[backtornado]

so it turns out one reason why kissanime’s been sucking ass lately in terms of load times is cause rapidvideo literally uses your browser to mine cryptocurrency???

[wunkolo]

And that’s just like, one of the hundreds/thousands of other sketchy things the site has going on in the background by just sitting on any of its web pages without an adblocker/scriptblocker

[stardusteuphoria]

Yo, if you wanna use KissAnime, you gotta be able to protect yourself & your computer from its shadiness. This post is discouraging, but sadly, there aren’t any less shady alternatives (aside from the legal streaming sites, of course) Anyway, if you wanna use any streaming site, you should download these Chrome extensions:

- uBlock Origin

And then you’re gonna wanna add this list to your uBlock filters…it blocks a lot of the nasty popups. 

- Kiss Essentials

Removes ads and adds functionality. Can never be too safe, right?

- Pop Up Blocker 

This extension is a lifesaver, seriously. Personally, I’ve never seen it used on Kiss, but it works a lot on other streaming sites. With uBlock, Essentials, and Pop Up Blocker, it’s very rare that I see ads. 

- Minerblocker

As the name suggests, it blocks crypto miners. I can’t vouch for its reliability yet, as it hasn’t blocked anything for me atm.

I also use a tampermonkey script to block the “Are You Human?” thing. Pretty sure it’s on the Kissanime reddit (also, if you use Kiss a lot, browse that sub even more!! It’s really useful to know what the hell is going on the site before you risk your computer). Make sure to download Malwarebytes, too! 

[dekpi]

reblogging this again because this is a much better version than just saying “dont use kissanime”

All illegal streaming services do stuff like this, so instead of going somewhere else, learn how to protect yourself from malicious advertisements.

[yvngbird]

i like this manga a lot

[vigarath]

Size comparison of Y’gathok, the Ceaseless Hunger and Bjorn, our level 20 Goliath Barbarian.

[professorsparklepants]

Hey quick question: why the FUCK do you have that

[strangestquarkwave]

Imagine, from out of nowhere, your dm casually slapping this thing down on the table like any other encounter.

[probablyottrpgideas]

“Yeah, the fight will start in a sec, uh…I’ll give inspiration to whomever helps me get this fucking box out of my car.”

[dastardlypineapple]

https://www.reddit.com/r/DnD/comments/7asxci/oc_ygathok_the_ceaseless_hunger_final_boss_of_our/

This is the reveal of this ridiculousness during their game

[jelloapocalypse]

Please watch this reveal video it’s kickass

[creepsandcrawlers]

FUCK ME  the reveal video

[threefeline]

“CHRIS??????”

[tanoraqui]

“Um, I don’t think our plan is gonna work.”

[8bitmickey]

[huskycubmn]

Matt Mercer, get on this guys level!

[frostysno93]

@nothingisimpossibleingaming

[browningtons]

I love vrchat

[squareenix-official]

IF YOU CROUCH IN THE GAME, YOU CROUCH FOR REAL

[frostysno93]

The new season of red vs blue is looking fantastic

Anonymous asked:

What's the best alternative-history aesthetic?

enrique262 answered:

Knights with machine guns/modern firearms and gear. 

[harrison2142]

My kinda style.

@enrique262​

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[enrique262]

Holy cow this is awesome!

[dorksouls-fan]

John Liew has some work that fits the bill, particularly these awesome power armor concepts:

[enrique262]

More fuel for the awesome aesthetic.

[whycontainit]

@modularcatgirl

[ua86]

Post is incomplete without @niwindustries‘ Tac Knight:

He hasn’t got any guns but he’s got claymore mines and he’s just the coolest motherfucker.

[enrique262]

I have to agree, that is a cool design!

[absitplague]

But it gets better!

[enrique262]

Holy shit I thought at this point it wouldn’t, but fuck man it did!

[dnyel]

this thread has got me like this..

[notimeforwargames]

You all should check out Infinity the Game:

[dnyel]

what the fuck, you didn’t include magister knights or knights of Santiago? lol

[enrique262]

The ask that keeps on giving!

[helykk]

If I may add my little contribution 

[iamthemoiderah]

Super late but here’s mine. A rifle, a sword, and plenty of ammo on her belt. 

[enrique262]

And it keeps on going!

[catholic-aviator]

This is the best damn post on this website.

[enrique262]

This one needs to be here, by @insect-ary

[giraffepoliceforce]

I really want a science fiction story where aliens come to invade earth and effortlessly wipe out humanity, only to be fought off by the wildlife.

