly. “Good. This was the first time I’ve worn it outside of the dorms. Since it was the weekend, and since I wanted to be discrete, I thought I would try something more casual. Plus, when people see me, they see the uniform as much as they see the woman. Perhaps they won’t even notice me out and about today.”
It was about that time that my brain kicked back into gear and I could do more than nod mutely. “We’ll find out come Monday,” I finally said. “If everyone’s talking about Bismarck’s new look, then we’ll know it didn’t work. But if nobody notices, as the old saying goes, no news is good news.”
“An excellent point,” she conceded. “And what do you think? Would you be able to spot me in a crowd or on the street?”
“Honestly, at first, it took me a second,” I admitted, “But only a second. You’re a hard woman to forget or ignore. I’m also a little bit biased so I’m probably not the same as the person on the street who’s only heard of you or seen you in uniform.”
Bismarck thought it over, then nodded in agreement. “True. In any case, as you said, we’ll find out how that went later. For now, I wanted to show you this,” She gestured towards the grand piano. “It took some doing, but I managed to have them import this from Wilhelmshaven. I had them ship it over under the pretense of using it for the banquet, which we will, but...I wanted to present it to you. It will be here until the banquet, and then afterward we will move it to the Iron Blood dorms and made available to you whenever you wish.”
“Th-thank you,” I said, stunned by her generosity. “This is...this is amazing.”
“It was the least I could do for you after all you have done for the Iron Blood,” she paused for a moment, shaking her head. “Nein. After all you have done for me. This is a gift from me, personally, to you, Herr Kommandant. I hope you will accept it, and the spirit it was presented in.”
“It’s overwhelming,” I replied, “And I cannot thank you enough for a gift this generous. But if you like, I could play you something?”
Her smile lit up not just the room, but the entire banquet hall. “That would be wonderful.”
I sat down at the piano and cracked my fingers, getting as comfortable as possible as Bismarck stood behind me, her arms draping over my shoulders. “Any requests?”
“Moonlight Sonata.”
I grinned at her request. It would seem she has a very good memory. “As Lord Bismarck wishes,” I quipped and began to play. It had been a while since I last played, and even with muscle memory, I made more than my fair share of mistakes. But as the song went on and I felt my fingers fall into the old familiar patterns, I was able to close my eyes and lose myself in the beautiful music.
When the song came to its end, I waited for the last note to fade away before letting out a long, satisfied sigh. I leaned my head back to look up at Bismarck, who was looking down at me with a soft smile. We looked into each other’s eyes, becoming lost in the simple joy of being in each other’s company.
“You play quite well,” she said softly after a while.
“Glad you enjoyed it, it’s been a while for me.”
“You seemed to shake the rust off pretty quickly. Listening to you play...I felt calm, at peace, almost.”
“Even the…?”
“The scherzo?” She finished for me. When I nodded, she shook her head slightly, some of her blonde hair spilling over her shoulders and draping over mine. “It has fallen silent for the most part. It’s still there, but even when everything is quiet, it still remains a quiet background noise, like a fan in the distance. Perhaps it was simply my own self-doubt or a seed planted in my head by the traitorous Sirens, but I do know that I have you to thank for helping to silence it, Herr Kommandant.”
“I’m glad that I was able to do my own small part in helping you find happiness, Bismarck,” I smiled back up at her. Her own smile faltered and I felt a sudden surge of anxiety. Did I say something wrong? Too much? Not enough?
Mein Kommandant, may I speak frankly?” she asked solemnly and I nodded as my smile faded. She took a seat next to me and tucked some of her golden hair behind her ear before speaking. “I’m not the best at expressing myself, but...I want you to know I’ve enjoyed the time we’ve spent together. I’ve always had to be the solemn, proud leader of the Iron Blood, spearheading our mighty fleet. The Bismarck that wrestled with her true feelings, who struggled to express herself, who wanted to set aside her burden, even for just a little while...I had to lock her away. But with you, I can let her out, try and express be me. And I am forever grateful for that. You’ve been a true friend…” her voice trailed off, and I suspected there was more that she wanted to say.
“I feel a ‘but’ coming on…”
She chuckled softly and nodded, taking my hand in hers. “Quite so. You’ve been a true friend, but it feels like...more. I’ve never had many friends where I could just be myself before, but...this…” she gestured between us, “...this feels different. Am I wrong? Is this just friendship? Or is this just more?”
Bismarck, once again, was spot on. This was becoming far more than friends, even best friends. So many times I found myself lost in those beautiful grey eyes of hers, taken in by her beauty, her strength, and at the same time, her vulnerability and humanity. I shook my head. “No, you’re right. This is more. Or it can be, if you want it to be. I wake up in the morning and I find myself thinking about you. You’re the favorite part of my day and I want you in my life as much as possible. If you feel the same way, that is.”
“I do!” Bismarck blurted out, and we both chuckled at her enthusiasm. “So...what do we do now about it?”
“I...uh...I don’t know, exactly,” I answered, “Normally Z23 interrupts us well before now.”
She threw her head back and laughed, the melodic sound echoing throughout the anteroom. “Well then, we’d best not waste any more time before she gets here, then.” With that, she cups my cheeks and pulls me close for a hungry kiss. I barely have any time to register the surprise before it is overridden by the tidal wave of passion and joy finally allowed to come to the surface. We fiercely embrace one another, holding each other close as we finally allow ourselves to truly express how we feel for one another. When we finally break for air, gasping and gulping in great lungfuls, Bismarck gave me the most euphoric smile I’ve ever seen, and I’m sure I was giving one just as ecstatic as hers.
“I have to admit,” I grinned, “I really like the way you’re expressing yourself right now.”
“Oh? Then we’re going to need to do this more often then…”
The next couple of weeks flew by, and before I knew it, I was getting ready for the big night. As I looked myself over in the full-length mirror, I made a few last-minute adjustments just to make sure everything was in its proper place. Once that was done, I grabbed my ceremonial cutlass and made sure it was affixed properly on my belt. Normally I would never wear this outside of something as serious as a court-martial or a visit by High Command, but I would need my blade before the night’s end. Nothing dark or violent, I assure you, but I would need it all the same. One last adjustment of my jacket and sash, and I was ready to go.
While Bismarck and I would not be able to the banquet hall together, she still asked me to stop by her dorm to get my opinion on her dress for the evening and help “with something”. What that something was, I had no idea, but I imagined I would find out shortly.
After making my way through the dorms, I knocked on her door and waited for her response. Whatever I was planning on saying, it left my mind as soon as she opened the door and took my breath away. She wore a black silk evening gown that managed to be both seductive and militaristic at the same time. The dress hugged her curves, with the material slit up to her upper thigh, revealing black stockings and quite a bit of bare skin. Her left shoulder was also bare, but the right shoulder had a gold epaulet and half-cape, along with several gilded braids and ribbons that attached to her ship’s personal heraldry. Flared, black, fingerless gloves and a cane topped with a Maltese cross and anchor completed the ensemble.
Guten abend, Mein Liebling,” she greeted me with a playful smile, knowing full well the effect that dress was having on me. “Do you like the outfit?”
“I love it!” I exclaimed, “It’s beautiful on you.”
“Flatterer. You say that about everything I wear.”
I grinned and shrugged. “Well, everything looks beautiful on you.”
“..and what about nothing at all?” she asked with a tentative smile on her face, her cheeks red.
My eyes grew as wide as dinner plates and I felt my cheeks burn at what she was suggesting. “That...ah….that would be a glorious sight…” I managed to get out.
“Tonight, then” she promised, “After the banquet.”
If I wasn’t already excited for tonight before, well, I was doubly so now. I couldn’t keep the eager smile off my face as I nodded. “Tonight,” I repeated. “In the meantime, you said you needed my help with something?”
“Ah, yes,” her smile faded somewhat, replaced by one of embarrassment. “While the banquet does extend an open invitation to any and all who wish to attend, I wanted to extend a personal invitation to Tirpitz. But...apologies, I’m still not sure how to invite her myself. Could you…?”
“Of course,” I answered her unfinished question. “I’d be happy to. Which room is hers?”
Danke. Take the hall to the left and two doors down.”
“I’ll go and get her, then. See you at the banquet hall, Mein Schatzi,” I said and we both leaned in for a quick kiss.
We lingered for a brief moment, our lips brushing against each other’s before parting again. “See you soon,” she replied before she slipped off down the hall and I went off in search of Tirpitz’s room.
Following Bismarck’s directions, I managed to find it without any trouble, and once again, knocked on the door of Bismarck-class ship. This time I was waiting for a few moments before Tirpitz answered, wearing almost the exact same evening gown as Bismarck. Hers, though, was a brilliant white and her epaulet was on her left side instead of her right, along with her own personal heraldry. She looked me up and down and smirked slightly.
“Bismarck couldn’t think of a way to invite me to the party and asked you to come, hmmm?” she remarked. I opened my mouth to speak and she shook her head to cut me off. “It’s alright, Herr Kommandant. We’d best not keep her waiting for too long.”
As we made our way to the banquet hall, I decided to pry a little bit into her relationship with her sister. “So…” I began nonchalantly, “How’re things going with Bismarck?”
“Truthfully,” she sighed, “I still have a hard time talking to her...but things are getting better. It feels like the ice is slowly melting between us. One day, we will be as true sisters should, but we aren’t there yet. And what about you, hmmm? You and she are growing especially close, ja?”
Ja,” I agreed with a smile. We were still keeping our relationship somewhat hidden, so I couldn’t say much about it. “She means a lot to me.”
“Good. She needs more people in her life who are as honest with their feelings as you are, and I think you and her are good for each other, for what it’s worth.”
“It’s worth quite a bit, Tirpitz. Thank you.”
Bitte.” She paused a moment before eyeing me up and down again. “So what is with the sword?”
We arrived to find the banquet in full swing, with girls from all the nations in attendance. Most were keeping to their own factions, but more than a few were mingling among the others. I caught sight of Z23 in an excited exchange with Javelin while Ayanami and Laffey laconically looked on and Zuikaku and Enterprise discussing what looked to be some sort of aerial maneuvers. And there, at the end of the red carpet, on a gilded throne of ebony, sat Bismarck, who seemed to be in a pleasant exchange with Hood. I decided not to interrupt them and mingled a bit, waiting for the two of them to go their own separate ways.
Once Hood curtseyed and took her leave, I made my way to the throne. As I approached, I noticed that a large broadsword was propped up against it, and not for the first or last time that night, my curiosity was piqued.
“Lord Bismarck,” I greeted her, bowing low before her regal gaze. “I am at your service.”
She acknowledged my greeting with a raised eyebrow and a playful smirk. “Danke, Herr Kommandant. Your service is always appreciated.”
“So how’s the evening going thus far?”
“Better than I’d hoped,” she smiled. “Everyone is having a good time, everything is running efficiently and on schedule, and all I have to do to keep people happy is to sit here with a smile.”
I raised an eyebrow in a gesture of mock surprise. “Just sit there? But what about a dance?”
Bismarck blinked in surprise and sputtered, “A dance...? Oh, no, I wouldn't turn one down, I just haven't been asked until now…”
Just then, the music shifted to a waltz, and a triumphant smile crossed my face. “It would seem that ‘now’ has arrived.” I bowed to her, with my hand outstretched. “Lord Bismarck, will you give me the honor of a dance with you?”
Bismarck blushed furiously, but she couldn’t keep the smile on her face. “As you wish, Mein Kommandant,” she acquiesced and placed her hand in mine.
All eyes were on us as I led her out to the dance floor and turned to face her. Bismarck was still smiling, but I could sense how nervous she was. “Well, if they didn’t know about us before, they will now,” she weakly joked.
I shrugged, placing a hand on her hip in preparation for the dance. “Let ‘em talk. Let’s just focus on the now.”
“Speaking of, it’s been...a long while since I’ve danced. Be gentle.”
“It’s alright, I’ve never done the waltz with anyone before,” I laughed softly. “Guess we’ll just figure this out as we go together.”
Bismarck smiled, “There isn’t anyone else I’d rather have at my side than you.”
I smiled back at her and with a quick, reassuring squeeze of her hand, we began to dance. As we glided around the banquet hall, I finally understood what Bismarck meant all those weeks ago. It was all I could do to focus on the music, the steps, and the person in my arms. You truly do shut out all else, whatever worries or cares you have, whatever people are thinking about you, there’s no room for it. You are simply following your hearts and the beat of the music. I looked into Bismarck’s eyes and saw only joy and happiness, without even a hint of melancholy or regrets. I think, for the first time in a long while, she was truly happy.
It seemed to last for only a few seconds, but before we knew it, the music had stopped, the crowd was applauding, and we were out of breath. Bismarck and I shared a knowing look and laughed before bowing to the crowd and making our way off the dance floor for others who wished to follow.
“Oh, how I’ve missed that!” Bismarck whispered excitedly, her smile still broad and beaming. “I’d almost forgotten how much fun that can be.”
“I certainly understand what you mean now,” I agreed. “That amazing experience. Thank you.”
There was a twinkle in her eye and her smile somehow grew larger. “Would you like to go again?” I couldn’t help but smile back.
We continued to dance for some time, and while I would have loved to have danced the entire night away with my beautiful lady, we needed time to rest and prepare ourselves for the ceremonies to come.
As things finally began to wind down for everyone else, Bismarck signaled for the band to stop. As people took notice of the sudden silence, she then tapped on her wine glass with a spoon, the soft yet shrill noise quickly grabbing everyone’s attention.
“My fellow compatriots,” she began, her voice loud and strong, “Thank you so much for coming and enjoying the hospitality of the Iron Blood. But as you know, this is not just for pleasure, it is to honor one who has been of great service to the Iron Blood, and myself, personally. U-556, step forward!”
The throng of shipgirls parted to reveal U-556, her normal attire gone in favor of a white party dress with black trim. She quickly made her way down the red carpet, stopped in front of Bismarck, and saluted sharply. “U-556, reporting!”
Bismarck slowly stood and returned the salute with one of her own. “U-556, in recognition of your valorous deeds in service of the Iron Blood, it is my distinct and extreme honor to award you the Knight’s Cross, with Oak Leaves.” Tirpitz stepped forward from behind the throne, medal case in hand, and Bismarck took the decoration from the box. She bowed before U-556 and affixed the medal to her chest. U-556, for her part, was beaming bright enough to light up the entire eastern seaboard, her eyes beginning to well up with tears. Bismarck caught that as well and quietly said, “No tears just yet, little Parzival. We’re not quite finished here.”
When Bismarck stood, she smartly saluted U-556, who returned it with one of her own. “This, however, is not the end of commendations for U-556. Our own Kommandant from Azur Lane has an award to bestow upon Parzival as well.”
I stepped forward as Bismarck stepped to the side, saluting U-556 with a smile before addressing the crowd. “It is rare that Azur Lane give any awards to any single member-nation, but in light of U-556’s heroism and dedication, it has been decided that she has earned just that. U-556, in light of your heroic actions against superior Siren forces, and steadfast devotion to safeguarding others, Azur Lane presents you with the Naval Service Medal for valorous conduct in combat. You have upheld the highest traditions of naval service, and earned the respect and honor of Azur Lane. Congratulations.”
Bismarck appeared at my side, medal case in hand, and I pinned the platinum award to the left of Bismarck’s, giving Parzival a little wink and a grin as I did so. I straightened up and saluted smartly, which she returned again. I then surprised nearly everyone in the crowd when I announced. “But that is not the only award!”
A murmur ran through the crowd, and even U-556 looked confused by what was going on. Only Bismarck and Tirpitz, who had been kept in the loop, kept proud smiles on their faces. “As you all know, we have many knights in many of our factions. But what we do not have is a knightly order for Azur Lane itself. That ends tonight. U-556!”
U-556 snapped to attention instinctively. “Sir?”
“On the honor of the Parzival name, and before Neptune, Lord of the Seas, do you swear to protect all who require your aid, be it on the sea, the land, or in the sky?”
“I swear!”
I drew my cutlass. “Then kneel.”
U-556 kneeled before me, her head solemnly bowed and I rested the blade of my sword on one shoulder, then the other. “U-556, I dub thee Dame Parzival, Knight of Azur Lane of the Sacred Order of the Archipelago. Rise, and be known by your peers.”
As U-556 stood on shaky legs, the crowd erupted into cheers and wild applause. Had there been seats, I’m certain it would have been a standing ovation. Parzival, for her part, looked up at me, tears of pride and joy in her eyes, and crashed into me with the strength of a torpedo. I chuckled and hugged her back as she fiercely embraced me for a moment before moving on to Bismarck and Tirpitz. As things calmed down, Bismarck again addressed the crowd.
“Before we all go our separate ways for the evening, I have arranged a beautiful fireworks display to end the night. If you will please exit on the south side of the building, the show will begin shortly.”
Again, a pleasant murmur ran through the crowd and they all began filing out the doors. Before I could join them, Bismarck gently grabbed my arm and whispered in my ear. “Come with me,” she said and led me towards the back.
As it happened, the banquet hall had a balcony on the second floor, which would give us both a commanding view of the fireworks, and some privacy. Bismarck ushered me outside before closing the door behind us, making sure we wouldn’t be disturbed for a little while, at least.
“What you did was really sweet,” she said as she leaned against the balcony railing, gazing off into the harbor. “She’s going to remember that night for the rest of her life.”
“She’s not the only one,” I said, smiling, as I joined her. “This night has already been unforgettable for me as well, and it’s not even over.”
Bismarck smiled and nodded slowly, turning her attention back to me. “Very true. I don’t know how often we’ll do something like this again, but I would love to spend more time dancing with you.”
“Absolutely,” I nodded emphatically, “I loved dancing with you. The look in your eyes, seeing how happy it made made me realize something.” I took a deep breath, steadied myself, and took the plunge. “I love you. I love being with you, I love making you happy, and I hope that you feel the same way.”
Bismarck let out a happy sigh, her smile growing ever larger, and nodded. “Of course. I love you, too, mein Liebling. There is nowhere I would rather be, no one I would rather be with.” My arms wrapped around her waist, and I pulled her in for a tender kiss. We broke when the first firework went off, a round of applause and admiration rippling through the audience below us. Bismarck took the opportunity to grab a pair of unique, gilded wine glasses, each filled with a dark red liquid. She handed one to me and lifted the other in a toast.
“To tea and biscuits, and the love we’ve found because of them,” she declared.
I raised my glass high and clinked it against hers. “To biscuits with Bismarck.”
A/N-And thus ends “Biscuits with Bismarck”. I had a TON of fun writing this one, and I hope you guys had just as much fun reading it. Also, this is the first story where I’ve been able to complete one chapter a week and get it up on the same day each week. Yay, consistency! As usual, gonna take a bit of a break, work on the IJN Akagi a bit more(she’s got paint on now!), and then get back to writing. Up next is another chapter for New Year’s Anthology titled “Sisters”, I’m sure you can guess what that’s about, and then on to the next, and last(planned) series featuring everyone’s favorite vampiric battleship, Duke of York! Thank you for reading, thank you so much for all your kind words, and as always, fair winds and following seas!
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2020.04.20 19:47 BrotherFluffy Biscuits with Bismarck, Chapter 2