They were expecting military resistance. They weren’t counting on bears.

[splintercellconviction]

Imagine coming to a hostile alien world and being attacked by a horde of creatures that can weigh up to 3 tons, run at 30 km/h (19 mph), and bite with a force of 8,100 newtons (1,800 lbf).

By the time you realise that they can traverse water, it’s too late. The surviving members of your unit manage to make it back by shedding their excess gear and running for their lives; the slower ones were crushed to death within minutes.

You later describe the creature to one of the humans you captured, wanting to know the name of the monstrosity that will haunt your nightmares for cycles to come.

The human smiles as it speaks a single word, slowly and distinctly, in its barbaric tongue.

“Hippopotamus.”

[artiestroke]

This is giving me the biggest, creepiest grin I might have ever grinned 

[skeletonmug]

Imagine being the next crew to go down to earth and thinking “it’s fine, we got this. We have the weapons and equipment necessary to deal with bears and *shudders* hippopotamuses. We’ll be fine.”

And at first you are, you’ve learned how to dodge. You’ve learned where their territories are. You know how to defend yourself.

But then one night you are sleeping in your shelter. You’re in a tree covered temperate part of earth. It seems benign. There are been no sightings of the dreaded “hippos” around. Not even any bears. But there is a slight rustle of the undergrowth. You try and ignore it telling yourself it is just the wind.

Then you hear the rustle again. closer this time.

You peer out into the darkness but see nothing amongst the trees.

The rustle again and now you realise you can smell something. It’s musky and slightly foul. It’s the smell of an omen, a warning. But what of? Where is this smell coming from.

You sit up, but it’s too late. The foul smelling creature is on you. You are hit with 17kg of coarse fur and vicious bites. Long dark claws tear in to you and you are pinned down white the striped creature tries to bite your throat.

It takes some doing but you manage to wrestle free. Blood drips from your wounds and already they itch with the sign of infection. The creature has a bloodied snout, rust rad, mingling with the black and white hairs. It lets out a terrifying growl from the back of its throat and looks to attack again. It’s between you and your knife, so your only choice is to back away.

Eventually the creature gives up and snuffles off in to the undergrowth, down a hole near your shelter you hadn’t noticed before.

When you make it back to your base you once again consult the captive human.

“Badger.” they say, with a solemn nod.

[jabberwockypie]

One word: Moose

[myurbandream]

“Our vehicles are far superior to the local human models, in range, speed, armament, and any other metric you care to name! Nothing could possibly-”

BAMrumblerumblethumpcrash!!!

“That’s called a moose.”

[morebadbookcovers]

Wolverines.

Also.. dolphins.

[ohgodhesloose]

The invasion is going slowly. The humans have caught on and are actively destroying information on the planet’s flora and fauna before Intelligence can capture and process it. All that they have are survivors’ accounts. Bears. Hippos. Badgers. Moose. It is becoming obvious this mudball planet is a full-on Death World to the unprepared, and you are so very unprepared.

You lost Jaxurn to a plant. Not even a mobile or carnivorous plant, just one that caused a vicious allergic reaction on contact that killed him in less than a rai'kor. Commander Vura'ko died to an insect bite, a tiny local pest that sucked a tiny bit of her blood and apparently replaced it with a bit of its last meal, which was full of disease. Backwash. She died to bug backwash. And yet you honestly envy them after that… thing you encountered…

When you got back to base the quarantine officer refused to let you inside. They had to roll a containment tank outside to put you in, because you all knew there would be no chance of eliminating the smell if it got into the ship’s air ducts. Smell. You wonder if your nasal slit will ever recover from this stench.

And the smell would. Not. Leave. After incinerating your gear the Q.O. had you use every cleansing agent they could think of, including a few janitorial ones, and still everyone fled the stench if they were downwind of your tank. Desperate to protect everyone’s nasal slits from the smell the quarantine officer interrogated the humans. From them, a glimmer of hope: there was a cure. Somehow the juice of a certain fruit on this mudball was the only thing that could break up the chemicals in the little horror’s spray. Immediately the Q.O. sent a team to recover buckets of the stuff and made you bathe in it. That was hours ago and it didn’t seem to be working, though. All it was doing was turning your blue skin an interesting shade of purple.

Sighing in frustration you wave the med-assist on duty over, who only approaches after checking the wind direction. Annoyed, you flip on the tank`s vox speaker.

“The humans did say it was “grape” juice that removed “skunk” stench, right?“

[majingojira]

Every night. 

It came for someone almost every night. 

Any soldier alone was a viable target for this native monster that moved unseen by any but the security viewers, usually only spotted in hindsight.  They were taken as silently as this earth-monster moved.  Sometimes they’d find the remains in the morning taken up a tree and hung there, mostly eaten, as if it were a grisly reminder that the monster was still there, waiting unseen, to strike again. 

What little they saw of the monster on the vidfeed showed true horror.  Yellow eyes that shone with all the light it could gather.  It had fangs as long as his grasping digits.  Claws half that size formed curved hooks that allowed it to climb up their fortifications with impunity.  And in the underbrush, its spots made it almost impossible to see clearly in the undergrowth, if it could be seen at all.

Even the native sentients, the humans, had a healthy respect and fear for it. 

The earth natives called the monster a leopard.  

It was a constant fear that muddied the senses, and let the monster hunt even more effectively as the soldiers were always on edge.  Sleep deprived with fear, it made them even better targets for the monster. 

But rumor was that there was worse on this planet.  Rumors of a monster like a leopard but larger, and bigger in every imaginable sense. Stripped instead of spotted, which leaped from the underbrush with a sound.

A sound that burst eardrums, paralyzed entire units, and let the monster kill with impunity.  While the Leopard wrestled soldiers down and ripped their throats out.  This other monster, the Tiger, killed with its pounce alone.

[lyricwritesprose]

“We’ve been through this,” Group Leader 455 snapped.  “The dissection of an Earth life form will help the scientists make weapons to combat the rest of this planet’s hellbeasts.  And these are domesticated.  Harmless.”

The troops were not-quite-looking at her in the way troops do when they don’t want to be seen to contradict a ranking officer, but can’t quite muster a correct Expression of Enthusiastic Assent.  “The name of this species,” she pointed out, “is synonymous with dullness and slowness in the language of the Earth barbarians.”  Well, one language out of several thousand—these creatures needed Imperial guidance more than any other world on record—but there was no point in confusing the rank and file.

More not-quite-looking.  455 bubbled a sigh and consulted her scanner.  “That one,” she decided.  “Alone in the separate pasture.  Scans suggest that it’s a male, which means it’s probably weaker.  Possibly it’s kept isolated so that the females don’t eat it before mating season.  And yes, I know some of you are here on punishment detail, but you’re still soldiers of the Imperium.  This squad is perfectly capable of handling a lone, helpless, pathetic male cow.”

[petermorwood]

I’m enjoying this immensely. Wait until the aliens try Australia for size…

[pokemonsunburn]

It was a strange creature Tar'van glimpsed at on the vast island known to the humans as ‘Australia’.

“I would warn you not to fuck with us, mate.” Their forced guide, a prisioner, had warned with a chilling grin upon capture. “If you think a moose is bad, wait until you tango with a red back.” To this day Tar'van fears the creature known as the red back, and what horrors it would bring.

The prisioner turned out to be of little help,the stubboness of his people causing them to refuse the danger that the captured human warned of. Tar'van recalls a moment when one of his squad members approached a creature know as a dingo, insistent they had seen these creatures before and they were tame. They barely escaped with 5 of the original 7 members of his squad.

Another moment Tar'van recalls was the brutal mauling they witnessed by the hands of a creature called an ‘Emu’

“Don’t feel too bad,” the prisioner mocked. “We lost a war to the Emu’s as well.”

Now with only 4 members of their squad left, including themself, Tar'van had learned to listen to the prisoner, to be wary of the simplest of creatures. This human was of the sub-species of ‘Zookeeper’ after all.

The ‘Zookeeper’ looks off to the distance, where the creature is.

“It’s a kangaroo, leave it be and you’ll be fine.” Tar'van nods, a human signal of acknowledgement if they are correct. The human smiles a bit.

“That creature cannot possibly harm us.” Tar'van’s squadleader protests. “It is so docile. I will aproach it and bring back it’s head to show this human is a fearmongering liar.”

The human reels back, a look of disgust crosses their face and anger passes through their eyes.

“Fucking do it mate, I dare ya.” The human hisses. The squad leader puffs up their hoinn gland, a sign of pride to their species, and aproached the so called ‘Kangaroo’.

“This will be unpleasant.” A squadmate mutters as they watch their leader raise their fist and bring it down on the creature. The ‘Kangaroo’ looks a little stunned by the impact, before it raises itself upon its strong tail and uses its powerful heind legs to launch their squadleader backwards through the air.

Their squadleader lands upon the ground, unmoving with black blooded oozeing from them. It appears Tar'van is the squads leader now.