Hello, again! Welcome back to Biscuits with Bismarck, where our tale takes a sudden and worrying turn! As always, you can read it on Fanfiction here and more of my previous works here. Enjoy!
As it turned out, that message about patrols running into issues with submarines had been garbled. A second transmission had come in while Z23 was leading me back to HQ that painted a much clearer, although more distressing picture.
“It’s not one of our surface patrols,” Hiei announced as soon as I stepped in the building. “One of our sub patrols ran into trouble, and they’ve gone dark. We picked up two partial messages, but we haven’t gotten anything after that.”
I continued walking towards the command center, and Hiei quickly fell in step next to Nimi and myself. “What did the second message say?”
Hiei quickly pulled out a scrap of paper from the decoding room and read it aloud. “‘Large enemy force spotted, under heavy depth charge attack, unable-’ The message was cut off. We tried reaching them, but no response.”
“Who sent it?”
“U-47.” If I wasn’t worried before, I certainly was after hearing that name. She was the least communicative of any of the submarines, half the time spending an entire patrol in radio silence.
“Damn.” I felt a gnawing worry growing in my gut. “She was part of a wolfpack, wasn’t she? Who was she with?”
“Yes, sir. U-101, U-73, and U-”
“...556,” I said the name with her. This wasn’t good. Not good at all. “Damn it all. Z23, go find Lord Bismarck and tell her to meet me in the command center immediately.”
“Yes, sir!” Z23 saluted smartly and took off the way we came like a shot. I watched her go for a second, then turned back to Hiei.
“Do we have a bearing on where the messages came from?”
“Partial, sir.”
“Better than nothing, I guess. Let’s take a look.”
We were poring over the charts, trying to narrow down the search field when the doors swung open and Bismarck strode in. Wearing her peaked cap and fur-lined cloak, and holding her banner staff in her gloved hands, she looked every bit the imposing figure I’d expected to see. Flanking her were Prinz Eugen and Graf Zeppelin, both looking stone-faced and serious. Typical of Graf, but for Eugen, it only served to underscore just how seriously everyone was taking this.
Bismarck didn’t even give so much as a nod before diving headlong into the meeting. “What’s the situation?” she asked bluntly.
I straightened up, cleared my throat, and clasped my hands behind my back. “We still haven’t been able to re-establish communications with the wolfpack, but we’re narrowing down an area to begin a search and rescue mission.”
“And the enemy fleet?”
“Unknown. If at all possible, the SAR force will have orders to destroy the enemy fleet, but I’m prioritizing the rescue operation.”
Bismarck nodded slowly. “Have you assembled the SAR force yet?”
“Not yet,” I shook my head. “I wanted to get this narrowed down before selecting a group to head out.”
Without hesitation, Bismarck declared, “I will go. Send me the search grid once you have established the parameters.” With her business seemingly done, she turned on her heel and began to march out.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” I protested. “You and who else?”
Bismarck stopped and slowly turned back to face me. “U-556 is my responsibility,” she stated matter-of-factly. “As the leader of the Ironblood, I will rescue her and her comrades myself.”
A scathing retort almost flew out of my mouth, but I quickly caught myself, cleared my throat and looked over to my secretary. “Could you give us a moment, please, Hiei?” The Sakura battleship smiled and bowed before heading out. Without averting her gaze from me, she waved her hand to Graf and Eugen.
“Leave us,” she commanded, and the pair dutifully obeyed. I gave them enough time so that Bismarck and I wouldn’t be overheard, and once I was sure that they had gone far enough I spoke up.
“You’re not going alone,” I declared. Bismarck raised an eyebrow, a bemused expression on her face.
“Is that an order?”
“I can make it one,” I threatened. “I’d rather not. I’d prefer it if you saw reason. You don’t need to do this alone.”
“I am the leader-”
“-of the Ironblood, I know,” I interjected. “And I’m not objecting to you leading from the front. In fact, I envy you. But just because you have to be a symbol, because you have to be a leader, doesn’t mean you have to do it alone. A leader without any followers isn’t a leader, they’re a figurehead.”
Bismarck lowered her head as she thought it over. I tried to get a read on her, what she was thinking, but the brim of her cap obscured much of her face from my sight. After a moment, she lifted her head back up. “I can’t sit back here and send others to find her.”
“I’m not asking you to. I’m asking you to not do this alone. Take Graf Zeppelin, Eugen, Hipper, Tirpitz, Z23, any or all of them with you. Or I’ve got a dozen other ships on standby who can be ready to sail in fifteen minutes, not to mention the patrol fleets who can rendezvous with you en route.”
“And you?”
That caught me off guard. “What about me?”
“Where will you be?”
“Here, monitoring the situation and directing the fleets as needed.”
“Why not from the front? Didn’t you say you envied me for that?”
I sighed, “Because I can’t. I’m not a kansen, I can’t take the same levels of punishment you can, or dish it out. So if I go, I have to ride in one of your ships, which hampers your fighting effectiveness. And I’m not going to ask someone to become a combat liability for the sake of a little battlefield bravado. So as I said, I really envy your ability to be out there on the front lines. Just...not alone.”
Bismarck listened to my reasoning, her gloved hand on her chin. After I was done, she spoke up. “You make a good point. Perhaps a compromise is in order. I will take a fleet with me-”
“Six ship minimum, counting yourself,” I added.
“Six ship minimum,” she agreed before continuing, “but, you’re coming with me.”
My surprise was total and absolute. Of all the conditions I thought she would impose, that was the last on my list. “I-I can’t,” I stammered, repeating my earlier reasoning. “I can’t ask you, or anyone else, to handicap yourself like that.”
“You’re not asking anyone, I am volunteering.”
She was quick to cut me off, drawing up to her full height, her cape flaring behind her. “But nothing. I am Bismarck, the pride of the Iron Blood, made to rule the waves across the seven seas! I will crush any foes in any form I may take and with a fleet at my side, none will stop us. Now, are you coming, or will you allow me to take my leave?”
This was the Bismarck I had been waiting to see. The proud, strong woman who led the Iron Blood with an unshakeable determination and commanded such fierce loyalty and respect from those under her command. I could only stand there in stunned silence for a moment, in awe of the woman before me. “You, ah, you leave me with little choice. I will, of course, go with you,” I finally managed to get out.
She smiled graciously and nodded. “I’m glad we could come to an arrangement. Meet me at the docks in thirty minutes with the coordinates and we will get underway.”
I clicked my heels together and nodded to her. “As you wish, Lord Bismarck. And if you could send Hiei back in on your way out, please.”
She bowed, spun around and strode out of the room, her cape and flowing blond hair trailing behind her.
Thirty minutes later, coordinates in hand, I found myself at Bismarck’s berth, looking up at the massive grey ship moored there. Still painted in her “dazzle” camouflage, she was an impressive sight, even tied up in dock. Several figures were darting about the deck getting the ship ready to sail, presumably the girls' Bismarck had selected for the search and rescue fleet. As for Bismarck herself, she was waiting patiently at the end of the gangplank, discussing last-minute plans with Eugen. By the time I had made it to the gangplank, Eugen nodded, saluted, and made her way up the gangplank, allowing Bismarck to turn her full attention to me.
She greeted me with a smile, “Ah, right on time, Herr Kommandant. I trust you have the search field narrowed down to an acceptable margin?”
I nodded, holding up the flash drive containing the navigational information and charts. “While I wouldn’t say acceptable, we’ve narrowed it down as best we can from the two signals we received. The search grid will be an area of fifty kilometers by fifty kilometers, south-southwest of the base. I trust you have your fleet assembled?”
“I have. Z1, Z23, and Z46 will form an advance screen and monitor for any enemy submarines in the area, Hipper and Eugen will be our cruiser escort, Scharnhorst, Gneisenau, Tirpitz and myself will comprise the main force, and Graf Zeppelin will provide reconnaissance, air cover, and close air support if needed. Will this be a satisfactory force, Herr Kommandant?”
Tirpitz was a bit of a surprise, I hadn’t expected her to bring her sister along, but I hoped it was a positive sign. The rest, however, was much what I expected. “Very,” I answered.
Wunderbar. Then come aboard and we’ll be off. Oh, and meet me up on the bridge, please. I was wanting to continue our conversation from earlier.”
Within minutes, we had cast off and were underway to the search grid, the vast expanse of the open ocean as far as the eye could see. I have to admit, it had been far too long since I was out on the sea, although the view from Bismarck’s bridge left something to be desired. While the ship was an impressive sight, both up close and from a distance, the view from the bridge was dominated by the forward fire control radar set. Still, the view inside the bridge was much better. Bismarck stood to my right, also staring out at the ocean, her stoic expression giving me no hint as to what she was thinking.
I didn’t have to wait long. “Your sister,” she began softly, “ you think about her often?”
Grief and shame welled up in me, and I could feel my throat closing off from the rising tide of emotions. For several long seconds, I didn’t respond, not wanting to tell her the truth. In the end, I simply looked away to hide her reaction from my sight and shook my head. “”
The silence behind me was more deafening than the roar of all of Bismarck’s guns and I dared not turn back around to see her reaction. When she spoke again, her voice was softer, subdued. “Why not?”
This time, my answer came more easily. “Because it hurts too much. Because I miss her every second of every day and every time I think about her, the grief is almost too much to bear. So I don’t and I hate myself for it.”
“ you think Tirpitz feels the same way?”
Needless to say, that question got my attention and I spun around to face Bismarck. Her stoic composure was gone, replaced by one of pain and melancholy. At that moment, she looked so vulnerable, so unguarded, that all I wanted to do was cross the distance between us, hold her in my arms and tell her everything was going to be alright. As much as I wanted to, however, I felt it would have breached several levels of decorum and personal space, and kept my distance.
“I don’t know,” I answered honestly. “I can’t speak for her state of mind. I know that, for the longest time, she was so used to being alone that she didn’t know how to be with other people. Maybe she just doesn’t know how to be your little sister. I do know that if my sister came back, I would want to spend as much time with her as I could.”
“So why doesn’t she?”
“I guess...she doesn’t know you. I knew my sister, I grew up with her, I have so many fond memories and stories and arguments and…” my emotions got the better of me, and I swallowed hard and cleared my throat. “I’m sorry. many shared moments. I would want to reconnect with those moments as soon as I could. But Tirpitz doesn’t have those memories, those moments. She doesn’t know you the way I knew my sister. All she’s ever known are the stories she grew up with. The same ones everyone on the base has heard.”
Bismarck nodded, her eyes cast downward, her expression thoughtful. When she looked back up, some of that vulnerability was gone, but the pain remained, along with something else. Sympathy, perhaps? Her next words confirmed my guess. “Thank you for listening,” she said softly. “I apologize for bringing up painful memories.”
I shook my head, blinking the tears from my eyes. “No, it’s alright. You asked me not to pull any punches with you, and I want you to do the same. Don’t hold back, I’ll be okay.”
“I will endeavor to do so, Herr Kommandant.” She sighed and turned back towards the window, gazing out at the vast blue expanse.
“Maybe...maybe you could talk to her? Have her over for a cup of tea, coffee, beer, whatever. Get to know her. Let her get to know you.”
She sighed heavily but nodded in agreement. “Perhaps that is best. Later, though, once this mission is concluded.”
“Of course.” The silence returned, hanging heavily in the air until I spoke up again. “We’ll find her, I promise.”
The corner of Bismarck’s mouth turned up in a wry smile. “Promises,” she repeated. “She made a promise to me, you know.”
“I know,” I stated. “She made the same one with me.”
“Did she? Interesting. Do you also regret not making the same promise with her?”
I shook my head. “No, we already have.”
She turned back to me and shot me a look that suggested I was less sane than usual. “What are you talking about? What do you mean, ‘we’?”
“I’t’s an unspoken promise any commander makes with all under their command, to stand by them, to make sure they all get home safely. Unfortunately, it’s often one we can’t keep. But I’ll be damned if that won’t stop me from doing everything in my power to keep it.”
“That’s an...interesting...way of looking at it.”
“Thanks. I think.”
She laughed, low and melodic, “It was intended as a compliment, so you are welcome.”
We shared a smile and looked into each other’s eyes. I don’t think Bismarck’s ever told me what she saw in my own eyes that day, but in that moment, I finally saw the real Bismarck. The woman she kept hidden behind the mantle of duty, the mask of a leader, someone still strong, vibrant, and powerful, but vulnerable and self-conscious, too. If someone were to ask me where it all started with Bismarck, I would tell them it was this moment, when I saw her in that different light, that started me down this path.
Our shared moment was interrupted by the static squeal of the intercom, causing us both to jump. “Conning tower to bridge,” Eugen’s tinny voice filled the once-quiet space.
We laughed for a moment, our cheeks flushing before Bismarck flipped on the intercom speaker. “This is the bridge,” she answered.
“We’re almost to the search area,” Eugen announced.
“Understood. Send out the destroyers to begin scouting and have everyone else assemble in the conning tower flag plot. We’ll be down shortly.”
“Of course. I’ll let you two finish canoodling while I assemble everyone. Conning tower out.” The intercom cut off with a squeal again, and I felt the heat rush into my cheeks again. I glanced over at Bismarck, who seemed redder than before. She caught my eyes and forced a chuckle.
“So insubordinate sometimes, I swear,” she said. “As if we’d be caught doing that up here.”
“Y-yeah,” I weakly agreed with her. “We’re on a mission.”
“You just don’t do that sort of thing on a mission. Focus! Discipline!”
Ja!” The awkward silence that followed so thick you could have cut it with a butter knife.
Finally, I spoke up again. “...we should probably go down before they really do think we’re up here canoodling. I don’t even want to imagine the grief Eugen would give us.”
“Oof. Good point, let’s go.”
By the time we made it to the armored conning tower, Eugen had managed to wrangle the other ships, most of whom were standing around the holotable. Scharnhorst and Gneisenau had opted to hang out in a corner, close enough to hear, but far enough away to keep their own company. Bismarck didn’t say anything about it, so I left it alone. Hipper and Eugen stood to one side of the table, the smaller sister tearing into her mischievous sibling over...something she deserved, I’m sure. Probably a crack about Hipper’s breasts(or lack thereof). Graf Zeppelin sat opposite them, looking aloof and cold as ever, and Tirpitz was on the side facing Bismarck and myself. Someone had already activated the holotable, and the icons representing Z1, Z23, and Z46 were already moving out, taking up their assigned positions ahead of the Bismarck.
“Welcome back, Lord Bismarck,” Eugen grinned at us, her eyes roaming up and down as if she was trying to spot some sign of impropriety. “How was your date with the Kommandant?”
Before I or anyone else could object, Bismarck spoke up. “It wasn’t a date, Eugen, and I’d advise you to keep the comments to yourself before rumors being sprouting up.” The cruiser relented, holding her hands up in mock-surrender, although that smug smile was still plastered on her face. Bismark waited for any further interruptions before continuing. “If that will be all, let’s review the mission.”
All eyes turned to me. All, that is, except Bismarck. “It’s her show,” I answered the unspoken question. “I’m just here as an observer and to direct additional fleet units if needed.”
Graf Zeppelin shrugged, Hipper looked mildly annoyed, although I’m pretty sure that’s her default setting, Eugen raised an eyebrow, and Tirpitz remained cool and composed. But in the end, all turned their attention back to Bismarck. “As I was saying, our mission is twofold. First, we are to recover our missing submarines and escort them back to the Bismarck, which will carry any wounded home. Our second objective is the destruction of the Siren fleet they reported before they went missing. I want to stress the primary focus is the recovery of our Kameradinnen. If we locate the Siren fleet, we will engage and destroy them, but they are not our primary objective.”
Graf Zeppelin spoke up. “Is there any chance that a Mirror Sea cut off communication?”
The battleship shook her head. “Nein. Satellite imagery shows the area as clear and radio transmissions to the area are not being jammed, we’re just not getting any replies back.
“Now, the search area is approximately fifty kilometers by fifty kilometers wide, and we have broken it down into grid squares to make it easier to tag locations on the map. As for the overall search pattern, I would like to hear some opinions. Tirpitz?”
The question caught us all off guard, including me. Bismarck never struck me as one who kept the counsel of others unless pressed, and judging by the reactions of everyone else, it seemed I was likely right about that. Tirpitz looked around the room and then pointed to herself. “Me?” she asked.
Bismarck nodded, gracing us with a small smile. “Yes, you. Do you have any ideas on the best way to conduct the search?”
Tirpitz stared at the holotable for a long time and I could see the gears turning behind her eyes, trying to both formulate a strategy and deduce why Bismarck had suddenly called on her. After a while, she picked up one of the pointers from the table’s edge and began marking the map. “I think one of two things happened. Either they made for deep water to wait out the attack or they headed to this archipelago here to try and hide amongst the rocks and coral. If they went deep, it will take a considerable amount of time to find them. However, if they sheltered near the archipelago, we should be able to find them fairly quickly. Quicker still if they’re looking for backup. I suggest we search the archipelago first, eliminate it quickly, and then if anyone hasn’t been found, begin a grid pattern search of the surrounding area. In order to conduct the search as efficiently as possible, I suggest we split the force into three groups, two with two battleships, a destroyer, and a cruiser, and a third with Graf Zeppelin and a destroyer escort. Each battleship group will head in opposite directions around the island, meeting up on the opposite side while Graf Zeppelin provides aerial reconnaissance.”
When she finished, she looked up expectantly at Bismarck, along with everyone else. The leader of the Iron Blood studied the map for several long seconds before nodding in approval. “Agreed. Tirpitz, you will take Z23, Gneisenau, and Hipper along the western side, and I will take Z46, Eugen, and Scharnhorst to the east. Graf, you and Z1 will hang back here and provide air cover. Are there any questions?”
Around the table, and off in the corner, everyone shook their heads. “Good. Then let’s get to work. Victory to the Iron Blood!”
“Victory to us!” came the assembled reply, and as everyone began to file out, Bismarck gently grabbed me by the arm to get my attention.
“Meet me back up on the bridge.”
A/N-Woo! Here’s where the fun begins. Working hard on Chapter 3 right now, but in the meantime, there’s going to be an update on the New Year’s anthology on April 22nd, so keep an eye out for that. As always, thanks for reading and fair winds and following seas!
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2020.04.17 04:53 FuzzyStorm Ahiru No Sora Storm Summary - Chapters 184 - 185

Momoharu for new year days wants to stay home. Chiaki wants to force him outside. He calls Nanao to invite her, but she is already there with Taro so he goes to grab his sword.
Meanwhile Madoka invites Momoharu since she's with some of the girls, he accepts to come out. Chiaki calls him out, but he says since Toby is there with Kokubu it's fine.
Everyone is busy with something.
Bonus chapter with Momoharu meeting Madoka & Toby. Madoka asks him his wish, he says he can't tell or it won't happen, and she replies the same when he asks.
Toby is watching and asks Kokubu "say it's been a while, but are they dating" to which she says no.
Then Madoka is seen looking for Kokubu, who Toby probably got to make out with somewhere haha. Actually he just took Kokubu away so that Madoka/Momoharu could spend time alone. They bump into someone and their faces get close, they blush. It's really obvious.
Now we get to them making their wishes. Momoharu thinks "I prepared things to say, like beating Satomi and qualifying for the cup, having better grades, having more pecs, but i'm having a damn hard time not making the wish i really want to make"
We then have Madoka "cheating" she says by thinking "i hope a lot of lovely things happen to me this year"
Everyone is back to training, even Nimi is back from feeling sick. She gives Nabe some treats saying it's for "all of you" but he just hears "it's for you".
Nabe thinks "i think i'm in love with Nimi"
Girls are back to the training, anticipating how hard it will be and they are all shaking. The second part of camp was only starting, but girls are already cracking. A girl called Haru is seen having trouble finishing food.
The boys are better in general. Mokichi says "i've already lived this". They were all in teams before and are mentally prepared for each week to be just as hard as the other one. The girls it's a first.
Some girls have apparently left (faceless team members) home, giving up on training. But the captain talks to the rest and says they need to stick together and get through it together. They used to be weak and not have rough training, etc.
At night the boys talk about a new tournament!! The "interleague" tournament. It's a friendly tournament between high schools in Kawasaki. Matches are drawn on the day of the match.
Maru High & Kitasumi probably won't be there, says Momoharu, since the "rookie" tournament is at the same time. It will be their first matches as an official club and they will be seing teams they played recently that did beat them when they tried to get those 10 wins for official status.
Sora is shooting, his dad comes. Sora's dad asks him if he likes his new shoot.
Sora replies he doesn't know what he's doing well or not, but he loves the feeling when the ball leaves his hands.
Nao showed Sora's dad all their match sheets/reports. She did individual stats on each player, in a lot of detail. As Mr. Sakuta said, you don't score enough points.
Sora's dad : At the next game, you must score 50. Without that, i can't give you the job of leader (i think "meneur" is more PG here but not sure)
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2020.03.29 06:32 FuzzyStorm Ahiru No Sora Storm Summary - Chapters 179 - 181

In the club room, boys are already feeling at home. Momoharu tells the group he's sorry for all the trouble he caused. Yasu also says that his own debt will be repayed on the court. Yasu promises to become a key player for the team. Chucky & Nabe agree.
In the next room, girls say they feel happy for the boys getting their room back. Madoka thinks she's happy for them, and then we get an image of Momoharu smiling (she's thinking of him).
Mr Ozawa is watering some plants. Satsuki sensei and him talk, he's still not 100% on the bball team. Mr Ozawa is still reflecting on what Sora's dad told him about the smell in the air the day of tournaments. Sora's dad pops up and says he shouldn't water plants too much, as if they grow on their own they will have a more solid foundation to the ground. Sort of saying you should let students grow on their own too etc..
Winter break. Girls are training. Sora's dad is telling girls that the first step is important. Same in defense, don't focus on the arm of the opponent, follow his footwork. Girls are under a harsh training under Mr. Kurumatani's coaching.
Boys talk session with Mr. Kurumatani.
He says there are 3 problems : They need an aditional scorer (to Yasu/Tobi), they have to make progresss on long distance attacks.
Sora is training his shots. Others are amazed the ball keeps bouncing back to him. We see his notebook from the old coach, telling him he needs to train shooting without touching the arc to score. If the ball touches the ring before going in, it should be counted as a failure.
Sora was doubting the coach & change, but Nanao remarks he is now ine with change. He's open to influences to create his own technique.
Flashback to the hospital. Out of service coach Sakata is showing him ways to lower the effort that his shooting movement requires. His movements from recieving the ball to shooting should be flowing like a wave.
Back to the training and Nanao remarks she already feels like his shooting his sharpequicker & he's scoring just as much.
Sora's dad is showing some of the guys (Nabe, Chucky & Yasu) how to score more lay-ups by taking an extra step towards the outside if needed and trying to chuck it in by boucing it off the edge of the board.
Boys & girls Kuzuryu team are tricked by Sora's dad, pretending he's organising some school party, into an intense training camp. 6 Days of morning, day and night training sessions. 3 days break for new years. Then the same format.
A lot of dialogue/gag moments.
Early wake up call in the cold for basketball team. They are out running in the early dark morning.
Sora's dad sets up a similar training regimen for both the girls and boys team. The court is divided into 8 zones practicing different areas of play. People will be in groups of three and go from one exercice to the other.
The first is a man on man pushing contest with a pillow/something soft in the middle (not sure what it is).
The second training at rebounds.
The third is back & forwards while jumping with both feet glued to each other for a long period of time.
Fourth is footwork between cones. They have to recieve the ball and pass it immedietely. They need to be close to a cone to be allowed to recieve a pass (position training).
Fith is "stutter steps" in the middle of the court. Some mind game stuff, hard to explain/translate. Chiaki & Mokichi are saying "is he trying to..." and are obviously clued in to what he's doing. They are generally much smarter and faster at picking things/signals up.
The sixth exercice is more footwork & sprints.
Seventh is high knees over cones. As well as back & forths so more footwark & endurance.
Sora's dad tells them all that before the qualifiers he will make them all versatile players. (Versatile = all rounder etc)
Some girls talk about having trouble following the boys regime & motivation (since the training is the same).
Some girls are showing less/more motivation. Nimi is still training her shots after regular training and Sora's dad has noticed. He tells them that he didin't actually put the girls on the boys regime, it's the guys that are doing the girls training. He talks about motivation problems, and manages to motivate the girls to train harder and we will see how that goes.
Later he finds Madoka and asks her "so you want to get better in one against ones ? " to which she replies "yes". So Sora's dad will be personally training Madoka.
Note : Sorry for the delay. Won't promise the next date, and i think my summary will be shorter since it's taking a little too long, and i could come back to add info to chapters later. Hope you all stay safe with everything that's happening.
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2020.01.30 20:31 OnlyAnEssenceThief What profession best suits your favorite shipgirl?