“I don’t know what they expected.” the human says, smugness filling their tone. “Kangaroos are fucking shreaded. 8-pack and all.”

Tar'van steps forward to the human, whom inches back in a sign of fear as Tar'van pulls their blade from its holster, and in their first act as leader, frees the human of the bonds around their hands.

“Please,” Tar'van bags. “Get us back safely.”

[miracufic]

@kryallaorchid, you guys really lost a war to emus?  Why was it necessary?

[kryallaorchid]

oh, mate, you never mess with the emus.

[kawaguardian]

(Jesus christ. Dont get us started on kangaroos)

They had faced Emu’s. They had lost one in the battle but had experienced them. But this was no emu.

Looking to their guide, they all stare in horror as his face changes from calculating to fear. Pure, heart consuming horror as he stares at the large bird.
“Cassowary…”
They mimic him in fear. Squawking the horrific name as another joins the first in the mad run towards them.

The only ones to survive was the native guide and Tar'van. The guide was carrying the soldier over his shoulder as they made their way back to the settlement.
Tar'van was a wreck. Periodically alternating between rocking in complete silence and whispering broken words in horror.
When they consulted the native all he said was “Its spring…. Magpie season…”

[paksenarrion-reader]

“Listen up, troops. This armour upgrade has been tested both in the laboratories of the best Imperial military scientists and in the field. We are impervious to the stings of any insect on this hellhole of a planet, striped or not! We can brave the perils of its wildlife, and conquer it at long last! Revenge for our fallen companions! Glory to the Emperor!”

“Excuse me,” the native Terran guide speaks up in a tired tone, and the squad’s cheers die on their lips. “This is Japan. You haven’t seen what–”

“Silence, worm! No sting can penetrate this plating!”

The guide tries to warn them once again, merely earning a blow that throws them to their knees. The troops set out, morale high, certain in their ability to brave the wildlife now and thirsting for vengeance against the non-sentient native species. One soldier thumps his fist against a tree. A hollow sound follows.

In an instant, the soldier is the centre of a storm of the striped insects. At first, no one pays it any mind. Their little stings cannot penetrate the new plating, after all.

But then the soldier falls to his knees, and the squad stares in horror as the insects enclose him in layer upon layer of their own bodies, all moving. The squad’s medic yells a warning at everyone to stay back, watching the readouts of the unfortunate soldier’s armour on their diagnostic screen with undisguised horror. The insects aren’t even stinging. They simply keep moving, one atop the other, and the soldier’s body temperature is slowly rising until he drops to the ground, quite literally cooked alive. The insect swarm takes off, unharmed save for the ones that were crushed when the trooper fell.

Finally asked about what happened, the human sighs. “Japanese honeybees. They do this to wasps, too.”

[murkymuse]

“How?” You ask. “How has your species dominated this planet?” 

The human bares its teeth. A smile, they call it. Something humans do when they are happy. Yet you can’t help but think of all the creatures with the their large fangs and sharp teeth. (What kind of species uses a threat signal as a sign of happiness?)

“Persistence and ingenuity.” The human answers, still smiling. 

It doesn’t matter that this one is your prisoner. Humans, you decide, are as terrifying as their planet.  

[fallenwithstyle]

“And scattered about it … were the Martians–dead!–slain by the putrefactive and disease bacteria against which their systems were unprepared; slain as the red weed was being slain; slain, after all man’s devices had failed, by the humblest things that God, in his wisdom, had put upon this earth.” 

– HG Wells, The War of the Worlds,1898

[catbountry]

I’m picturing aliens going up against a hoard of Canadian geese, or a swan.

I think at that point they’d just give up.

[invaderdrey]

Or fire ants

[eeyore9990]

No one even MENTIONED snakes yet…

[breelandwalker]

This thing gets better EVERY FUCKING TIME I SEE IT.

[fir-trees-unite]

“Let us try the creatures that the humans keep for domestic companionship”

“Is that a miniature tiger?”

“Why does this human own a small pack of wolves?”

The aliens ask their human captive why small wolves live with them. 

“Oh, you mean dogs? Yeah, they’re the only animals that can keep up with us.”

The aliens look at each other in fear. “What do you mean?”

“Oh well that’s why you guys ‘won’ is because humans aren’t super fast or strong. I think my middle school biology teacher called us pursuit predators? It means we evolved to hunt things by following them at walking pace until they had to stop to sleep and then catching up to them then. Dogs are the only animals that can keep up with us. Did you know one time a pack of wolves tailed a herd of caribou for three days straight?”

“Uh… okay, what about these small round things with big teeth?”

“Omg dude no if you give a hamster enought time that little fucker can chew through concrete :)”

The aliens wonder if the surrender of humanity was a trap.

[grimm-fairy]

Somebody do sharks or sea creatures next. Giant squids would wreak havoc on their ships.

[hedgiwithapen]

rebloging because Hamsters are the most demonic critter on the planet for real.
also, hummingbirds. Humming birds will attack /owls/

[fenixfoxtrot510]

I’m not much of a science fiction fan but, this is beautiful.

[drunkoncaffeineanddepression]

Please give me more I’m begging you all.

[randomingoftherandomness]

Anyone gonna talk about Rabbits yet? I have one and honestly, it looks cute and all, but those little demons will bite and claw you and you won’t see it coming

[fudisi-space-spinster]

I’ve seen this several times now and I have to add to it because I love it so much enjoy: 

They’d all been assured that this terran island was non-dangerous. They had few large predators, the climate was temperate and mild, and was comparatively small compared to many of the “countries” they’d been to so far. Kowixx had trouble believing this however. So far, it had been proven time and again that to assume safety on Earth was a death sentence. Xer squad leader believed that this place was safe however, and that meant they had to follow. The leader had been fighting on Earth for two months now; for soldiers sent to this hell planet, two months practically made you a veteran.

Soon, however, Kowixx was proven right. They landed on the beaches first, after an hour of travelling over cold ocean; the only way that they could approach as their airborne ships couldn’t survive the colder temperatures in the Northern hemisphere, and it was supposedly “winter” this time of year. Kowixx could only dream of being back on their moderate, non-extreme planet, thousands of jur’wens away. From the second they started marching up the sand, which easily caved beneath their feet, tall, spindly human structures were rising out of the sea mist. A shudder going down xer spine, Kowixx was sure they were being watched. Even more so when a dull grey shape glided down from the sky and landed in front of the squad leader. Xe ordered a halt and  the men stopped. It seemed non-dangerous at first. Grey and brown, a rather dull looking creature with ridiculous webbed feet and a dark beak. It moved closer to the squad leader, as if inspecting. The squad leader wasn’t going to take any chances. Xe pulled xer weapon from xer side and fired. The creature screeched, its noise ear-piercing, its wings flaring up at the sand beneath it melted. 

Immediately, its cries were repeated a hundred fold from above, and more of the hideous things began diving out of the sky. Keeping their heads down, they all tried to run, Kowixx muttering a prayer for xer life. Vicious sharp beaks bit and tore at the soldiers skin, the large grey beasts dropped more and more out of the sky, almost invisible in the mist if not for their demonic screeching. Some of them even crashed straight into the soldiers, with their full body weight, thorn like claws ripping at armour and hideous squawking hurting their ears. One poor soldier collapsed in the sand and was immediately set upon by four of the great things, screaming with bloodlust.

Eventually they made it to safety, sheltering in a human building. They captured a lone human later, and asked it about these creatures. This island was supposed to be safe?! What were these new monsters? The human didn’t quite get it at first, and then realised. “Ah, a seagull. They probably thought you had food. When you shot at them you pissed them off.” The squad leader frowned “so, we should’ve fed it?!” The human laughed, an awful sound after that experience. “No, if you’d have fed it they would never have left you alone. You can’t win against seagulls. You just have to run and hope they don’t catch up to you first”. The squad leader demanded to know if there would be any more of these beasts. The human looked away from xer, and focused on Kowixx. Kowixx felt xer heart double take as it said coldly “seagulls are everywhere here.”

[hornygold]

If there was one thing that Baerhwan had learned about this hellhole of a planet, it’s that now matter how dangerous the thing directly in front of you looked, there was always something even worse somewhere else – and if you were really unlucky, “somewhere else” was five yards away and getting closer all the time. He still had nightmares about the killer bee incident. According to one of their human guides, honey bees were considered to be a symbol of cosy, rural domesticity; it was only later that Baerhwan had discovered that they killed more humans each year than any animal other than humans themselves.

It was for this reason that Baerhwan glanced at his superior with concern about xir mental well-being.

He could understand the admiral’s decisions. Naktok had seen almost a third of xir invasion force decimated by the local wildlife – more than in the entire war with the Lumati - and half of the survivors would be in psychiatric restructuring for the next several years. So the decision made five weeks ago to activate the Limsaq Protocol – something only done once before in the entire history of the Imperium – made a kind of vague sense. Nevertheless, Baerhwan had an uneasy feeling that the plan wouldn’t go smoothly.