Date thread went well so I'm back with another one! Again, don't worry about being honest - if people judge you for being passionate about something that isn't hurting anyone then they need to reconsider their priorities in life.
Basically, assume the war w/ the Sirens is over and that our lovely girls are free to do as they please; what would your favorite shipfu pursue as a profession or (in the case of a certain ghost) a hobby? Time period is present day, they can go to college if they want to (they'll be in debt to Akashi though nya~) and continued military service is an option as well though I'd assume most shipgirls would get bored and want to try something new.
Nimi would probably go into business and management as a top tier secretary but she has plenty of options available to her as well including teaching, counselling, personal training, accounting, various government and military positions, waiting tables, cooking, volunteering, humanitarian aid, photography, becoming a maid-
Knowing Roon, her best options are places where she can efficiency vent her frustrations and envy without causing harm to others. Potential jobs include staying in the military, becoming a professional grader, becoming the best interrogatoexecutioner the BND has ever had, hard labor, working in the DMV, hunting, exterminating, firefighting (I feel bad for the flames), cooking and gardening.
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2020.01.29 19:50 OnlyAnEssenceThief If you could take your favorite shipfu on a date, where would you go?

Don't be afraid to share; if people judge you for talking about something you enjoy when you're not hurting anyone then they have more important things they need to think about.
I've never been someone who likes to go out but for Nimi/Z23's sake I'd probably take her out to wherever she wants to go; if she wants me to pick I'll probably take her to some nice museums (since she loves learning) and let her buy whatever she likes be it clothes, office supplies or what have you. At the end of the day it'd be a pretty simple date with some shopping, museum exploring and maybe a movie to end off the evening before we head home and cuddle.
Alternatively if Roon wants me to pick I'd probably go for a more intimate date; we'd start off with some light shopping if she's interested, go to an arcade so she can blow off some steam, watch a horror movie just so Roon can shake her head at the talentless killer and pity them and finish things off by heading home early to do something I think you can guess.
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2019.11.03 18:00 pisceyo Lunisolar Calendar for Toki Pona - DONE!

toki, jan ale o. It's me again! Yes, the podcast guy. The toki kala podcast will hopefully be airing later on today, however this post is about something else entirely! Im going to break this post into sections so you can skip over ones if you already know/dont want to read it all.
ABOUT CALENDARS Toki Pona has a lot of semantic basis in hunter-gatherer societies, so theres words like alasa but no root word for say, electricity. This also carries over to time. People, because we all live in the 21st century, live in worlds that have a lot of time measurement in them. Hours, minutes, seconds, milliseconds. We have a calendar that bases the year on the earth's orbit around the sun, and breaks that up into some months and days for us. The Gregorian calendar.
However, the Gregorian calendar is not the only one in existence. There are many calendars from essentially every culture, sometimes based on the moon (such as the Islamic calendar), and sometimes based on the sun (like our calendar). However, there are also these little things called lunisolar calendars, a truly magical creation, that track both the phases of the moon AND keep everything within the general realm of the solar year and the seasons.* The chinese, buddhist, vietnamese, hindu, babylonian, and hebrew calendars (to name a select few) are some examples of these. Every calendar system requires calculation, and theres no one way to do each.
So, where and how does this all tie into toki pona?
CURRENT TOKI PONA TIME Well, Toki Pona is a language used by humans in the 21st century, all of which have internet access. Thus, we are affected by the passing of the sun and moon in the sky (also affects how we sleep, what we do, what we see) as well as our position in the year based on a calendar, typically the Gregorian calendar. The language reflects this.
Problem is (back to the beginning of the post): Toki Pona wasn't made with these things in mind. In fact, it was made with them, to some degree, intentionally out of mind. A solar calendar is more about the day of the year and whatnot, cuz the sun is a much LONGER cycle to measure, but toki pona does NOT fit this system well. You tell me its "December 27, 2019" without using nimi sin and/or weird number systems that break the intentional lack of one. So we get things like, "tenpo mun" to mean 'month' and "tenpo esun" for week [not the only things youll see but (most) common ones]. But... the months of a solar calendar arent really moon cycles et cetera et cetera-- here's the problem.
The moon, on the other hand, is a smaller cycle that can be broken up into parts. It is easily visible in the sky every night. A lunar system fits toki pona quite well-- we simply observe the sky. Not really any math needed here and we can keep rough track of where we are. However, New Problem: The lunar cycles are not in line with the solar orbit. This means that a) seasons will fall completely out of sync from year to year and b) we now have an arbitrary, half-functioning amount of months in a 'year.'
The other big problem is this is that we have to cement compounds, which toki pona just doesn't do. Toki Pona words and phrases are super fluid and context based. But, if we say tenpo mun means month and have to use that arbitrarily on a system where it isn't even a real moon cycle, we're kinda pinning the language down and forcing it to fit this weird system.
Now, imagine a system where we are following the easily portion and describable phases of the moon, BUT we also get to keep our measurement consistent with seasons [AND STILL NO TRACKING DAY NUMBER OR EQUINOX DATE TO DO SO!] It also has fluid names for where we are that fit toki pona much better and freely to the speakers desire!
Welcome to the wonderful world of a simple lunisolar calendar. Something that, after some deliberation and a good amount of messing with, I have created for toki pona.
NASIN TENPO SIN So, I'm just going to jump into describing this system because this is already a super long post and I haven't even told sina ale about tenpo pan!
There are 12 months in a year, sometimes 13 with a mun namako. These months are based on lunar cycles. So, the beginning of a month is on the new moon, or mun len (sin). Again, this compound is open. Call it mun pimeja, if you wish.
The days in a month alternate between 29 and 30, the first month of the year being 29 days. Don't worry though, you dont need to keep track of day number like I said before. Alternating 29 and 30 automatically keeps the months in line with the ~29.5 day long lunar cycle.
The year begins in Spring: tenpo kasi. (Again, this makes most sense to me, but if u wanna call spring something else in context of conversation thats pona). I divided the year up into 4 seasons. While this isnt true of every climate, I think it is for a lot of people, and, if not, the beauty is it doesnt rly matter! Just use tenpo seli and tenpo lete with 6 months each if u want!
The year looks like this: mun open pi tenpo kasi mun awen pi tenpo kasi mun pini pi tenpo kasi mun open pi tenpo seli mun awen pi tenpo seli mun pini pi tenpo seli mun open pi tenpo pan... and on with this pattern until tenpo lete. After the final month of winter, the new year starts! ma li sike sin e suno a!!
BUT... there is an additional mun namako (13th month) that must be added every few years. I won't go into the math of all of this of course, but basically I've set it up on an 8 year cycle. The mun namako keeps the lunar year in line with the solar year, since they aren't naturally synced. We add a 30 Day mun namako at the end of the year when it is needed, and then repeat the normal year with tenpo kasi like always.
In an 8 year cycle, the extra month needs added every 2, 5, and 7 year. SO, we have a 354 day year 5/8 times and a 384 day year on those special years with a mun namako. You like your Canada Day in the summer dont you!? [p.s.- not a real canadian].
Okay, so how do we describe this extra mun namako in toki pona? It's actually much easier than it appears! Apart from the fact that you can easily just follow the calendar I make and not ever fret about adding an extra lunar cycle, I still will demonstrate how this can easily be done.
1- no namako. 2- namako. 3- no namako. 4- no namako. 5- namako. 6- no namako. 7- namako. 8- no namako.
This means, we can use wan and tu to measure years between mun namako. We count, starting at year 1 of the cycle: "wan, namako. wan, tu, namako. wan, namako. wan." It even makes a rhythmic little saying! wan namako wan tu namako wan namakao wan!! cha cha!
I started the calendar on the Spring Equinox of 2001. The year Sonja published toki pona to the world! That means 2019 is year 18 of the sike mun calendar. While year number doesnt rly matter, cuz we can just describe where we are in the moon phase and season, its something to have:)
Anyway.... Back to how we describe days. There is a new moon, first quarter moon, full moon, and third quarter moon in each month, all the way up to the next new moon which is day 1 of the next month. We can split these up into "weeks" if we must, but i dont rly see a need to do so.
New Moon: mun len (sin) First Quarter: mun kipisi open Full Moon: mun suno (sin) / mun suli (sin) Third Quarter: mun kipisi pini
(Thousandth time: phrasing is open) Theres also time mun kama (time between new moon and full moon) and mun tawa (time between full moon and next new moon). We can split these up even further into mun lili kama and mun suli kama, before and after the first quarter but between the full moon. And then mun suli tawa and mun lili tawa in reverse, before and after the third quarter moon but between full and next new moon.
So, thats how we describe more specifically the moon shape/day of the month were on. We can add X nanpa wan / X nanpa tu to get more specific and basically you can have a whole system of tracking the month, day of the month (moon phase), and season in the solar year all in toki pona without weird compounds, or extra numbers!
One other important thing: the next 'day' begins when the sun sets. So, sun sets- day 1. Sun sets again, next day. This way we dont need to have any kind of clock or weird time measurement like '12:00 am' for when our day starts. It also keeps it open to the moon phase and various time zones! Note: this isnt something unrealistic I just made up, many calendars base the next day not on a specific clock time but by the set/rise of the sun.
This fits toki pona's 'describing in context' well, too.
TENPO NI WOO! Got all that out of the way. Now, all that's left is to tell you where we are now and give you the coming calendars so you can start journaling, planning, and dividing your time all in toki pona without a struggle to fit another system.
When the sun sets today (it is currently 11:55 am for me, November 3), it will be the first quarter moon (mun kipisi open). Pretty convenient, eh? This is the 9th day of the month mun awen pi tenpo pan (second month of autumn). [Right now its the 8th day for me bc the sun hasnt set yet to start the 9th].
This month is 30 days long, and like I said they alternate 30 and 29. This means that December 25 will be the second day (suno nanpa tu) of mun open pi tenpo lete -- first month of winter.
The New Year (Year 19) falls on ~March 23 of the gregorian calendar. And Year 18 is the 3/8 year in the cycle. Meaning the next mun namako year is Year 20 (2021 of Gregorian).
PINI Please feel free to ask questions and use this calendar!!!! Toki Pona is growing up a a a.
Soon we'll get our own holidays (apart from the now Toki Pona New Year! and whatnot xD).
awen pona!!
*other lunisolar calendars may put more emphasis on the solar year than lunar, but it still tracks both.
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2019.10.22 04:02 Terpomo11 The second half of the Fluent Forever 625 list

For the first half and explanation of what I'm doing, see here.
Body head - lawa neck - anpa lawa face - sinpin lawa beard - linja sinpin hair - linja lawa eye - oko mouth - uta lip - just uta I guess? How to differentiate? nose - nena lawa, nena sinpin (both seem to be attested) tooth - kiwen uta ear - (nena) kute tear - telo oko tongue - nena uta back - monsi sijelo? toe - palisa noka finger - palisa luka foot - (pini?) noka hand - (pini?) luka leg - noka arm - luka shoulder - sewi luka? heart - pilin blood - telo loje (sijelo) brain - insa lawa? knee - nena noka sweat - telo selo disease - ike sijelo bone - kiwen sijelo voice - kalama (uta?) skin - selo (sijelo) body - sijelo
Nature sea - telo (namako) ocean - telo (namako) suli river - telo tawa, telo linja mountain - nena ma rain - telo li anpa, telo tan sewi snow - ko walo, ko lete tree - kasi (palisa) sun - suno moon - mun world - ma (ali), ali Earth - ma, sike ma? forest - ma kasi sky - sewi (laso), kon sewi, sewi kon (unclear on distinction) plant - kasi wind - kon li tawa soil/earth - ma flower - kasi kule valley - I found someone suggested 'ma selo' but that doesn't make much sense. Maybe just 'ma anpa' or 'ma pi nena ala'? root - anpa kasi, noka kasi lake - telo start - mun (lili) grass - kasi lili leaf - (lipu) kasi air - kon sand - ma jelo? Someone suggests kiwen lili lili beach - poka telo wave - ??? fire - seli ice - telo kiwen? kiwen telo? island - ma lili pi telo lon poki ali??? hill - nena (lili) ma heat - seli nature - ???
Materials glass - I've heard kiwen lukin suggested? metal - kiwen (how to distinguish from stone?) plastic - ??? wood - (kiwen) kasi stone - kiwen (how to distinguish from metal?) diamond - kiwen something? clay - ko ma? ma ko? dust - also ko ma? gold - kiwen jelo? copper - kiwen jelo loje? kiwen - kiwen walo? material - ijo?
Math/Measurements meter, centimeter, kilogram, inch, foot, pound - ??? (Possibly inexpressible in standard toki pona unless you take them as loanwords) half - wan pi kipisi tu? (If you accept kipisi) circle - sike square - ijo pi sike tu tu pi suli sama temperature - mute seli date - (nanpa pi) tenpo suno weight - heavy and light are normally just suli and lili, but if you need to distinguish them specifically, like to say something is small but heavy or big but light, you could say 'jan li ken tawa e ona kepeken wawa mute/lili'; not sure how to form 'weight' from that edge - poka corner - ???
Misc nouns map - sitelen ma dot - sike lili? consonant, vowel - I vaguely recall someone suggesting words for these but they weren't very comprehensible/transparent light - suno sound - kalama yes - lon no - ala? lon ala? piece - kipisi? wan? pain - pilin pakala? injury - pakala (sijelo) hole - lupa image - sitelen pattern - ??? noun - nimi ijo? verb - nimi pali? (not exactly what I'm going for though, a word can refer to an action and still be a noun, and at least in toki pona a word can refer to a thing or the state of being a thing despite functioning in a matter grammatically just like a verb) adjective - ???
Directions top - sewi bottom - anpa side - poka front - sinpin back - monsi outside - selo? inside - insa up - tawa sewi down - tawa anpa left - poka pi open sitelen? right - poka pi pini sitelen? (Since all the scripts used for toki pona go L>R rather than R>L) straight - tawa sinpin? north - (tawa) ma lete? (Northern hemisphere-centric) south (tawa) ma seli? tawa ma Antasika? (Wikipesija just uses 'lete' and 'seli' for 'north' and 'south'; its article about Antarctica rather confusingly begins: ma Antasika li lon seli. ma ante ali li lon lete. taso ma Antasika li lete lete.) east - nasin/poka pi kama suno west - nasin/poka pi weka suno direction - nasin? poka?
Seasons summer - tenpo seli spring - tenpo pi kama seli? tenpo pi kasi sin? winter - tenpo lete fall - tenpo pi kama lete? tenpo pi moli kasi? season - tenpo wan pi sike suno?
Numbers Not much to say here - toki pona just has the wan-tu-luka-mute-ali system at most, which a. makes it difficult to say unambiguously that there's exactly 20 or exactly 100 of something (I guess you could say 'luka luka luka luka' and 'mute mute mute mute mute') and b. makes it awkward to say anything over a few hundred. I wonder if you could find some way to paraphrase in multiplication if you need to specify a larger number? Ordinals are formed with nanpa number - nanpa
Months tenpo mun nanpa x goes for all of them
Days of the week No consistently agreed upon scheme. tenpo pi pali/pali ala nanpa x? I've also heard tenpo suno mun/seli/telo/kasi/kiwen/ma/suno based on the Japanese names.
Time year - (tenpo) sike suno month - tenpo (sike) mun week - tenpo suno luka tu (pi pali en pali ala) day - tenpo suno hour - tenpo lili? minute - ??? second - wan tenpo??? morning - open pi tenpo suno? afternoon- insa pi tenpo suno? evening - pini pi tenpo suno? night - tenpo pimeja time - tenpo
Verbs work - pali play - musi walk - tawa noka, tawa kepeken noka run - tawa (noka) kepeken tenpo lili drive - tawa kepeken tomo tawa fly - tawa lon kon swim - tawa lon telo go - tawa stop - pini (tawa) follow - tawa lon monsi? think - pilin, toki speak/say - toki eat - moku drink - moku (e telo) kill - moli (e jan, e ijo) die - moli smile - ??? laugh - ??? cry - pana e telo oko buy - esun, kama jo (e ijo) kepeken mani, kama jo esun pay - pana e mani sell - esun, pana esun shoot - ??? learn - kama sona jump - tawa lili sewi?? smell - pilin nena hear - kute listen - kute taste - pilin uta (how to distinguish from mouthfeel?) touch - pilin see - lukin watch - lukin kiss - uta (e sama) burn - seli e? pana e seli? In the sense of 'be on fire' not sure- just seli? melt - I find some sources that say telo can mean this but it's not in the official word list dig - weka e ma? explode - seli wawa? sit - something with monsi??? stand - something with noka??? love - olin pass by - tawa something? cut - kipisi, tu fight - utala lie down - lape? dance - tawa musi sleep - also lape? How to distinguish? wake up - pini lape? sing - kalama musi (uta) count - nanpa marry - kama jo e meli/mije?? pray - toki tawa jan sewi? win - anpa e? lose - anpa mix/stir - ??? bend - ??? wash - telo, weka e jaki cook - seli (e moku) open - open close - pini write - sitelen (toki) call - kalama? kalama e nimi jan? toki kepeken ilo toki? turn - tawa poka ante? build - pali (e tomo) teach - pana e sona grow - kama suli draw - sitelen feed - pana e moku catch - kama jo? throw - pana lon kon? pana sewi? clean - weka e jaki find - pini alasa? kama lukin? fall - tawa anpa? push - tawa e ijo (tawa weka) pull - tawa e ijo (tawa mi/sina/sama) carry - li jo (e ijo) li tawa break - pakala wear - jo? Can you use len as a verb? hang - ??? shake - tawa? sign - sitelen e nimi beat - utala lift - tawa e ijo tawa sewi? tawa sewi e ijo?
Adjectives long - suli short (not long) - lili tall - suli short (not tall) - lili wide - suli narrow - lili big - suli small - lili (That's four each for suli and lili, a bit confusing potentially) slow - (tawa) kepeken tenpo suli fast - (tawa) kepeken tenpo lili hot - seli cold - lete warm - seli lili cool - lete lili new - sin old (not new) - sin ala, kama lon lon tenpo pini suli young - lili old (not young) - suli, kama lon lon tenpo pini suli, lon lon tenpo suli good - pona bad - ike wet - telo? jo e telo? dry - telo ala sick - ike sijelo healthy - pona sijelo loud - kalama wawa/suli? (Former has more hits) quiet - kalama ala, kalama lili, kalama pi wawa ala happy - pilin pona sad - pilin ike beautiful - pona lukin ugly - ike lukin deaf - ken ala kute blind - ken ala lukin nice - pona (tawa jan)? mean - ike (tawa jan)? rich - pi mani mute poor - pi mani lili thick - suli? thin - lili? expensive - jo e ni la sina wile mani mute cheap - ... sina wile ala e mani mute flat - lipu? nena ala? curved - sike? male - mije female - meli tight - ??? loose - ??? high - lon sewi low - lon anpa, lon sewi ala soft - ko hard - kiwen deep - sewi? (The word list at includes 'phyiscally deep' but I've rarely seen it used in that sense) shallow - sewi ala? clean - jaki ala dirty - jaki strong - wawa weak - wawa ala dead - moli alive - lon, moli ala heavy - suli, jan li ken tawa e ona kepeken wawa mute light (not heavy) - lili, jan li ken tawa e ona kepeken wawa lili dark - pimeja light (not dark) - walo, suno nuclear - ??? famous - jan mute li sona e (nimi) ona
Pronouns I - mi you - ona he, she, it - ona we - mi mute you (plural) - sina mute they - ona mute
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2019.08.31 04:28 themaplebeast End of Summer Backer Update

On August 30th, Scott Benson posted this update to the Kickstarter for Night in the Woods:
" Hey all. This update is going to be very difficult. Thanks for your understanding in advance. If you're in need of content warnings- there's going to be mentions of sexual abuse, abuse in general, suicide, etc
This week allegations of abuse came to light against Alec Holowka, codecomposeco-designer of NITW. Since then several other people have stepped forward, detailing issues of varying levels of severity that stretch right up to today. As a result, we won't be working with Alec anymore. Let's talk about that. And please do read through all the way before commenting.
There's a decent amount about every life, relationship, and project that anyone who isn't involved directly will never know about. As you can imagine there's tons of things about NITW development that never made it to the internet in a post somewhere. Just like your life, or job, or family, or the things you work on. We've had a complicated relationship with Alec, one that was at times extremely difficult, but we have always cared about him, and we did some pretty great work together if I do say so myself. Sometime in the future we'll probably have to go into detail about that difficult history. I don't know if I can bring myself to do it now. But I'll just ask you to keep that in mind.
I'll keep this all brief (edit- i just finished writing and i did not keep it brief but it could have easily been 3 times as long). It will surely fail to answer every question you might have. Bear with me.
When we met Alec in 2013 he was a different guy than he is now. We jumped into this kickstarter only knowing each other for a couple brief months. We didn't expect it to change our lives and bind us into a team for half a decade. Despite us being very different people, Alec and I have always gotten along. And I really respect his work and his can-do spirit. He's just up for making things, figuring out problems, suggesting cool ways to accomplish something. And his music is great too, which is something a whole lot of people would agree on. And beyond that he was very open to Bethany and I taking lead on narrative, characters, world, art, writing, etc. For that we're grateful and we have some really fond memories of working with him.
But about a year or so into the project we began realizing that Alec was a bit unstable, often lashing out at people he lived with. We heard through him and some others that he had some pretty volatile dating relationships. Nothing that said /abuse/, just hey there's a lot of drama here. During the next couple of years Alec's instability would lead to his leaving the indie house space in Vancouver he'd been a part of for years and heading to Winnipeg. We took the brunt of this as well. Things got very bad with both him and NITW development and we were honestly making worst case scenario plans by the end of 2015. The story of how NITW was saved late that year gets very personal for me and is all too close still. I'll tell it someday, maybe soon. I don't tend to talk about my own trauma shit often. But it was then I started having very bad no-joke-actual-medical-issue panic attacks daily, which happened on and off until mid 2017, and with one exception haven't returned. Until the past week.
But beginning in this bad time for Alec in 2015 (and he's publicly talked about this, we're not dropping confidential info) he went through a good month or so of intense therapy and diagnosis. He emerged from that, honestly putting in the work, putting a lot of that past self behind him, staying up on therapy and meds. We were so proud of him. And relieved. By 2016 he was basically a new person, and we really got to be friends then I think, and we finished up NITW. Since then we've kept in touch, saying hey when we're in the same place once a year or so, and recently we've been working weekly on that backer game, which we were all very excited about (more on that later). We were just relieved what with how rocky things had started that we'd all made it out of this with a game we could be proud of, and also that Alec was doing well.
In the past couple of years he got his own game studio thing going with various great people, making games that from what I've seen look very cool. He's been really interested in making good shit with good people. I was honestly just so happy and proud of the guy. I still am, for the ways in which he actually did change, and for the work he's made.
This all came crashing down recently, culminating in this week.
I'm not going to root through everything in there and give a line by line analysis, but I'll say that enough of the allegations are extremely plausible and just about all of it we've corroborated with other sources. I'm not going to list those out here, this isn't a trial, and we don't /owe/ the internet a comprehensive accounting of why so many people who have known Alec for years have looked at the accusations and believed them.
Seriously, what you see on twitter isn't representative of real life. It's just what makes it into posts. When people who have years-long real life experience with the guy, people who knew him in different situations, locations, ages, and contexts, all say the same thing, you can assume there's more to this than you'd know from outside the situation, taking it in 280 characters at a time.
Whatever happened years ago, this week a contractor working for Alec, whom we know and trust, has come forward with her own experiences with Alec.Others have talked about how Alec's conduct towards women was something whispered around at game events. A woman I've known for a while got in touch with us this week talking about how she's been told many times not to be alone in a room with him. Men have gotten in touch about working with Alec and the things that happened to them there. There are other things, things from people we trust, things you'll probably never hear about. But honestly just being a really shitty boss, as detailed by Albertine, is probably enough for us to separate from him alone. To say nothing of the far more serious allegations out there. Multiple people are afraid to run into the guy at different conferences. We were with him at some of those conferences. Now knowing that people were afraid to approach us and say hello eats at me.
The things that Alec did during the bad times were worse than we knew, and he's still being abusive in other ways to those around him. We didn't know. We feel like idiots. We feel betrayed. We're sad and angry. We put in the work with him during those really bad times. It's hard to talk about, and everyone really wants us to talk about it. They want detailed accountings of every aspect. Some people want to know exactly what we knew and when so they can figure out who around him is most complicit. Some people want us to give them hard evidence, as if such a thing was even possible, or as if it would appropriate to give them in the first place. Some people randomly doubt all of this because nobody had Alec arrested, which shows a weird understanding of the reality of human relationships and abuse that I can only assume comes from experience of the world via online chatter and a list of how things should work. The idea that there's a foolproof system in place that can stop this, can riddle it out, can tell us exactly who is and isn't guilty, a system which can set all this right. But it doesn't work like that in real life. Some of the demand for more info stems from the idea that if something is put out in public then any interested party is owed as much information as they want to work out their own stance and to judge ours. But at least for us the only reason we're working this out in public is because we have to. It was out there, and we've had to respond to it. Like we have to tell you now. And it's been like stabbing myself in the stomach every day to have to type words like this. To sum up- this isn't some "guilty til proven innocent" or "social media mob" thing for us. There's years of real life context to this, involving lots of people who aren't even online or public about this, and the fact that some folks just found out about it this week doesn't mean it began there. It's just when it became public.
If I sound grouchy about that aspect of things, it's because all week I've felt awful about this and I've had more than enough people yelling at me that we've flippantly decided to ditch Alec, simply because they're clueless about the larger situation here and unable to accept that their vantage point on the thing is extremely limited. It wasn't just a callout post that made this happen. More people than us are destroyed about this situation this week. It isn't some "sjws vs gamers" war thing for us, no matter how many people online might make it that for themselves. We weren't duped by some grifter and then went on to suddenly dump a long-time collaborator. We aren't trying to prove a point or appease a mob or show we're great. Whenever someone has praised me for Taking A Stand or whatever this week I just feel gross. None of this feels good. There isn't one good thing about this. I don't feel brave or honest. I just feel horrible. A real life friend and coworker did some really bad shit, years ago and now, and all of us in the blast radius are just heartbroken. We've got a right to be angry, to make decisions, and to grieve.
But that's the rest of the internet. Just about all of you we've been in touch with this week have been wonderful. And for that I can only say I'm beyond grateful. We've needed it.
So here are some questions and answers:
Did you fire Alec?
No. Infinite Fall isn't a company, it's a name we adopted for our team. There's no salary to cut. There's no Infinite Fall bank account, not Infinite Fall HQ. Our merch operation is already something that just Bethany and myself do, aside from sales of the soundtrack digitally and on vinyl. It's more like a band broke up or something.
Did you not-fire him over baseless allegations?
No, it was a combination of a lot of things from several parties and our experiences going back years. It sucked. You just saw some of it on twitter, or on here. I hope I've been clear enough about that.
Don't you know (whichever accuser) is a LIAR?
Well I guess you'll be happy to know this is more complex than any one person's accusation. At this point it's a much larger thing. It sucks. I hate this.
Does Alec get money from the game?
Yes, from game sales and soundtrack sales. That's all we can say for now. We'll update you when and if thing change. But we're not like unilaterally cutting off Alec's revenue share or something.
How can you work on NITW things just by yourselves?
If you want to get all legalese about it, I have since the start owned the NITW IP. Our work with Alec was for the game. When people email us wanting to buy the rights to a movie or tv show (which has happened!) it's Bethany and I that say no. When Tom Delonge's business partner gets in touch wanting to make NITW merch for Hot Topic (which totally happened!) it's Bethany and I who say no but still tell the story whenever we get a chance.
What did you each do on the game?
We've gotten this question a lot this week, which I understand. Alec was coder, composer, and co-designer. I co-wrote the story with Bethany, who was also our researcher. Her hometown experiences in rural Central PA were a big part of the story, along with mine in the 20 years I've lived in Western PA along the Rt 22 corridor from Altoona right on to Pittsburgh. From that stuff sprung a lot of the world of Possum Springs. Additionally, I did art, character design, area design, wrote just about all of the dialogue, and co-designed the game with Alec. I can't code though so all credit Alec for making this monster of a thing work. Em Halberstadt was sound designer. Jon Manning worked on our dialogue tool Yarn Spinner and did some other crucial work since. I am probably forgetting some people. It's been a long day.
Can you remove Alec's work from the game?
No! And we wouldn't if we could. Alec did amazing work, and we made something cool together. Whatever he did outside of the game, his work is his. We feel pretty strongly about that.
Can I get a refund due to all of this shit?
No, it's been 6 years, game's been out for 2.5 of those years.
What about the last backer rewards??
I'm finishing the book, it's cool. It's square! There's talk of a print version later? Really thinking about doing that, which would be exciting during any other week. Because of cutting ties with Alec we can't deliver the short backer game we were working on. This kills me. We were actually working with Albertine on that one too. Wren from our new studio as well, we were scheduled to get into concept work this week. Everyone is pretty depressed about that. That being said, we do have an epilogue in us, which is what the game was turning out to be. There's an excellent chance that will see the light of day in a different form.
Why can't you just get someone else to do Alec's part on the backer game?
Because it's Alec's too. Our design work together is basic to what these games are. And his music. We can't just hire some random person to fill that role. Nor do we want to.
What form will the epilogue take instead?
I don't know. We have some rad ideas. Like the book, they'd probably be exciting to me right now if not for this week. It'll be exciting again. Soon.
Are updates still going to happen?
Sure! At least until a lot of what's going on gets figured out and put to bed. What with that book and epilogue... thing... there's more to talk about.
How should I feel about Night In The Woods?
We can't tell you how to feel about it. Or about any of this. Night In The Woods's story, characters, ideas, and world came from a very personal place for Bethany and I, and a lot of what's in the game is pulled pretty directly from our lives, from ourselves, and from the people we know. And this has connected with thousands and thousands of people. That's a good thing. That's one of the best things, to be honest. And you helped that happen. You can be happy about that. I'm happy about that. What you experience when you experience art is yours. Nothing can take that away. It's not owned by us. You may not care about any of this, and that's fine. This may have ruined the whole thing for you. You may be able to separate out the elements that other people worked on and still feel a connection to those. Whatever it is, that's valid. The game still means the world to us. It was a personal thing we never thought anyone would care about, and yet they did. I'm sad that one of our collaborators turned out to be so abusive, but life isn't always what you want it to be. I'm still very proud of what we made, and I hope it continues to connect with people for a long time to come.
How did Alec do all of these things to multiple people over several years and it never went public?
Well, most things that happen in the world don't get written about on the internet. So there's that. But also the nature of abuse is often such that each person feels like they're the only ones receiving the abuse at any given time, and when the abuse stops happening to them they can easily believe it stopped altogether, because most people aren't sitting around comparing abuse notes. And often when multiple people ARE being abused in some fashion, there are extenuating circumstances keeping the abuser from being held accountable- finances, a job, a living situation, fear of retaliation or personal loss, etc. And abuse can often just catch people off guard or wear people down to the point where they don't fight back in the ways that a Logical Outside Party might see as common sense. This is why there are abuse counselors and people who specialize in this, because this shit is complicated in 1000 terrible ways and most abuse never gets made public in any setting. Often the abused will just feel ashamed. Or alone. Or helpless. Or straight up terrified and at risk. And a lot of times the abused will still really care about the abuser. Another thing that happens with a lot of abusers is they, consciously or not, farm out responsibility for their actions to someone else. So for example if an abuser threatens to kill themselves and places the responsibility for stopping that on someone else, a lot of people will do anything to help the abuser. It becomes your responsibility to fix the situation, your fault if it all goes wrong.
I have spent much of the past week fighting the urge that I am somehow, somehow, responsible for all of this.
Beyond that, often people will know about the abuse and cover for the abuser, for a variety of reasons both understandable and downright evil. Whole networks of abusers cover each other's asses. Sometimes people profit off of the abuse of others. There are any number of reasons why so much awful shit that people do to other people isn't visible until maybe someday it boils over and you suddenly find out that you and a dozen other people talk about the same person at therapy.
Are you depressed?
I am very depressed right now.
What happens now?
Things are still happening with this whole godawful situation. Regardless, Bethany and I will continue working on our NITW things. I'll be back here with updates as things happen. Mostly right now we're just really torn up. We're angry, we're sad, we're worried about basically all parties involved, we mostly just need a nap.
I'll be checking the comments here for the next few days but try to remember we're pretty rattled and raw right now.
Thank you for understanding, and for your support over the years. I'm going to be a dork and ask for your support now.
I hope it was okay to share this in its entirety here. It just really felt like info I know a lot of people and fans are looking for. If it isn't okay, just let me know and i'll remove/modify.
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2019.04.02 11:24 HuffyFloofy "Captured. Well, Almost."

A homage to u/SabatonBabylon's "Chronicles of the Siren War" Chapter 7, an hour before Thorson and Laffey's arrival to the facility.
The radio communication was cut off, signaling Nimi's departure to meet her long-lost friend, Laffey.
"I guess it can't helped. I would've done the same if I were in her shoes." Oswald thought to himself. Then, the door opened, and in came a green haired girl with cat ears. She wears an oversized kimono with animal designs, her legs and arms replaced with mechanical tools and cogs instead of flesh and bone. Along with her is a..."ghost ship". She wears a black kimono with red outlinings and flame designs, and her head has what looks like a pair of broken bunny ears taped together. She also appears to be sitting on a naval gun, a destroyer's by the looks of it.
"Pardon the intrusion, nyaa~." The green haired girl excused herself.
"Please, come in you two. I was planning to interview you...uh...Akashi, right?" Oswald asked her, his eyes fixated on her arms and legs, then the "ghost". Akashi sat down, humming a tune, while the "ghost" just floated beside her, deapan eyes staring straight at Oswald, then gave a sensible chuckle.
"Hello, idiot human. You've seen the films, yes?" She asked with a smirk.
Oswald nodded.
"Ah, I forgot to introduce myself. I am Kagerou-class Shiranui of the Sakura Empire. And as you can see, I'm a ghost ship." She tried to slap Oswald, but her hand simply phased through him. "See?"
"No kidding." He chuckled. "Oh, I am Dr. Oswald Richtofen by the way. I came here looking for information about you girls: history, anatomy, vitals, that kind of info." He said. "Say, what happened to you, exactly?" He asked Shiranui.
"I was killed by my own brethren. Akagi-san, to be precise." She answered straightforwardly.
Oswald was in disbelief. "What?"
"It is true, nyaa~. After Nagato-sama vanished, she took over her position, which was originally meant for her sister, Amagi-san. Unfortunately nyaa~, a great earthquake struck Amagi-san's port, and she was dead on the spot, nyaa~. Driven by grief and the fear of death, she decided to ally with the Sirens, nyaa~. She rebelled against the humans, and ordered the attack on one of the Union's Pacific bases, nyaa~."
"I tried to reason with her that it was a bad idea, but she responded by roasting me alive." Shiranui explained her death concisely.
"Huh. So even shipgirls rebel. How did you two get here?"
"Akashi gathered what's left of Shiranui, and escaped here, nyaa~. I know this place because I used to repair ships and equipment when the facility was still operational, nyaa~."
"But, does every shipgirl know about this place?"
"No. Only its original inhabitants know of this place. And that includes some of the shipgirls you brought along." Shiranui explained.
The door opened again, but this time a sweaty Nimi came in.
"Oh, Nimi. Did you greet Laffey?" Oswald asked.
"Yeah, about that. I forgot something..." She looked down.
"What is it?"
"I HATE the dark."
"Wh--" Oswald tried to complete the thought, but stopped after realizing. "Oh." He turns to Akashi.
"Say, Akashi. What else can you do?"
Akashi's eyes gleamed. She saw an oppurtunity to earn a quick buck.
"I can make riggings for the shipgirls, but it will co--"
A punch brings her down to the floor.
"Dont. Even. Dare." Nimi fumed.
"W-Wait! This one's on the house, nyaa~!!!" She covers her face.
Another punch lands on her face.
"Not buyin' it." She retorted.
Oswald's radio crackled.
"Report in." He responded to the call.
"The Academy seems to be in mint condition. Same goes for the faction dormitories." Gneisau said.
"Same goes for the canteen and the shops. There also seems to be some spare riggings lying around here. They're enough for all of us." Scharnhorst added.
"Warehouses are empty, but its storage room is littered with oil barrels. Must be the Union's." Tirpitz reported.
"I see. Tirpitz, get what oil you can carry, Scharnhorst, take all the riggings, Gneisau, get what available books they have, and tell everyone to rendezvous outside the Kommandant's office." He ordered.
"Jawohl." They said in unison.
Minutes later, they brought what Oswald requested. While Akashi fitted every girl with the spare riggings, Oswald continued to look for more information on the shipgirls and Sirens, to no avail, apart from the film reels and a decent stack of folders containing information of the facility, the Sirens, and its inhabitants.
This is what he read so far:
About the Facility:
Founded by Avrora Pallada and Mikasa Vickers, this facility was secretly built after the Northern Union-Sakura Empire War as their personal retreat lodge, away from human interaction. Later renovated as a fully functioning naval base, it is now run by the 'Four Keys of Azur Lane': Javelin Brown, Laffey Bath-Iron, Nimi "Z23" Weser, and Ayanami Fujinagata.
"Okay, that settles that. Now, for the residents." He flipped over a book with the Sakura Empire insignia as the first page.
The Inhabitants, as recorded by Souryuu:
Zuikaku Kobe and Shoukaku Kawasaki-Yokosuka
Born: November 27, 1939 & June 1, 1939
Zuikaku=Brash, looks down on others except for Enterprise and Shoukaku. Sees Enterpise as her mortal enemy, but was later revealed to be a disguise to hide the fact that she is married to her. They bore a child named Shiro.
"Interesting..." Oswald kept reading.
Shoukaku: Calm, gentle-mannered, but later revealed to harbor a deep hatred for her seniors. Sometimes seen picking a fight with Akagi-san back at Sakura.
Yorktown, Enterprise, and Hornet Newport
Born: April 6, 1936, October 3, 1936, & March 30, 1940 (For Hornet: Ship completion date, female form formed 2 years ago.)
Yorktown=Calm, gentle, and sweet, as described by many. Often compares herself with her sisters and has a inferior complex towards them. Seldom seen crying spontaneously. Her death wish is to "be forgotten so that she won't have to see her sisters crying and mourning for her." Married to my sister, Hiryuu.
"Yeesh, that's depressing." He commented.
Enterprise=Often described as the "philosophical-looking and cool" sister. Her looks make her look unapproachable. Secretly married Zuikaku in December 25, 1939.
Hornet=Youngest of the three. Only wears provocative clothing {Ugh. How repulsive.}. Outgoing, bubbly, and quite the socializer. Is currently dating Northampton.
"Next is..."
Bismarck Blohm-Voss and Hood Brown
"VERY interesting..."
Born: Valentine's Day, 1939 and August 22, 1918
Bismarck=Apart from the fact that she was married to Hood and bore a child, pretty much everything about her remains a mystery.
"Sounds accurate."
Hood=Dubbed by the human Queen Elizabeth as the "Glory of the Royal Navy". The prime example of what a lady looks like: elegant, graceful, mild-mannered, and soft-spoken. However, if paired with Bismarck, she can be very bold and daring, oftentimes seen attempting to "do it" with Bismarck anytime, anywhere (and I mean literally ANYWHERE: bathroom, office, dorm, academy, warehouse, etc.). Married Bismarck in the 4th of July, 1940.
"So two ship couples have bore a child.'s that even possible? Oh well, a question for another day."
Tirpitz Schlachtschiff and Victorious 'Vicky' Vickers-Armstrong
Born: April Fool's, 1939 and January 13, 1937
Tirpitz=Very introverted, prefers to stay in her room for most of the day, except to eat, perform patrols, and maintain her equipment. Describes her life as "a joke".
Victorious=Also wears provocative clothing (Seriously, what's up with Western women and provocative clothing?!). Always seen trying to drag Tirpitz out of her room, with little success.
He skipped the rest of the pages, and read the last two:
Hiryuu Yokosuka and yours truly, Soryuu Kure
Born:November 16, 1937 and December 23, 1935
Hiryuu=Tomboyish personality, "decent" Hanafuda player, LOVES legs (Mine especially).
Me={As described by Hiryuu} NEE-SAN NO ASHI WA SEKAI ICHII!!!
"Leg fetishes. Huh. That's new." He commented.
Taking the book with him, he went to check on the girls, who had their riggings armed and ready. "Well this was a fruitful visit. Ready to go back, girls?" He asked them with renewed vigor.
They simply replied with a blank stare.
"Go back? Why should we go back? This is our home, our haven. I don't want to be tortured by humans again, Mr. Richtofen!" Graf Spee protested.
"I know. Let me finish." Oswald took a breath. "We're going back to rescue more of you and convince some Wermacht soldiers to join us. And, should we encounter any hostiles, all of you have permission to kill them. Dismember, eviscerate, rip and tear, roast, I don't care. As long as they're dead, and stay dead. Does that sound good to you?"
Graf Zeppelin laughs maniacally. "Finally, some payback!" She declared.
"Why do you do this, Mr. Richtofen? Why save us?" Eugen asked.
Oswald gave her a cold stare and replied, "Because I serve the Vaterland, not the lunatic."
Eugen chuckles. "Ah, I see. I trust you from now on."
Oswald took out a detonator from his satchel, inserts a mysterious stone inside it, and stood alongside the girls.
He pushes down the plunger, and they were surrounded by crackling energy. A few seconds later, they disappear into thin air, and are teleported back to his father's facility. He expected his father to greet him...
...But he was greeted by hundreds upon hundreds upon hundreds of Sturmgewehr-44 barrels, pointed straight at them. Among them was a high ranking officer wearing glasses and a rather employee-like face. It was no other than...
"...Himmler." Oswald muttered.
"Ah, Oswald Richtofen! What impeccable timing! I was wondering where you went, boy!" He welcomed him "warmly".
"What do you want, Himmler? I've got things to do." He said.
"Sorry to take your time, but I've heard reports of you...uh...'rescuing the shipgirls', is that right? Anyway, they are to be brought back to the experiment facilities for further study."
"I have spoken to the Führer about them, and I have been personally granted permission by him to study them, alone. Your scientists' methods of 'gathering data' are...appalling, to say the least."
Himmler laughed. "Appalling? They are ships, boy! Boats! Inanimate objects! What we do means nothing to them!" He laughed some more.
"Nothing? NOTHING?! They have emotions, schweinhunde! They have every aspect of a human being! I will not stand idly while your dogs rape, torture, and dismember them whilst they writhe and scream in pain!" Oswald retorted.
Himmler clenched his fists. "You dare call me a schweinhunde?! Then I will ensure you will join them in the torture chambers and in Hölle! Everyone, guns at the ready!"
Every soldier cocked their guns.
"Aim..." They aimed at them, intent on filling them with lead.
A bright light blinds them all, and a voice shouted...
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2019.03.28 10:45 HuffyFloofy "The Azur Lane Facility"

A homage to u/SabatonBabylon's "Chronicles of the Siren War Chapter 6"
After a week of R&R, Edward Richtofen, Oswald's father, writes a letter to Oswald and the girls, inviting them to partake in his research as the first batch to be teleported wherever they wish. After a brief and meaningful father-son bonding time, he waves goodbye to the group as they were teleported to their destination: Azur Lane Facility.
"This looks like the place." He said after recovering from the pressure influx the teleportation process has caused. The girls followed suit, along with the ships, which teleported conviniently to the facility's southern docks. "Ah, home sweet home." Deutschland declared.
He searches his satchel for a flashlight and turns it on. "Follow me. Once we get to the Kommandant's Office, we will split up and investigate the place for any changes around here." He told them. After finding the Kommandant's Office, he starts to sense that something's off: the place is in tip-top shape, with no signs of dust, overgrowth, and rust. He radios the others:
"Everyone, SITREP."
"Nobody here." Graf Spee reported in.
"All clear here." Eugen said.
"Ditto." The rest said.
"Hmm...strange. The entire base showed no signs of abandonment. Rea--"
He bumped into something. And then he heard,
"Wait. Who's that?" Nimi snapped.
"I dunn--"
"Watch where you going, you fool, nya~!" The figure shouted at him.
"Mr. Richtofen. Stay right where you are. I'm coming." Nimi told him.
And sure enough, a few seconds later, Nimi rushes in at full speed, and kicks the figure on the abdomen, knocking it back a few meters away.
"WHERE'S OUR MONEY, GREENHEAD?!" Nimi shouted at the figure.
The figure slowly stood up, still recovering from Nimi's kick. "I...dunno're talking...about, nya~."
"Girls, looks like we found someone. Rendezvous at our position immediately. If you see a ray of light, head towards it. That's our location." He radioes the others. He then dusts himself off and turns to Nimi. "Care to tell me who that is, and why did you kick her real hard on the abdomen?"
Nimi, still fuming, said, "That's Akashi, a shopkeeper from the Sakura Empire. Although her goods and services are top-of-the-line, one look at the price tag, and you'll think she's selling her products to Davidites."
"Okay, but what does the beating up explain?" He asked again.
"Oh, that?" She turns to Akashi. "IT'S BECAUSE SHE NEVER GAVE BACK MY MONEY, AND THE OTHER GIRLS SHE LOANED FROM! ISN'T THAT RIGHT, HÜNDIN?" She pointed her fist at Akashi.
"W-W-W-Wait, nya~! I haven't got a chance to defend myself, nya~!" She lcovered her face with her loose sleeves.
"Anyways, you do you, Nimi. I'll investigate the Kommandant's Office, okay?"
As he entered the office, he was greeted with a camera used for the cinemas and a pair of film reels that say, "Play Me.", and another saying its date of recording: "August 26, 1939." Oswald wondered, "A week before the war started? They must have been discovered then." He then looked around, and chuckled. "But that's rather kind of them, leaving valuable info like that." He said as he places the film reels in the camera and plays it. There, in the dark, moon-lit room, the film shows three girls. One girl at the left side has twin ponytails and wears a cowboy hat, a jacket that she wears like a cape, a bra that can barely hold her bosoms, and very short jean shorts. Another girl at the middle has her hair straight down, wears an admiral's hat, a sleeveless polo with a tie, and has her jacket just below her shoulders. The third girl at the right looked more lady-like: her jacket was worn properly, with a rose at her right, and a long skirt accentuated her elegant physique. "Finally, someone who can dress properly." He commented. As he keenly observed their bodies, the one in the middle spoke:
"Greetings, to whom it may concern. If you are watching this, human Commander, then I welcome you to the Azur Lane Facility. Here, it is our sanctuary, where every shipgirl, from every faction, lives in harmony."
"Well, until you humans found us and took us away one by one, to be forced to fight each other!" Yelled the girl on the left.
"Now, now, Hornet. There is no need to be emotional about it." The girl on the right calmed her down. Oswald, knowing fluent English, sighs in disappointment. "What have we done to you all? Perhaps reconciliation and amends will take a while." He said to himself.
"But," the girl in the middle continued, "If you want to know who the REAL enemy is, it's the Sirens. They coerced and brainwashed our friends from the Sakura Empire to attack us, the Eagles. A few Ironbloods and its current leader, Adolf Hitler, were brainwashed as well. That is why, human Commander, we beg of you: Unite us once more. Rebuild Azur Lane, and help us defeat the Sirens. Additional info about them can be found in the table's drawers. This is the Yorktown-sisters, signing off." The film cuts to a constant stream of blank film.
"The Sirens...huh? Come what may, I might need more information, and they're generous enough to give such valuable information. I believe the pleasantries will be arranged, if I could meet them that is." he thought deeply.
"Found the facility's power station. Turning it on now." Graf Spee reported.
A few moments later, the island springs to life, and as the main dock's lights turn on, the sight took Oswald's breath away. The peaceful scenery, the sheer size of the docks, and everything else amazed him.
"Wow..." He gasped in amazement, then his radio crackles for a report. "Come in, Mr. Richtofen." Nimi called.
"SITREP, Nimi." He immediately ordered.
"I'm picking up voices not far from here, two miles east." She reported. "They appear to be anchored in a cove northeast of the base. Language signatures signify they're of the Eagle faction."
"How many ships?"
"Yes. One."
"Identify the kind, and the shipgirl."
"Copy. Verifying...DD..." Moments later, he heard her burst into tears.
"What's wrong, Nimi?" His voice was filled with concern.
"It's...It's one of my closest friends, Laffey!" She shouted with joy that has never been heard from for a long time.
"Your...friend?" He asked.
"Yes, Mr. Richtofen. My friend. I also have two more: Ayanami, or Ayaya as we call her, of the Sakura Empire, and Javelin, Javvey, I would like to call her, of the Royal Navy. And she's..."
"She's your...?" Oswald raised his pitch.
"Mein Liebchen."
Oswald blushed a bit. "How sweet." He then composes his thoughts, and came up with a plan. "Nimi."
"Yes, Mr. Richtofen?" She was overflowing with excitement and enthusiasm at this point.
"Care to be their welcoming party? I'll come with you."
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2019.03.26 16:29 HuffyFloofy "Back to Your Senses, and Let's Get Out of Here"

A homage to u/SabatonBabylon's "Chronicles of the Siren War Chapter 4"
The Reichstag's catacombs...
"Initiating Experiment No. 2-6-2-3.
Subject code name: Z23.
Begin total sensory deprivation."
"No...not again...please...stop...NO!!!" A girl was thrown into a pitch black room witn no windows, no air vents, and no lighting, just pure darkness, and silence. As the door closes in on her, she dashed towards it, only to be pushed back and stomped on the face, rendering her unconcsious. As she opened her eyes, all she saw was the tranquil darkness and maddening silence. Realizing this, she went on to scream hysterically, punch the wall, slam the door, anything. Anything to provide stimulus to her almost deprived senses. After what seemed like three hours, minus the time she was unconscious, the metal door creaked open, and a tall figure appeared. The girl rushed to the figure and hugged him, expecting to be pushed back.
To be pushed back into the darkness...
To be pushed back into the silence...
To be abandoned with her own insanity.
But this time was different. Way different. Instead, she felt the figure pull her closer to it. For the first time ever, for so long, she felt...warmth. A warmth that she felt the first time she was awakened. The warmth that has driven her fight for her fellow sisters, and her dear friends. Then, she heard the figure say,
"It's okay now, my dear. You are fine with me. Go to sleep now."
And with those words, she fell into a deep slumber.
When she came to, she expected just more silence and darkness.
But she was wrong, oh so wrong.
When she opened her eyes, she could hear the birds singing, the raspy voice of a song on the radio, and the laughter of children playing outside. And instead of the pitch-black darkness and the cold, hard floor she was accustomed to, it was replaced with the bright light of a chandelier and a warm, soft surface. Then she heard the door in front of her slowly open, with the distinct creaking of mahogany and the squeaking of old and rusted brass, and in came a lady of very tall stature, with silver, untamed hair, bosoms nearly the size of her head, and crimson eyes that burn with the love of life. Along with her is an middle-aged woman, perhaps fifty-four, just half her stature. She has the same features as the tall lady, with the difference of bosom size and purple-colored eyes. But despite her age, she is quite agile and nimble, able to zip between the manor and the guest houses with relative ease.
The girl looked around the room she is in, and was amazed by what she saw: she appears to be in a Victorian-era bedroom, with purple velvet curtains, a shade of light and dark green-striped walls with the family insignia in its patterns, a small table beside her bed where an old lamp and some picture frames stood, and the bed's matress itself was made of one-hundred percent freshly plucked cotton, giving it a boon of fluffiness.
After looking at her surroundings, she looked straight at the ladies with blank, deadpan eyes, and asked them in a monotonous tone,
"Where am I?"
In which the tall lady replied in a jovial tone,
"You are in one of the Richtofens' guest houses." She clears her throat. "Mr. Oswald brought you here, fast asleep. You were from the Reichstag's catacombs, yes?"
The girl nodded.
"And you are...Z23, am I right?"
"Nimi. Nimi's my name."
"Oh, uh...'Nimi', do you remember anyone else in the catacombs?"
She shook her head.
"I see. Shame."
The other lady clears her throat. "Nimi dearie, I brought you some snacks." She shows her a bowl filled with cookies. "Do you want some?" Nimi nodded in agreement, took a cookie from the bowl, and took a bite.
Suddenly, her deadpan eyes begin to glisten with emotion as tears fell down her cheeks. The influx of tastes coming from the cookie takes her back to the "time".
The time of her creation.
The time she spent with her friends, sailing in the warm sun and the open ocean.
The time...they were still innocent, knew nothing of war and chaos.
Until that time was up, and they were separated by selfish and influential humans.
"Dearie, are you all--" the lady asked, but was interrupted by her gobbling the cookies in mere seconds, stopping between chews to breathe and not choke.
The tall lady chuckled. "Ah, she must be so hungry, Mama." She offers her a glass of water, sighs, then averts to a more serious tone. "The soldiers and scientists there have treated her horribly, as have I and my fellow sisters." She shakes her head. "Those humans really have no morality! They're no more than beasts!"
The older lady shot her a glare. "And you're no more than a familiar of a boat." And with that, she fell silent. "I understand what you have been through, Zeppy dear, but please don't take it out on us." Graf Zeppelin clenched her fists. "S-Sorry, Mama. It's just's just..."
The girl finished all the cookies, took a deep breath, and asked the tall lady,
"Graf Zeppelin, am I correct?"
Graf Zeppelin composed herself and heaved a sigh.
"Yes, I am."
"Ah, I see. have heard about you and the human you call 'Mr. Oswald Richtofen'. What have you done for him to gain his trust?" She asked.
"I have done nothing to gain his trust. He simply--" before she could finish her sentence, the door opened again, but this time a man wearing a long sleeved polo short under a vest walks in, carrying a woman with short, pure silver hair on her shoulders, with a trail of girls following them.
"Aah, son! You're back!" The mother approached him and kissed his cheek. "I am back, Mama. Like I promised. Zepp, get these women settled down. I'll grab some food, water, and medical supplies." He ordered Graf Zeppelin, in which she answered with a enthusiastic "Jawohl!"
After the girls were taken care of their injuries, the man assessed the current situation he is in, and performed a head count. "...Eight, nine, ten, eleven. I guess that's all of you rescued." He said. "Oh. It seems I have not formally introduced myself. I am Doctor Oswald Richtofen. Glad to be of acquaintance." He takes off his lab coat and hangs it on a coat rack.
"Now, to keep you up-to-date with what's happening as of this moment, I have single-handedly rescued all of you from the inhumane experiments conducted by the scientists of the Waffen-SS. Normally, the 'humane' way of experimentation with regards to human 'test subjects' are no more than mere physical examinations. What THEY are trying to do is science mixed with torture. And combining science with torture can yield...horrifying yet accurate results." He explained, shuddering at the mere thought of them being flayed or dissected alive in the name of "science".
"Fortunately for you, I do not need to perform any kind of physical examination nor any experiments."
The girls sigh in relief.
"However, I do have a question: since all of you are manifestations of our warships, is it possible that you can 'summon' your weaponry at will?"
The girls shook their heads.
"I see. Moving on, I chanced upon this slip of paper when I was reading one of Father's research regarding you ladies. It simply said:
21.54° North,
179.43° West,
Clean up the place, figure out the rest.
Based from this information, he is making me try to go these coordinates 'so that you will know their true origin of their being.'" He gives the paper to the girls. "Does anyone know these coordinates?"
They all nodded, and one of them replied,
"These coordinates...this is where 'our' home is."
Oswald fumbles his chin and furrows his brows, his mind deeply in thought. "Will you take me there?" He asked them.
The girls exchanged glances at each other, and Nimi replied, "Well, we might as well pay it forward for rescuing us, no?"
Oswald lets out a chuckle. "No need to thank me. Just doing the right thing." He clears his throat. "I thank you for agreeing to take me to your 'home', but an obstacle is in our way: The Waffen-SS."
A black-haired girl with a lock of scarlet hair laughed very hard.
"Ha! No mere human can stop the mighty Deutschland!"
"Says the one being constantly slammed into a wall by a human." A girl in the name of Graf Spee retorted.
"W-Well, I uh..." She tried to come up with a comeback, but just shrugged it off.
"Thank you everyone for your invaluable aid." He said to them, but was met with a "That's our line." from the girls.
Oswald chuckled. "Okay. You girls should get some well-deserved R&R. A week from now, we sail out for your home, and hope that there's something in that place that can help me learn more about you all. But until then..." He lets out a heart-warming smile.
"...let's be closer as friends, shall we?"
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2019.01.11 16:45 Ninjaguy555 The Hospital Transcripts

A little backstory. As odd as this story might seem, it is very much true. Trust me, I wouldn't post this here if I thought it would just be taken down for being fake. It's a transcript from a little incident involving some rather shady shit going down with some cult activity in an abandoned hospital. I'm posting this to show that poking around in the dark will lead to things poking back. Believe it or not, I don't care. Just stay safe out there, you know who you are.
[01/10/2019 11:00 PM]
Transcript 0.1
Date: 6-18-2018
Active Assets: Redacted
Location: REDACTED
Objectives: Asses all occult activity, neutralize any resistance
ROE: None
G: Where the hell is REDACTED?
A: No fucking clue bro, probably had to take a piss.
J: If we’re lucky a demon got his ass.
R1: That’s not funny Ivey, remember what Officer REDACTED said.
J: The thing about saving a bullet for myself or to stop being a dick?
N: What do you think you dumbass
J: blow me
R3: Zip it, I think I heard footsteps on the left.
G: Thermals don’t show anything. What’s the SLS showing?
A: Nothing. This is weird, it isn’t even registering anyone as an active entity.
R2: Glitchy tech maybe? Didn’t your dad say something about all this shit being experimental?
A: Yeah, but it’s never glitched out this be before.
J: Keep it rolling incase it decides to un fuck its self later
A: Aye aye captain
J: Royal to outside, we’re approaching the main surgery theater. Be advised, Chase is still m i a.
J: Roger, radios going dark
N: Hold fire, hold fire!
A: We all saw that thing right?
R3: Yeah, what the fuck was that?
J: Maybe we’re just jumping at shadows, but we need to stick tight. Something isn’t right here.
R5: You sure we don’t want to Scooby Doo this?
R4: Pretty damn sure he’s right
C: What the fuck were you idiots shooting at?
A: Jesus Christ REDACTED, where the hell have you been?
C: Trying to get this stupid thing working
J: And that’s where your ion thing went Ana.
A: Please tell me you didn’t break it.
C: Nah, I got it working cause I’m not retarded.
A: Fuck you.
N: Any way, lets get moving, this place is starting to freak me out.
A: Hold up, there’s a book over here. Looks like some kind of journal. Someone hand me a light.
R5: Here .
A: Thanks.
G: What’s it say
A: It’s written in Latin, this one’s for you REDACTED.
J: Let me have a look then.
J: Quanto magis hoc nescio quomodo possum accipere. Ego coepi sed ad hoc ut esset nomen eius qui occidere hedum in frustra concerperet erat nimis.
G: The fuck does that mean you nerd?
J: We need to go. Now.
N: What did that shit say?
J: Some really dark shit went down in this place. REDACTED was right, he should have sent a more experienced team.
R1: Was it that bad?
J: Yeah, the Latin was kind of fragmented but what I could piece together was bad. That amulet on the cover is mine though.
A: You sure you want to keep it?
J: Christ, you sound just like REDACTED.
G: Who the fuck is REDACTED?
J: Guy I know from Pennsylvania, anyway, let’s book it.
Time pass: 1:30 - 1:45
C: Contact dead ahead!
J: Holy shit, that isn’t the same thing from upstairs, KILL IT!
R2: Tagged it, moving in!
R5: Careful, it went down behind that table.
R2: The fuck?
R1: what’s back there?
R2: Nothing, absolutely nothing.
A: We shouldn’t have come here.
[unexplained screaming]
N: Whatever that thing is, I think we pissed it off.
J: Fall out, on me. Leave the sls, ion emitter and recorder back here. We’ll put the other shit in the next room.
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2019.01.05 19:28 Amos_Quito Article by renown Jewish historian Salo Wittmayer Baron -- "Ghetto and Emancipation; shall we revise the traditional view?" -- Originally Published in: The Menorah Journal - June, 1928

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  • Salo Wittmayer Baron (May 26, 1895 – November 25, 1989) was a Polish-born American historian, described as "the greatest Jewish historian of the 20th century". Baron taught at Columbia University from 1930 until his retirement in 1963
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Ghetto and Emancipation

Shall We Revise the traditional view?
By Salo Baron
THE history of the Jews in the last century and a half has turned about one central fact: that of Emancipation. But what has Emancipation really meant to the Jew? The generally accepted view has it that before the French Revolution the Jews of Europe lived in a state of extreme wretchedness under medieval conditions, subject to incessant persecution and violence, but that after the Revolution a new era of enlightenment came to the nations, which forthwith struck off the bonds that fettered the Jew and opened up the gates that shut him off from civilized life. Prisoner in the Ghetto, denied access to the resources and activities of Western society, dis- sorted intellectually, morally, spiritually by centuries of isolation and torture, the Jew was set free by the Emancipation. In the words of Graetz: 'The Revolution was a judgment which in one day atoned for the sins of a housand years, and which hurled into the dust all who, at the expense of justice and religion, had created new grades of society. A new day of the Lord had come 'to humiliate all the proud and high, and to raise up the lowly.' For the Jews, too, the most abject and despised people in European society, the day of redemption and liberty was to dawn after their long slavery among the nations of Europe. It is noteworthy that England and France, the two European countries which first expelled the Jews, were the first to reinstate them in the rights of humanity. What Mendelssohn had thought possible at some distant time, and what had been the devout wish of Dohm and Diez, those defenders of the Jews, was realized in France with most magical rapidity."
Emancipation, in the judgment of Graetz, Philippson, Dubnow and other historians, was the dawn of a new day after a nightmare of the deepest horror, and this view has been accepted as completely true by Jews, rabbis, scholars and laymen, throughout the Western world. It is in terms of this complete contrast between the black of the Jewish Middle Ages and the white of the post-Emancipation period that most generalizations about the progress of the Jews in modern times are made. Prophecies as to the future of the Jew are also of necessity colored by an optimism engendered by this view. If in so short a time the Jew has risen from such great depths, is it not logical to hope that a few more years will bring him perfect freedom?
Unfortunately, in the light of present historical knowledge, the contrast on which these hopes are built is open to great qualification. A more critical examination of the supposed gains after the Revolution and fuller information concerning the Jewish Middle Ages both indicate that we may have to revaluate radically our notions of Jewish progress under Western liberty. A wider, less prejudiced knowledge of the actual conditions of the Jew in the period of their deepest decline* — during the sixteenth, seventeenth and eighteenth centuries — seems to necessitate such a revision. If the status of the Jew (his privileges, opportunities, and actual life) in those centuries was in fact not as low as we are in the habit of thinking, then the miracle of Emancipation was not so great as we supposed.
IN the Jewish "Middle Ages," it is said, the Jew did not have "equal rights." But to say that preEmancipation Jewry did not have "equal rights " with the rest of the population does not mean that Jewry was the subject of special unfavorable discrimination. The simple fact is that there was no such thing then as "equal rights." In this period the absolute State, like the medieval State, was still largely built on the corporations. The corporations were legally recognized groups of people belonging to different corporate organizations, each with distinct rights and duties. The corporation of the nobility had its rights and duties, among them that of administration and defense of the country. The clergy was entrusted with spiritual and cultural affairs. While mercenaries and standing armies had to some extent replaced feudal military, and the Church had begun to give way to secular agencies of culture, the traditional powers of both were still
  • The Jewish "Middle Ages," as Zunz soundly remarks, are not identical with the "Middle Ages" of Europe. The "Dark Ages" of the Jew are roughly comprised by the centuries immediately preceding the French Revolution, the sixteenth, seventeenth and eighteenth centuries; the "Dark Ages" of Europe were really a time of relative prosperity and high civilization for the Jew. Until the Crusades a majority of Jewry lived under Islamic rule in relatively good circumstances, while even Western Jewry was far superior to its Christian neighbors in culture and economic status. Only in the last centuries of the European Middle Ages did the Jewish Middle Ages set in. The decline was accelerated and continued during the religious wars, particularly in the countries of the counter-Reformation.
recognized down to the very opening of the Revolution. The urban citizenry (not the peasant or proletarian mass) formed the real third estate, and its chief function was the maintenance of economic life and the replenishment of the State treasury. Below these corporations in large was the peasant body, the vast majority of the population, in many countries held in complete serfdom, and everywhere with few rights and many duties.
It is, then, not surprising and certainly no evidence of discrimination that the Jews did not have "equal rights" — no one had them. Moreover, it may be said that if the Jews had fewer rights than nobles and clergy, their duties were hardly ever greater. Their legal status was comparable to that of the third estate, and, indeed, they were largely an urban group. In some periods they had equal, in some, fewer, in some, more rights than other town inhabitants. At the very opening of the modern period, Jewish rights after a long decline happened to be on the average lower than those of their urban Christian neighbors, yet even then they belonged to the privileged minority which included nobles, clergy and urban citizenry.
Certainly the Jews had fewer duties and more rights than the great bulk of the population — the enormous mass of peasants, the great majority of whom were little more than appurtenances of the soil on which they were born. When the land was sold they were included in the sale. None could move away without the master's consent. Like cattle they were glebae adscripti, but less free than cattle to mate. The larger part of their produce went to landlords or to the State. On every important occasion— at a birth, marriage or death — the landlord had rights to be considered. In every legal contest his was the only competent court. Seen by La Bruyere, the peasants in 1689 even in comparatively happy France were "savage-looking beings . . . black, livid, and sunburnt . . . they seem capable of articulation and, when they stand erect, they display human lineaments. They are in fact men. They retire at night into their dens where they live on black bread, water, and roots."
In contrast to this class, the Jews were well off. They could move freely from place to place with few exceptions, they could marry whomever they wanted, they had their own courts, and were judged according to their own laws. Even in mixed cases with non-Jews, not the local tribunal but usually a special judge appointed by the king or some high official had competence. Sometimes, as in Poland, the Jews even exercised influence in the nomination of such a judex judaeorum for mixed cases.
The disabilities under which medieval Jewry suffered have been made much of. Jews could not own land, or join most of the guilds, and were thereby effectively barred from certain branches of craft and commerce. But these were, in legal theory, restrictions made on the privileges granted them, and not limitations on any general rule of equal rights. Every cor-
poration had similar restrictions, and in this respect the Jews' case was no different in principle from that of other privileged groups.
True, the Jews were servi camerae (servants of the Treasury), but this status can neither in theory nor in practice be compared with that of the peasants, who were serfs of their local masters. If one may introduce a modern legal distinction not thoroughly applicable to medieval conditions, this difference becomes clear. The peasants were really serfs in civil law, that is, they belonged to a private owner as a kind of private property. The Jews were, so to speak, serfs in public law, and as such belonged to the ruler as representative or embodiment of the State, and they were inherited by his successor in office through public law. The man elected to the Imperial throne was their master, and not the private heir of the former Emperor's private estates, or the heir even of those German countries which, like Austria, he could claim on dynastic grounds. Now we ought not to forget that even today we are, in effect, serfs of the State in public law, notwithstanding all theories of personal rights, natural rights of citizens, and the sovereignty of the people. In fact, even more so today than formerly. The State can levy taxes little short of confiscatory; it can send us to war; in democratic countries, and even more so in Fascist Italy or Soviet Russia, it is complete master of all lives and property. This situation, expressed in medieval terminology, is a serf relationship applying to all citizens. The Jew then, insofar as he was servus camerae, was in substantially the same position all modern free citizens are in. In a word, the difference in the legal status between Jew and peasant was what David Hume, writing in that period on the condition of ancient slaves, called the difference between "domestic slavery'' and "civil subjection." The first, he recognized, is "more cruel and oppressive than any civil subjection whatsoever."
The Jews' status as servant of the Emperor only, which had been opposed in vain by Thomas Aquinas and Pope Innocent III (these had it that he was the property of the different kings and princes in Christendom), was based on the erroneous theory that the Holy Roman Emperors of the German nation were direct successors of the ancient Roman Emperors and thus inherited the authority exercised over Jewish prisoners by Vespasian and Titus after Jerusalem's fall. Vespasian had levied the fiscus Judaicus, and the medieval rulers levied a similar tax — Schutzgeld (protection money). In practice, the theory of Imperial overlordship of Jewry was occasionally a disadvantage, as when the argument was made in fourteenth century France that these subjects of a foreign monarch be expelled from the country. But in general it was a profitable theory, for the Emperor often did provide the protection for which Jewry paid, as when he used his considerable power on their behalf in several of the German free cities,
Indeed, the status of the Jew in the Middle Ages implied certain priv-
ileges which they no longer have under the modern State. Like the other corporations, the Jewish community enjoyed full internal autonomy. Complex, isolated, in a sense foreign, it was left more severely alone by the State than most other corporations. Thus the Jewish community of pre-Revolutionary days had more competence over its members than the modern Federal, State, and Municipal governments combined. Education, administration of justice between Jew and Jew, taxation for communal and State purposes, health, markets, public order, were all within the jurisdiction of the community-corporation, and, in addition, the Jewish community was the fountain-head of social work of a quality generally superior to that outside Jewry. The Jewish self-governing bodies issued special regulations and saw to their execution through their own officials. Statute was reinforced by religious, supernatural sanctions as well as by coercive public opinion within the group. For example, a Jew put in Cherem by a Jewish court was practically a lost man, and the Cherem was a fairly common means of imposing the will of the community on the individual. All this self-governing apparatus disappeared, of course, when the Revolution brought "equal rights" to European Jewry.
A PHASE of this corporate existence generally regarded by emancipated Jewry as an unmitigated evil was the Ghetto. But it must not be forgotten that the Ghetto grew up voluntarily as a result of Jewish self-government, and it was only in a later development that public law interfered and made it a legal compulsion for all Jews to live in a secluded district in which no Christian was allowed to dwell. To a certain extent the Ghetto in this technical sense was a fruit of the counter-Reformation, having its origin in Pope Paul IV's Bull, Cum nimis absurdam, issued against the Jews in 1555, and in its extreme application it was, of course, obnoxious. In origin, however, the Ghetto was an institution that the Jews had found it to their interest to create themselves. Various corporations in the State had separate streets of their own; the shoemakers, for example, or the bakers, would live each in one neighborhood. In addition to their growing mutual interest as a corporation of money dealers, the Jews wished to be near the Synagogue, then a social as well as a religious center. Furthermore, they saw in the Ghetto a means of defense. Thus, it was the Jews themselves who secured from Bishop Rudiger in Spires in 1084 the right to settle in a separate district and to erect a wall around it. There were locks inside the Ghetto gates in most cases before there were locks outside. The Ghetto, in the non-technical sense, was then a district in which most Jews and few Gentiles lived long before the legal compulsion which came when Christian authority found it necessary to mark the Jews off by residence district, in order to prevent complete social intercourse between them and Christians.
In this Ghetto, before compulsion came and after, Jewry was enabled to live a full, rounded life, apart from the rest of the population, under a corporate governing organization. The Jew, indeed, had in effect a kind of territory and State of his own throughout the Middle Ages and early modern period. The advantages of this autonomy, lost through the Emancipation, were certainly considerable; they must have contributed in large part toward the preservation of Jewry as a distinct nationality.
Again, the terrors of the Inquisition play a large part in all descriptions of the state of medieval Jewry. Its horrors have been fully protrayed [SIC], and many assume that whatever normal Jewish life might have been potentially, the constant incursions of the Inquisitor made it abnormal. It should be remembered, however, that the Inquisition was legally instituted only in a few European countries, and even there had no jurisdiction over professing Jews, beyond censoring Hebrew books. Therefore, far from being a special prey of the Inquisition, Jews belonged to a small, privileged group which had virtual immunity from its operations.
In the eyes of a contemporary European, the Inquisition was no more than an ordinary court of justice, proceeding along the ordinary lines of criminal prosecution in cases of capital crime. Apostasy from Christianity, by an old law of Church and State, was punishable by death. To the religious conscience of the Western man it seemed to be a holy task to burn the body of such a criminal in order to save his soul. According to the interpretation of Canon Law prevailing throughout the Renaissance, Maranos (secret Jews) were regarded as apostates. True, the highest Church authorities taught that enforced baptism was criminal, but most of them understood by force real physical compulsion, the vis absoluta of the old Romans, and in this sense the baptism of few Maranos could be viewed as enforced, even though a strong vis compulsiva existed in the menace of deprivation of fortune and expulsion. Furthermore, many authorities contended that once baptism occurred, even by compulsion, for the neophyte to return to his former faith would be apostasy. (If the sixteenth century Popes permitted Maranos to return to Judaism in Rome itself, theirs was certainly a laxer attitude than that of earlier and later church teachers and jurists.) At least in pure legal theory, then, the Maranos were apostates. They were, therefore, subject to the jurisdiction of the Inquisition, and the governments of Spain and Portugal were acting with strict legality in applying to them the strict interpretation of laws concerning apostasy.
As to the horrible means of procedure depicted with such vividness in the classic histories of Jewry, we must say again, with no effort to justify but in an effort to understand, that they were not extraordinary for their times. The "Inquisition" was a characteristic form of legal procedure, prevailing in civil as well as ecclesiastical courts, in which the judge was at the same time
prosecutor and attorney for the defendant. The use of torture was based upon the belief that circumstantial evidence is insufficient, and that a confession must therefore be extorted. Many also believed that such bodily sufferings were salutary for the soul. Such principles are shocking to the modern mind, but in a period of such draconic secular law as the Constitutio Criminalis Carolina, issued by the enlightened ruler of Germany, Spain, the Netherlands and all the New World, they are hardly extraordinary. Nor is it surprising that Jews were tortured and killed in an age when not less than 40,000 Christian "witches" were burned because they confessed to relations with demons. Regarded by itself or measured by absolute standards, the position of the Jews under the Inquisition was certainly unenviable. But by comparative standards they were, if anything, in a preferred position. For if as apostates or heretics they ran afoul of the Inquisition, they were no worse off than Gentile apostates or heretics, while as professing Jews they were beyond its jurisdiction.
LEGALLY and in theory, we have seen, the status of the Jew was by no means an inferior one. But did actual events — persecutions, riots, pogroms, monetary extortions — reduce their theoretical legal privileges to fictions in practice? Even here the traditional answer of Jewish historians does not square with the facts.
First of all, it is certainly significant that despite minor attacks, periodic pogroms, and organized campaigns of conversion, the numbers of Jewry during the last centuries preceding Emancipation increased much more rapidly than the Gentile population.* The Jewish population in the middle of the seventeenth century probably did not exceed 650,000 out of the more than 100,000,000 inhabitants in Europe. In 1900 the Jewish population of Europe exceeded 8,500,000 while the general population was about 400,000,000. That is, the Jewish rate of increase from 1650 down to the beginning of the twentieth century (when the mass of Jewry was still unemancipated) [f] was three times the rate of Gentile increase. Furthermore, in the same period European Jewry built the great American center.
It may be worth while to analyze in some detail the population increase previous to the Emancipation. From 1650 to 1789, when no Jews were yet
  • * Pre-Revolutionary population figures given here are by no means certain. I arrived at them after a careful study of all available source material. It is impossible, of course, to give these sources here or to explain the methods of textual criticism and synthesis used in arriving at the conclusions. It has long been apparent, however, that figures given by our classic histories are far from reasonably exact, which is all that mine pretend to be. > [f] > It must be borne in mind that Emancipation did not come to Russia, Roumania or Turkey until the present century, while in Austria (including the Jewish masses of Galicia and Hungary) it postdates 1867.
emancipated, the Jewish population increased from 650,000 to 1,700,000, or more than 160 per cent, while the European general population rose from 100,000,000 to 177,000,000, an increase of only 77 per cent. During the period 1789-1848, when only the Jews of France and Holland (less than 5 per cent of all European Jewry) were emancipated, the Jewish population increased from 1,700,000 to 3,700,000, or about 120 per cent. In the same period the general population increased only 40 per cent. Even more amazing are the figures for France and Holland themselves. The chief Jewish settlement in France (Alsace) increased from 3,300 in 1700 (pre-Emancipation) to 26,000 in 1791 (year of the Emancipation), or about 700 per cent, while in the six decades following 1791 their number rose only to about 40,000, an increase of less than 50 per cent. In Holland the Jewish settlement started in the sixteenth century, developed rapidly during the next 200 years, and when Emancipation came there were about 50,000 Jews in the country. During the first decades of the Emancipation the general population of Holland rose from 1,882,000 (1805) to 2,640,000 (1830), while the Jewish population decreased about 20 per cent. Only about 1840 did it again touch the previous high figure of 50,000. As for Russia, Roumania, Austria and Turkey, to which Emancipation came late, there was a great increase in the Jewish populations century after century. Is it not clear then that, despite the fact that pre-Revolutionary Jewry suffered massacres and other sanguinary persecutions, the population increase went on at least as rapidly before Emancipation as after?
As a matter of fact, a comparison between the loss of life by violence in the two eras — pre- and post-Emancipation — would probably show little improvement since the French Revolution. Between Chmielnicki and Human, the two great pogrom movements of earlier East European Jewish history, more than a century intervened, whereas three major pogrom waves have swept Eastern Europe between 1880 and 1920, despite the coming of Emancipation. And if the Emancipation era did not relieve the Jew of pogroms, it did burden him in addition with the obligation of military service, from which (except in rare and temporary situations of abnormal character) he had always been free. During the continuous wars of the sixteenth, seventeenth, and eighteenth centuries, when even the non-combatant Christian felt the curse of religious conflict, the Jews were neutral and suffered few losses. If they had been combatants they might have lost more than in all the pogroms.*
  • * It has been pointed out that the sixteenth century knew altogether twenty-five years, the seventeenth only twenty-one years, without big international conflagrations, not to speak of smaller wars. What the effects of those wars were upon the numbers of the population even in such a rich country as France, the leading empire of the world at that time, we see best in a short statement like this: "I estimate," says Hippolyte Taine, "that in 1715 more than one-third of the population, six millions, perished of hunger and of destitution."
WHAT of the economic situation of the Jew? Despite all the restrictions placed on his activities, it is no exaggeration to say that the average Jewish income much surpassed the average Christian income in pre-R evolutionary times. This is hard to prove, and certainly excessive wealth was rare except among high nobles and clergy. But is it not remarkable that the most typical Ghetto in the world, the Frankfort Judengasse, produced in the pre-Emancipation period the greatest banking house of history? And even before Rothschild's day, such Central European Hofjuden as the Oppenheimers and Wertheimers, and such West European bankers as the Pintos, Modonas and others, were not far behind rich Christians in their financial power.
Paradoxical as it may seem, the very restrictive legislation proved in the long run highly beneficial to Jewish economic development. It forced them into the money trade, and throughout the Middle Ages trained them in individual enterprise without guild backing, compelled them to set up wide international contacts (the banking house of Lopez was established by five brothers in Lisbon, Toulouse, Bordeaux, Antwerp and London), and equipped them with vast sums of ready cash. With the dawn of early capitalism, and the need for ready money for the new manufactures and international trading ventures, the Jew fitted readily into the new economic structure. One need not accept Sombart's exaggerations to see that the Jew had an extraordinarily large share in the development of early capitalism, and received corresponding benefits. For several hundred years before the Emancipation many individual Jews were to profit from the old restriction which had trained them in money economy, and some of those profits were to seep down to the Jewish mass.
There were, of course, many impoverished Jews, particularly in Eastern Europe. But there were not so many of them, even relatively, as there were poor peasants. Their standard of life was everywhere higher than that of the majority of the populace. Particularly in Western and Central Europe the frequent complaints about the extravagance of some Jews, and the luxury laws of certain large Jewish communities, indicate a degree of well-being which is surprising. Furthermore, there existed in the Jewish corporations numerous relief agencies, a whole system of social insurance against need, in startling contrast to the often exposed and defenseless situation of the mass of the population.
Compared with these advantages, social exclusion from the Gentile world was hardly a calamity. Indeed, to most Jews it was welcome, and the Ghetto found warm champions in every age. There the Jews might live in comparative peace, interrupted less by pogroms than were peasants by wars, engaged in finance and trade at least as profitable as most urban occupations, free to worship, and subject to the Inquisition only in extreme situa-
tions (as after the enforced baptisms in Spain and Portugal) . They had no political rights, of course, but except for nobles and clergy no one did.
WHEN the modern State came into being and set out to destroy the medieval corporations and estates and to build a new citizenship, it could no longer suffer the existence of an autonomous Jewish corporation. Sooner or later it had to give to the Jews equal rights in civil and public law and to impose upon them equal duties in turn. After the French Revolution one state after the other abrogated their economic disabilities, and granted them full freedom of activity. Finally they opened public offices, elective and appointive, to Jews, and made them citizens with "equal rights."
Emancipation was a necessity even more for the modern State than for Jewry; the Jew's medieval status was anachronistic and had to go. Left to themselves, the Jews might for long have clung to their corporate existence. For Emancipation meant losses as well as gains for Jewry.
Equal rights meant equal duties, and the Jew now found himself subject to military service. Political equality also meant the dissolution of the autonomous communal organization: the Jews were no longer to be a nation within a nation; they were to be thought of and to think of themselves as individuals connected only by ties of creed — Frenchmen, Germans, Englishmen of the Jewish "Confession." This meant that politically, culturally and socially the Jew was to be absorbed into the dominant national group. Eventually, it was hoped, his assimilation would be complete.
In the face of Emancipation traditional Jewish ideology underwent great revision. The concept of the Inseparability of nationality and religion — which had been increasingly abandoned in Europe after the bloody Wars of Religion — had persisted in Judaism down to the Revolution, and after. Now the theory was put forth that the Jewish religion — which the Jew was permitted to keep — must be stripped of all Jewish national elements. For national elements were called secular, and in secular matters the Jew was to avow allegiance to the national ambitions and culture of the land in which he lived. Jewish Reform may be seen as a gigantic effort, partly unconscious, by many of the best minds of Western Jewry to reduce differences between Jew and Gentile to a slight matter of creed, at the same time adopting the Gentile's definition of what was properly a matter of creed. The reality of the living Jewish ethnic organism was to be pared down to the fiction of the Jewish "Confession." Jewish nationality was to be declared dead and buried. Assimilation via Reform was the Jewish destiny, as the nineteenth century European, Jew and non-Jew, saw it.
There emerged at this point the new Wissenschaft des Judentums, intrinsically connected with Reformation and Emancipation, a movement of
scholars anxious to assist the completion of the process of emancipation with their learning. Confronted by the general suspicion in which Germany and the modern world in general held the Jew, and convinced of the desirability of complete emancipation, they consciously or unconsciously sought a tool in history and evolved this argument: "The Jews may be bad, but if they are it is because of your persecution; change your attitude, welcome the Jews into the modern State on terms of perfect equality, and they will become good." Ardent advocates of liberalism and democracy, visioning a reformed society guided by beneficent rationalism, believing religiously that the world in general and the Jews particularly could be improved by an extension of rights, it is easy to see how they found it useful to take as black a view as possible of pre-Revolutionary treatment of the Jews. The exaggerated historical picture of the horrors of the "Dark Ages" which we have been examining was the result.
This view of the Jewish past, outlined by the earliest advocates of political and social equality, was seized on and elaborated by advocates of Jewish Reform in the nineteenth century. Eager to widen the breach with the past, to demonstrate a causal relation between the treatment given the Jew and his general acceptability and usefulness to society, Reform advocates proclaimed in unmeasured terms the wretchedness of the age that preceded them. They explained Jewish "peculiarities" as results of oppression. The more radical expounded the idea that to achieve a new, free Jewish religion based on the Bible, the entire literature of the Diaspora must be abandoned. The Talmud, which grew up in the Diaspora, did not reflect Judaism's innermost spirit, they maintained, but was a mirror of the "abnormal conditions" in which Jews had lived.
At the end of the nineteenth and in the twentieth century, this view, originated by the anti-nationalist leaders of Reform, was to find reinforcement, paradoxically, from Zionism. Zionism wished to reject the Diaspora in toto, on the grounds that a "normal life" could not be led by Jewry elsewhere than on its own soil. So, notwithstanding their profound differences, Zionism and Reform both found that their positions were best sup- ported by that view of history which held that before the Revolution European Jewry had lived in extreme wretchedness. They differed only in that the Zionists denounced the post-Revolutionary period as equally bad.
IT should be pointed out at once that this conception of modern Jewish history is indispensable neither to Reform nor to Zionism. Indeed, each has begun to shift its ground. Particularly among the younger intellectual leaders of national Judaism one discovers a note of romantic longing towards the Jewish Ghetto, its life, and its culture. In literature, the revival of Chassidism, at least as a cultural force, in the writings of Martin Buber,
Peretz, Berditchevsky and others, represents the new tendency. The establishment of national Jewish minorities in Eastern Europe has done much to reverse former animosity to Ghetto ideas of Jewish self-government. As for Reform, strong wings of the movement in America and Germany endeavor to reconcile it with Zionism. Even those who do not fully adopt Zionist ideology have become far less antagonistic to Hebrew culture than were their forerunners in the Sturm und Drang period of Reform. Thus medieval Jewish life takes on new values for Reform, and the old need for rejection of all that preceded the Emancipation disappears.
Such revaluations of the Middle Ages are part, perhaps, of a general modern tendency in historical studies, reflecting changes in our modern outlook. Liberal laissez faire is being more and more supplanted by a system of great trusts, protectionism, Fascism, Sovietism. Growing dissatisfaction with democracy and parliamentarianism has brought about a movement back to a modified medievalism. This is a medievalism on a higher plane, perhaps, but a medievalism just the same, of organization, standardization, and regulation.
That Reform and Zionism have both begun, though timidly and slowly, to reconsider the Jewish Middle Ages is encouraging. The future will certainly not see a reversal toward an obsolete and impossible corporational system. With other national minorities the Jews claimed and are claiming, not without success, the equilibrium between their full rights as citizens and the special minority rights they think necessary to protect their living national organism from destruction and absorption by the majority, a process that has often proved to be harmful both for the absorber and the absorbed.
At any rate, it is clear that Emancipation has not brought the Golden Age. While Emancipation has meant a reduction of ancient evils, and while its balance sheet for the world at large as well as for the Jews is favor- able, it is not completely clear of debits. Certainly its belief in the efficacy of a process of complete assimilation has been proved untenable. Autonomy as well as equality must be given its place in the modern State, and much time must pass before these two principles will be fully harmonized and balanced. Perhaps the chief task of this and future generations is to attain that harmony and balance. Surely it is time to break with the lachrymose theory of pre-Revolutionary woe, and to adopt a view more in accord with historic truth.
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2017.09.09 03:46 Glofkill Verbum Diei, die Veneris, A D VI ID SEPT, anni AUC MMDCCLXX: calathus

Verbum diei hodie est:
călăthus, călăthi: wicker basket, hand-basket, flower-basket, wool-basket, fruit-basket
2nd declension masculine
calathus unus ficus bonas habebat nimis ut solent ficus esse primi temporis et calathus unus ficus habebat malas nimis quae comedi non poterant eo quod essent malae
one basket had very good figs, like the figs of the first season: and the other basket had very bad figs, which could not be eaten, because they were bad
Jeremiah 24.2
No real derivatives I can find. A calathus was specifically a cone-shaped basket, and was also called a quasillum.
Nonne habetis verba cara? Verba invisa? Verba jocosa? Date mihi verba vestra, et fortasse videatis hic!
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2016.08.04 09:09 mark2000stephenson *~1lla SpH3n1ScidA fAt1~* - the Penguin of Doom in Latin

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2016.05.19 00:47 bamojr The latest from Mariusz.

Life has slowed down.
My friend died suddenly 3 months ago; just as suddenly 2 weeks ago my father passed away. He wasn't ill. I found out about it when I was down with a cold myself, fighting off a 38 degree fever and planning a trip to my home town, Węgorzewo, "because I don't have any gigs scheduled for this year so I can be home more often." I went there sooner than I'd planned. Sooner but it was too late anyway. I buried my father on May 6th at a cemetery in Węgorzewo.
After the funeral I stayed in my home town for a week, walked along the shortcuts I knew from my childhood, re-discovered nooks and corners, recalled dusty memories. For the first time in years I was there for so many days...
Contrarily to what you might expect, instead of a complete breakdown, I feel my skin thickening, I sense the growing resilience and awareness that I don't have to rush any more. My professional plans are and will continue to be realised. And there are quite a lot of them so I thought I would write them down now and arrange them in my head. But without pressure, calmly and in inner silence.
At the moment together with my band colleagues, we're finishing the authorisation of Riverside biography written by Maurycy Nowakowski, which will be published towards the end of this year. I've almost finished writing lyrics for a new music project I'm co-creating with my friends, Maciej Meller and Maciej Gołyźniak, where I play the bass and sing, and whose release date is scheduled for the autumn. I'm also finalising the logistics behind this year's Riverside releases; there will be two of them, the first is a well known album in 5.1 surround version and the second is a compilation of instrumental tracks - more about it in separate news on the band's website. But most of all, I'm writing new music which will probably make it to a new Lunatic Soul album and perhaps to a completely new release, different from what I've done before.
My home town has changed. It's prettier. It's younger. I'm starting to touch the things I have been writing about so much on my albums, trying to go back in time 30 years and bring them all back in my memory. I'm experiencing them, inhaling and exhaling the air, I'm closing my eyes and stopping. It's not easy, the waves are coming and going, but I feel I'm not on the edge of a precipice any more, I'm not torn inside. I do feel sadness and longing but at the same time calmness and strength, and a wealth of possibilities. This year has not been spoiling me but I will not let it break me.
Life has slowed down. And gained meaning.
Życie zwolniło.
3 miesiące temu niespodziewanie umarł mój przyjaciel, dwa tygodnie temu równie niespodziewanie umarł mój ojciec. Nie chorował. Dowiedziałem się o tym walcząc z 38 stopniową gorączką i planując niedługo przyjazd do Węgorzewa, bo „przecież nie mam już w tym roku koncertów, więc będę teraz częściej przyjeżdżał.” Przyjechałem szybciej niż się spodziewałem. Szybciej, chociaż było już za późno. Pochowałem ojca 6 maja na węgorzewskim cmentarzu.
Po pogrzebie w rodzinnym mieście zostałem jeszcze przez tydzień, włócząc się znanymi z dzieciństwa skrótami, zaułkami i przywołując zakurzone wspomnienia. Pierwszy raz od bardzo dawna byłem w tym miejscu tyle dni...
Paradoksalnie zamiast całkowitego załamania i upadku czuję, jak coraz grubsza staje się skóra, jak wzrasta odporność i jak bardzo nie muszę się już śpieszyć. Plany zawodowe wciąż są i będą kontynuowane. Jest ich całkiem sporo, pomyślałem więc, że spiszę je teraz i ułożę w głowie. Ale bez stresu, na spokojnie i z zupełnym wyciszeniem.
W tej chwili kończę razem z kolegami z zespołu autoryzowanie biografii Riverside autorstwa Maurycego Nowakowskiego, która ukaże się pod koniec tego roku. Kończę pisanie tekstów na nowy muzyczny projekt, który współtworzę razem z moimi przyjaciółmi Maciejem Mellerem i Maciejem Gołyźniakiem, w którym to zagram na basie, zaśpiewam i którego to muzyczna premiera przewidziana jest na jesień tego roku. Domykam logistykę tegorocznych wydawnictw Riverside - będą dwa, jedno to dobrze znany już album, ale w wersji 5.1 surround, a drugi to kompilacja utworów instrumentalnych - o tym wszystkim więcej w oddzielnych newsach na stronie zespołu. Przede wszystkim jednak... komponuję nową muzykę, która zapewne trafi na następny album Lunatic Soul i być może na całkowicie nowe i kompletnie inne niż wszystko do tej pory wydawnictwo.
Moje rodzinne miasto się zmieniło. Wyładniało. Odmłodniało. Zaczynam dotykać rzeczy o których ostatnio tylko pisałem na swoich płytach próbując powrócić 30 lat wstecz i przywołać je w pamięci. Teraz z nimi obcuję, wdycham i wydycham powietrze, zamykam oczy i zatrzymuję się. Nie jest łatwo, fale przychodzą i odchodzą, ale czuję, że nie stoję nad krawędzią przepaści, nie miotam się. Czuję smutek, tęsknotę, ale też spokój, siłę i ogrom możliwości. Ten rok mnie nie rozpieszcza, ale nie pozwolę mu się złamać.
Życie zwolniło. I nabrało sensu.
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2015.12.02 21:21 voggers [CiV VI] I've compiled my Ideas, and many of those I found throughout the sub, to create the ultimate Civ VI wishlist!

I appologize in advance as this post is offensively long. I mean, it's 5000 words with no TL:DR, so abandon all hope all ye who enter. I believe it covers all of the most common suggestions, and I've tried to make it all a little bit more out-there for the sake of flavour, but alas, please roast me merrily and have a lively discussion in the comments! Without further ado...
Musings; Ultimate edition
Tile Improvements
-4 Transport Improvements; Road, Railway, Highway and Maglev. These all have some difference in kind.
-Roads are the cheapest and the lowest tech, working much as they do in Civ V, but boosting yield on some adjacent improvements such as trading posts/towns.
-Railways have a limit on their distance from cities; about 5 tiles in the industrial era, increasing to 7 in the modern. This forces players to build cities closer together, and build the correct improvements, but railway benefits scale with population and aren't usable by enemy combatants.
-Highways work like a straight upgrade of roads, except they allow cities within 5 tiles along a highway to pool food and production yields, but produces 'pollution', which reduces "health".
-Maglev is a funky one for tech focused Civilizations. A maglev network connecting cities, irrespective of length, pools population(citizens available to work buildings), pools production and boosts science yield in both cities by ~30%, but otherwise functions like an expensive railway. Costs "energy" as well as about 4 gold per turn per tile.
-Rivers work like roads, but with no maintenance and provide gold. Great rivers allow ships to sail through. Workers can eventually dig canals which act as artificial great rivers, and tunnels can be bored through mountains through which Railways, Highways and Maglev can travel.
-Le Mountain Tunnels and pontoon bridges/undersea tunnels.
Yield Improvements
-Farms, Wells, Mines, Lumber mills, Plantations, Pastures, Camps and Quarries all work much the same as before, however Mines, Wells and Quarries produce 'pollution' as well as production.
-Windmills and Watermills(by rivers), which can be built on top of Farms and Plantations, provide a small yield of production at no 'pollution' cost. Upon research of "Electricity", they produce an "energy" yield.
-Once "Mechanization" technology is researched, the citizen assigned to a farm or plantation can be replaced with "energy" from appropriate buildings and improvements. The same is true for Mines, Wells and Quarries upon researching "Automation".
-Wells can be built to provide adjacent tiles with fresh water.
-Cottages double gold yield from surrounding tiles, provide 1 gold themselves. +1 gold with "Economics". Grow into Villages and then Towns which provide 3 gold base, 1 science, 1 production and 1 "energy", reduce crime and increase health.
Strategic/Military Improvements
-Forts can't be entered by enemy units without attacking. Area around forts are considered area of control, and give a land claim for a casus belli. Can upgrade to a military base, giving it an aircraft capacity and healing adjacent friendly units.
-Add sentry turrets, which are effectively stationary units which can attack enemy units. Available on Ballistics, can upgrade on Robotics to attack autonomously, Rocketry to be able to fire rockets to destroy tanks.
-Can build walls which provide a combat bonus to units inside, and drain movement points, as well as "outposts" which heal units in adjacent tiles.
-Some units can build trenches and lay mines(requires "Gunpowder") which provide a defensive bonus/act as traps.
Cities and Colonies
-Global happiness replaced with city level "health" and "stability", which affect growth, "bandit" spawn rates and likelihood of rebellions. A city with very low/negative health has a chance of spawning a plague, which behaves almost like a Civ V religion, spreading to other cities via pressure from proximity and trade routes, however plagues can also infect units adjacent to an infected city, which can then infect other cities and units and so on and so forth. Stability is reduced the greater the minimum travel time from the capital to that city.
-Workers can build districts adjacent to the original cities, which act as an extension of the city, reducing "crime", increasing "health", as well as allowing that city to build contextual buildings and units of the suburb's tile. If the population of a city grows too large without extra districts then 'health' and 'stability' decreases, spawning "slums" which in turn spawn bandits. The district can be specialized to be a stability boosting suburbs, health boosting parks, production boosting fabrics/shipyards, money boosting financial districts, culture boosting theatre districts, science boosting science parks and (upon researching hydroponics) food boosting vertical farms. If you play it smart, you can build 10 tile, 100+ pop megapoli by the end of the game.
-From the renaissance era, 'colonists' (super-fast, cheap settlers) can found "colonies" as well. Colonies increase cost of techs and policies by ~75% less than normal cities and grow twice as fast, but have much less defence. They can't (initially) build any buildings, nor build units with production, but can spawn militiamen and mercenaries. All of their production goes into "levelling-up" the colony, from 0 up to 20~25, having at around level 15 the option to turn it into a proper city. At each level you are presented with a "random" dynamic event and options on how to handle it; the options you choose affect the direction your colony takes and the characteristics it has. For example; "Catholic refugees fleeing the Malian inquisition are huddled outside the gates, what is our course of action? Do we; let them in (+1 population, -1 health, +2 diplomacy FP), turn them away (-1 diplomacy FP, +2 food), or offer them refuge in exchange for military service (+1 military FP, a maintenance free unit appears, -1 food). By level 25, 25 of these decisions could have been made, and the colony would have an array of special attributes. But high level colonies would carry a large risk of spawning rebel units, so it's worth converting them to cities (which start with an array of buildings) anyway.
-Casus Belli system; common complaint, common answer. Appropriate and adapt from paradox games. Potential cases include land claim (using forts and spies), espionage offence, liberation (low approval), holy war, ideological conflicts, imperial conquest, resource acquisition, diplomatic offence et cetera. All of these will reduce warmonger penalties with certain Civs for certain actions but aren't a get away with murder card.
-Ultimata; Currently, there is no facility to threaten other civilizations. Ultimata remedy this and work thus; I demand something from another Civ in exchange for NOT declaring war. If they refuse the I automatically declare war on the next turn.
-A focus points system. Civ actions, such as War, Threats, Wonders, Technologies, Trades, Quests and Civics earn focus points in Science, Economy, Religion, Culture, Military or Diplomacy; These give diplomacy bonuses, allow access to special quests, and allow special actions.
-Taunt leaders back. This can give focus points.
-7 types of non Civ actors; City-States, Nations, Tribes, Corporations(get to that later), Rebels(Specific-Hostile) and "Barbarians/Bandits"(Hostile).
-City-States work much like they do in 5, except gold gifts are worth much less, and special quests and focus points are worth much more, and influence is instead 'spent' in order to gain things like world congress votes. Any allied city state can eventually be incorporated fully as a city. Eg. Florence, Milan, Singapore, Monaco, Malta, Honkers, Samarqand, Dubai, Abu Dhabi, Ife, Great Zimbabwe, Mombasa, Zanzibar etc. Limited to ~9 tiles.
-Nations are like stripped down Civilizations; a halfway house between city states and full blown Civs. Limited to 4 cities, which must be contiguous, they offer a medium for proxy wars, advanced diplomacy, breakaway states and buffer states. They also conveniently add filler to the map, and can represent small or "failed" nations. eg. Scotland, Texas, California, Belgium, Wallachia, Aragon, Manchuria, New Zealand etc.
-Tribes are an overhaul of Barbarians; Instead of automatically hostile units spawning from encampments, tribes act sort of like city states with no cities. They have territory, in which they have villages which occasionally spawn primitive military units and only primitive military units. There are no penalties for entering tribal territory as long as you aren't seen by any units, and you can even settle on top of their land. However, within these lies a moral choice; do you overpower tribes and take their land or try and bargain with and incorporate them peacefully?
-Rebels are units which spawn in cities with a low 'stability' stat, and are always hostile to the Civ in which they are spawned. The 'strife' can be increased by enemy spies, ideology, large numbers of unemployed citizens and lack of gold/science buildings. If rebels capture a city, then they make a new 'Nation' or city state which can be bargained with like any other.
-"Bandits" are the new Barbs, but as well as spawning in encampments they spawn in slums in civilized territory in response to overcrowding. They are more money focused in that any tile with a bandit unit on it yields negative gold per turn, and will set up their own improvements such as traps and dens. Can perhaps change name based on era and context (eg. Barbarian, Bandit, Pirate, Terrorist, Savage, Gangster, Mobster, Highwaymen etc).Their spawn rate inside Civs is reduced by presence of police buildings.
-InfoAddict style information screens. Graphs for days! Also displayed are opinion modifiers, and the factors determining whether a Civ will accept any particular deal. Less hidden mechanics.
-Ideology has more impact on diplomacy, with significantly different mechanics associated with each (get to that later), and being an extremely significant maker and breaker of relationships.
-Add Chemical, Biological and Radiological weapons which carry a very significant diplomacy penalty, along with nukes.
-One can choose to disobey resolutions or leave the world congress, incurring a large diplomatic penalty.
-Establish pacts with nations and city states.
-Can buy tiles from other actors.
-A less linear tech tree, starting off with a "core" set of techs arranged as they are but with cul-de-sac "branches" coming out of later eras, offering interesting technologies; broadly on spectrum from futuristic to retro-futuristic. The techs that all players need would all be in the core so they didn't have to specialize too much, but there would necessarily be a lot more techs. The ones further out on branches would only really useful for players either aiming for a Science victory or aiming for a specific bonus.
-Civs are able to divide research, researching multiple techs at the same time, utilizing special specialists (heh) called scientists. Much like trade routes in BNW, each era would allow a certain base number of scientists, and then things such as wonders, city states, research agreements, social policies and such would add on to that. Scientists would each be able to research one tech at a time, but multiple scientists (up to -3~4) could be set to research the same tech at an accelerated rate. The rate at which scientists could research stuff will depend on several factors. Each could utilize the entire Civ's global science output, in addition to their home cities' science output and more beakers proportional to extra allocated gold. Scientists would be based in a specific city, and would use up ~3 food, ~3 base gold, and require certain buildings to be able to research techs at certain levels; Libraries for anything beyond the Ancient Era, A University for anything beyond Medieval, A Laboratory for anything beyond Industrial and so on. It would be most efficient to put lots in your capital, but you wouldn't necessarily have the food to do this. Having lots of extra scientists would not be worth the effort if you don't want to have a science victory, and having lots impairs your Civ in other ways. This is an effective nerf to tech, which otherwise is inherently OP.
-New science buildings, such as Particle Accelerators, University Hospitals, Pharmacy-labs, Space-centres and the such in the late game. These would allow new lines of the tech tree, as well as providing bucket-loads of science, for a high price.
-'Rationalism' perhaps split into two different policy branches, Rationalism and Ingenuity. Rationalism is best for tall/tech defence, augmenting the ability of cities to make and use science. Ingenuity best for wide, improving use of strategic resources and reverse engineering other Civs tech i.e. tech offense.
-Research agreements allow one Civ greatly accelerated research into techs already researched by the other Civ, and a boost in global science output equal to that of the smaller Civ, and a two-for-one (maintenance wise) on two of their own scientist. When the agreement ends both players get a one-time tech boost.
-High level spies can be used to take enemy scientists during a time of war.
-Being allied with city states and minor nations allows you to initiate research agreements with them free of gold charge.
-11/12 eras: Ancient, Archaic?? , Classical, Medieval, Renaissance, Enlightenment, Industrial, Modern, Atomic, Information, Genetic/Space and Synthetic eras. Science and Diplomacy win in Synthetic. Cultural in Genetic at earliest. Domination is Domination.
-Revamped Science Victory. Perhaps, Instead of building a spaceship using Information era tech, you have to do special quests. Maybe upon researching a tech in the core of the Renaissance or the Enlightenment , you are alerted to the presence of a special quest for you to follow, and that other such quests are available upon researching specific technologies, which are located far out in the branches of subsequent eras, where non-science Civs daren't tread. The quests could range from "complete this national wonder", to "City state X has this item, acquire by any means necessary", to "Conduct a special research mission at X location". These quests would give special rewards, but would also give you items (all of which) you need to complete the science victory, possibly with an interstellar mission, maybe first contact, possibly artificial intelligence, I don't know. Stick with tradition; an interstellar mission.
-More rubber banding in tech. "Core" technologies that have already been discovered by a met civilization will take ~40% less time to research, and units have a chance of "discovering" a technology when killing advanced enemy units or taking the city of a technologically superior foe.
Late Game Horrors
-Endgame apocalypse scenarios. In the late atomic era players would be notified of the possibility of a coming endgame scenario. There would be a set number of scenarios that would be presented, each with a different probability of advancing. The scenarios would begin at the start of the Information era and progress through different levels of increasingly severe effects. There would be runaway global warming with rising sea levels, desertification, flooding and such the like. A new ice age with falling sea levels, glaciations, deforestation, ecological collapse and so on. Then there could be Atmospheric Toxicity with algae blooms, poison winds, ozone holes and other ghastly stuff. Players can then either concentrate efforts to reverse the cataclysm, to the joy of weaker Civs and nations; or simply withstand it, much to the dismay of those you could help, using dome cities and similar. Perhaps persuading other Civilizations, Nations and City States to unite in efforts to prevent the cataclysm could become the new diplomatic victory. Beats buying city states.
-Nukes become far more terrifying. Each nuke deployed would advance the endgame scenario significantly. To add to this, one nuke hit would turn any city district into a "Nuclear ruins" which spawns special Barbarian units called "Antmen", which drain health of all adjacent units and city districts. Fallout would prevent any food yield and pillage all tiles affected. Some splotches of fallout may end up all over the world in random places.
-Nukes could be set to Dead Man's switch, meaning any nuclear attack on that Civilization would cause any nukes set to dead man's switch to fire at the belligerent's cities
Civics and Social Policies
-Add the quest system from IV and BE, as well as the quest decisions and such from the above two games and a splash of random event decisions from paradox.
-In addition to Social Policies like in Civ V, have Civics which are a set of Binary choices taken ~2 times per era. These would be things like: Collectivism versus Individualism and Citizen Army (low maintenance) versus Mercenary (low production) in the early game, and Religious School versus Secular School in the late era, for example. These are the things ingrained into your Civ's culture.
-Civs are given a "home turf" bonus depending on the terrain they spawn in. A Civ that spawns with more than 12 hills or desert tiles etc. within 3 tiles of the capital will gain a combat bonus and yield boosts relevant to that terrain type.
-Ideologies, like those in BNW, stay, along with their "tenets". However, a new layer is added; "Internal Diplomacy" including an 'Election/Party' system for freedom, a 'Soviet' system for order and a 'Faction' system for autocracy.
-In Civs following freedom, every few turns there would be an "Election" which would give 3 different parties, loosely modeled around Traditionalists/Conservatives, Liberals and Populists/Socialists, a certain amount of weighting/representation. Any particular action would have a certain approval with each party, and total approval (from all parties) gives bonuses or penalties. If total approval is at +80 then you are effectively in a mini Golden age. Less than -50 then you face civil disobedience and mass protest. For example, if you want to raise taxes, a large number of "traditionalists/conservatives" will make you pay, while a large number of "populists/socialists" will cheer you along. The representation of each party is dependent on several factors; large numbers of faith buildings and religious followers will help "traditionalism", culture buildings and high GPT would boost "liberalism", lots of factories or poor GPT helps "populism/socialism", gold buildings reduce "populism/socialism", and a Random Number Generator throws a boon to anyone going every few turns when there's an "election". The weighting of the RNG also throws back to the civics/social policies one takes in the early game; tradition helps traditionalists, liberty helps liberals and so on. Other social policies may change the Parties' opinions on certain actions; honour, for example, reduces opposition to war.
-Order Civs have three 'soviets' in place of parties; Industrial workers (hammer), Agrarian Peasants (sickle) and Intellectuals (pen). Any action you take will reduce or increase "contentment" of each 'soviet'. Contentment of peasants affects food/growth, Industrial affects production/gold, and Intellectual affects science/culture. There are no 'elections' as with freedom, but weighting of the three soviets will depend on the amount of farms, factories and universities; if you don't have any farmers on the land you don't have to pander so much. Every ~10 turns, each soviet will set a quest (5-year-plan) such as: build a university in every city of population >6, secure a source of 6 unique luxuries, gain 10 population in X city and so on. Fulfilling these objectives will gain a boost to yields relevant to the soviet, as well as a quest decision, whilst their contentment will decrease if you fail the objective. Whilst at war these objectives are suspended. If you consistently succeed, gaining contentment and Great person points, then you get special great people called "Stakhanovites". Peasant Stakhanovites can found "ration" districts which expand the closest cities workable radius by one tile around them and boost growth by ~35%. Worker Stakhanovites can found "studio" districts which produce 10 hammers and increase build rate off units or buildings by 30%, and Intellectual Stakhanovites can produce a "Institute" district which boosts city science by 50% and culture by 40%, and gives a free scientist. They can also be expended to found a city with a full suite of growth, production or science buildings, or can found 'Order' corporations. Using Stakhanovites gives massive boosts to tourism, stability and "contentment" of the soviets.
-Autocracy Civs instead must accommodate three 'factions'; the Generals, the Oligarchs and the Ministry. This, necessarily, is quite different to the others. The Generals become restless after long periods of peace, potentially sparking rebellions and mutiny, and so Autocratic states must be at war regularly or else the generals will reduce production, stability and culture. If one fails to acquire new resources and expand gold yields then gold, science and health are massively reduced. The Ministry is responsible for counter intelligence success and food yields, and failing to chastise offending civilizations and build new units causes growth to stunt, stability to decrease and spies to begin leveling down. Autocracy Civs can however by default work a greater radius around their cities, have no penalty for annexing territory, and get replacement workers called Labour Fronts which are quicker, pay no unit maintenance and can fight as a melee unit if enemy soldiers are within the Civ's territory. These are earned through keeping the ministry happy, along with bonuses to great people generation and shorter periods of resistance in captured cities. Keeping the generals happy provides combat bonuses, as well as increased stability and spawning of "Troopers" which are up to date military units free of maintenance with a combat bonus against rebels, enemy units in friendly territory, and units belonging to Nations and City States. Keeping the oligarchy happy will result in the spawn of Autocratic Corporations, and will give conquered cities free gold buildings.
-Corporations behave like little city states (with no territory or cities), and can undertake many different projects with you. Depending on the corporation, they may be able to research technologies which you can then use, build buildings in your cities (some of which are unobtainable any other way), build and maintain improvements (some of which, again, are unique to corporations), spawn unique great people, field a private military/security force to use against barbarians, man culture buildings, establish trade routes and practically anything else. There are several types; tech-based corporations which help with science and give scientists, entertainment/travel corporations which help with culture and tourism, manufacturers which boost production etc. The catch is that you must attract corporations to set up in your cities by following policies which are friendly to them (low taxes) and having buildings and improvements which help them, such as banks and stock exchanges. Tech corporations want universities and labs, Pharmaceutical corporations want lots of unimproved tiles (especially jungle). Trade agreements and diplomacy also attract corporations and allow corporations to operate in multiple Civs to share luxuries, gold, science and culture; however the majority of the benefits go to the Civ with the corporate headquarters. Of course, different ideologies and tenets will be able to reap the benefits of corporations more efficiently. Freedom Civs are the natural choice for taking advantage of corporations, whilst Order Civs have a much harder time; they can only gain their own corporations using special great people. The rough order is; Freedom (Optimal), Freedom, Order (Optimal), Autocracy (Optimal), Autocracy, Order. With the right tenets, Order is decent for Corporations (China), whereas Autocracy locks you in to a kind of Autarky, whereby corporations are nigh impossible to attract if not created by Oligarchs.
Gameplay Tweaks
-Maps are largetiles are smaller; allow Civs to build extremely dense populations without feeling cramped. Countries such as the Netherlands, or England, if put directly into Civ V would effectively be 10 tiles of nothing but cities.
-The vast number of notifications you get when it comes to the late game would be condensed into a "newspaper" which can be opened up and browsed for updates, rather than crowding your screen. Stories could be things like: "Owing to brilliant contributions to the research of Theology, Gottfried Leibniz has emerged as one of Medieval America's greatest Scientists!" and "King Alexander of Greece has completed the construction of his great Porcelain Tower!".
-Ranged Units, Civilian Units, Infantry Units and Cavalry/Siege Units can fit on different "layers" in each tile. Each unit more than the 1st uses 1 food. If they consume more food than the tile can provide, and they are outside the workable radius of a non-starving friendly city, then they suffer attrition damage.
-Addition of more Biomes. Gameplay-wise, there would only be the usual terrain types. However, some forests may appear as bamboo forests, some marshes as swamps or fens, some deserts have red sand and cacti etc.
-Upgrade route for Scouts, going to Explorers and Recon units, as well as Snipers. Along with this: more customizability, and take out the "Great War" units, or put them earlier. Replace them with cold war era units, like Vulcan bombers, MIGs, "Choppers" etc.
-Allow helicopter units to land between turns, allowing them to "refuel". Also allow air unit's like bombers to conduct a "Hail Mary", doubling range and damage but destroying the unit, with a chance of recovering the "pilots" for quicker replacement.
-Incorporate the quest system/binary choices into religion: poly vs monotheistic etc. Just more customization in general. Allow cults to be founded with leftover beliefs once at the enlightenment era.
Espionage (Shout-out to litriod)
-If you put a "spy" into one of your own cities, they become an Agent, which work much like Civ V spies who are set to Counter-Intelligence. They will hunt foreign Spies in the city you send them to, but they won't necessarily kill them when they find them. Instead you are given several actions to choose from; Kill the Spy and send them back to their homeland as a warning, resulting in their leader disliking you, but other nations will then dislike them for spying on people. You can also send them home unharmed, and chastise their government for spying on you making the other Civ like you more for sparing their spy, but they'll send more your way in the future. Or you could allow the Spy to continue their job, with a catch; The Spy's government must pay you gold, you gain some of their intelligence, but the Spy will continue Spying on your people, and your Agent will not level up from the incident.
-When you place a spy to a Friendly Civ's city, they become a Diplomat. Diplomats aren't hidden like Spies, and the foreign government always knows their location. Diplomats give you the ability to see all of the territory owned by the city they're in, not just the two rings around the city. Diplomats will also receive information from officials about events in their empire, working like the Spy's surveillance ability. However, the foreign officials won't give you unlimited Intel, and will inform you if they're plotting against you. Diplomats can allow you to trade World Congress votes with the nation in which they're operating, and each Diplomat you field will give you 1 bonus vote in the World Congress. When war is declared on the civilization housing the diplomat, they may be killed in the crossfire, and your Diplomats are at constant risk of assassination.
-Spies placed in a Neutral Civilization's city become, well, Spies. Spies work much as they currently do: they do shady things under cover, and they risk getting caught and treated by the other player much as you could've treated theirs, but you can of course sacrifice your spy and not pay the tribute if they offer you such. Spies retain their previous abilities: stealing tech and surveillance, but also gain three new abilities; Assassination Sabotage and encouraging rebellion. Spies sent on assassination missions can kill Diplomats from other Civs. If you pull this off their home Civ will blame the civilization in which they had a diplomat, and if there are already tensions building this could start a war. Assassination is a dangerous business though, and you could fail in one of two ways. Either your spy could get caught, making both Civs distrust you, or your spy could fail to properly frame the host Civ, alerting both Civs to a plot but not telling them who by. After a successful or botched assassination, your Spy will flee the city to the Hideout for a turn or two. The second new ability is sabotage, which, if successful, delays that Civs current construction project for 2 turns. The third special ability of the Spy allows you to decease stability and increase the chance of a rebellion, requiring a decent amount of gold to send to the rebels, with greater amounts increasing rebellion chance. If they actually spawn, or are there already, you can still spend money to better equip the rebel units. All this can be a tad awkward if you are caught.
-"Spies" in cities of Guarded or Hostile Civilizations, even if you're currently at war with them, will retain the title of Spy. Spies placed in these cities have a larger risk of capture, but they also have more potential for chaos. They retain their previous abilities: surveillance, stealing tech, spreading discontent, sabotage, assassination etc. but they also gain abilities for their assassinations and sabotage. Spies in this situation can also kill Great People and VIPs; If a Great Person is present you can choose to attempt a strike, killing them if you succeed. Choosing to target a VIP will, if they succeed, result in loss of 1 population and reduce production and stability by about 10% for 5 turns. Spies can also start an insurgency, suppressing production and health, or steal scientists.
-When deploying "Spies" to a City state or Nation, you can set them either as Diplomats or Spies. They can do everything they could when in a proper Civ, but diplomats can trade technology, and "Shill" to increase influence/relations. Spies can Rig elections, increasing influence significantly, and also perform Coups d'état to either annex, puppet, change the ally (swap influence with the State's ally) or Change the ideology of the host State. Spies can also siphon off gold from said states.
-Of course, "spies" can all be leveled up in their different roles.
CIVS(must-haves marked with *)
*Great Britain- Victoria
*France- Napoleon/Louis XIV
*Rome- Augustus CaesaMarcus Aurelius
*Germany- Otto von Bismarck
*Russia- Catherine/Peter I
*Greece- Alexander
Picts- Nechtan
Spain- Isabella
Portugal- Maria I
Yugoslavia- Josip Broz Tito
Poland/Commonwealth- Sigismund II
Austria- Maria Theresa
Hungary- Coloman
Kievan Rus'- Yaroslav' I
Sweden- Gustav Adolf
Denmark/Vikings- Harald Blatand
Ottomans- Suleiman Kanuni
Armenia- Tigranes
*USA- Abraham Lincoln
Lakota- Crazy Horse
Iroquois- Hiawatha
Mississippians- Birdman?
Inuit- Mikak
Navajo- Chee Dodge
Ute- Chipeta
Mexico- Benito Juarez
Canada- John Macdonald
Shoshone- Pocatello
*Aztecs- Montezuma
Haiti- Toussaint L'Ouverture
Gran Colombia- Simon Bolivar
Brazil- Pedro II
*Inca- Pachacuti
Argentina- Juan Manuel de Rosas
*Mali- Mansa Musa
*Egypt- Hatshepsut
*Zulu- Shaka
Ethiopia- Menelik II
South Africa- Nelson Mandela
Carthage- Dido/Hannibal
Morocco- Abdul Ghalib
Ashante- Osei Kofi Tutu
Bornu- Idris Alooma
Fulani- Bello
Kongo- Lukemi lua Nimi
Kitara- Ndahura
*Arabia- Muawiya I
Babylon- Nebuchadnezzar II
Hittites- Suppiluliuma
Israel- Solomon
*Persia- Cyrus
Mughals- Akbar
*India- Gandhi
Gurkani- Timur
*Mongolia- Genghis Khan
*China- Yong-le/Wu Xetian
*Japan- Meiji
Vietnam- Trung(s)
*Khmer- Jayavarman II
Indonesia- Hayam Wuruk/ Gajah Mada
Chola- Parantaka I
Tibet- Songtsen Gampo
Korea- Sejong
Siam- Taksin
Australia- John Curtin
Maori- Te Rauangaanga
Philippines- Dayang Kalangitan
Polynesia- Kamehameha
So, now that's all done. Now to the arguments!
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