The Limsaq Protocol was simplicity itself: a team would be sent back into the planet’s past, and would alter the biosphere to make it more amenable to the various species of the Imperium. It was rarely even considered, since the consequences were hard to predict. The only other planet this had been done to was Limsaq, which had originally been home to a particularly vicious, expansionist and xenophobic species, the Schloq, who had been threatening several Imperium colonies and two sourceworlds. A team had been sent back, and the Schloq (along with a few parasite species dependent upon them) had been wiped out, reversing the extinction of several hundred of Limsaq’s other species and ending the threat for good. It was a comparatively minor change to the planet’s biosphere, and had resulted in a wholly new, unpopulated and easily colonisable world.

Naktok’s plan went rather further. Xe hoped to wiped out this planet’s native life entirely, and replace it with species from other worlds – create a whole new biosphere from scratch. Unfortunately the process would take several tens of millions of years to work. Even with the use of temporal hop-pods, the logistical undertaking was immense.

Naktok believed xirself to be infallible and indestructible - a common flaw in xir species - and strode boldly and purposefully out of the hop-pod, ready to begin the process of destroying the local wildlife. But when, just a few seconds after exiting the temporal hop-pod, Naktok was bitten in two by a set of jaws that looked disturbingly like those of a crocodile, only much, much larger, Baerhwan was not as surprised as he might have been at an earlier time in his life. This was Earth, after all. Of course it had fifteen foot tall, forty foot long carnivorous reptiles with teeth longer than a human hand. What else could there possibly have been, a hundred million years in the past?

[hollowfacade]

From: Office of the Supreme Invader, Nak'i'shan
To: High Command

I am tending my resignation.  I know that’s not really allowed, but I received a field promotion after my predecessors were slain by local wildlife.  I doubt anyone expected the naturalist to end up in command in the first place.  

This planet baffled me for almost the entirety of our campaign, and I have recently come into new information that has weighted heavily upon the lower of my hearts.  I’m sure you’re aware of the events thus far from the reports you’ve received.  When the chain of command left me in charge, I first considered wiping out the population and leaving.  To ensure total destruction I spoke with the most learned humans.  I considered our usual policy, of orbital bombardment and radioactive salts, but was informed one of the local’s failed atomic reactors is inhabited by a fungus that thrives in radiation. 

I next considered using our ships to collide an asteroid with the surface.  I then discovered this already happened many millions of orbits in the past.  This lead me to learn of what the humans call extinction events.  This planet has survived many.  I now understand, this is a planet of survivors.  More destruction would only make them a problem for the space faring peoples of the distant future.  
In desperation I began examining the local genetics in preparation for the release of our most horrific weapon, the Duon'shik plague.

Imagine, to my horror, when I realized the pathogens that caused the Duon'shik holocaust were not created in a lab by some omnicidal maniac, as we all thought, but evolved on this planet.  Someone must have collected samples from this place and unwittingly released them on Duon’shik by accident.  Everything on this planet would be held in secure orbital containment over a barren world if it was being studied. 

The locals named their wet planet ‘dirt’.  It is so unassuming a name, don’t you think?  You wouldn’t expect it to harbor the most deadly creatures in existence. 

The true horror of my discovery, however, was that the locals call the most deadly virus of the Duon'shik holocaust ‘The Common Cold’. They consider it a minor inconvenience.  Only their weakest members are slain by it.  What’s worse, they claim there are over 200 varieties of it on their planet.  The lessons learned of protection from biological warfare from Duon'shik are the only reason our forces didn’t die within days and weeks of planetfall. 

I next considered retreat.  I conferred with the local biologists first, to try and prevent another tragedy like Duon'shik.  I learned we are all now covered in the local microbes, and creatures they call ‘mites’. They live on the skin and in the follicles of every human.  They call them harmless, but I’m concerned.  This planet contains the most tenacious life ever encountered, and there is no way to remove it from our bodies without killing the host. 

My last act of my office is to create a quarantine code higher than the Duon'shik exclusion.  Any ships attempting to approach or leave Earth will be fired upon.  I’ve made peace with the locals, and hope their knowledge of disease treatment will keep my forces alive long enough that we can coexist.  I know some minds might consider the possibility of an even deadlier plague than those now inhabiting Duon'shik and think only of what profits could be made, so I intend to ignore all transmissions.  There are no friendly ship codes.  Nothing must ever escape this planet ever again.  

Terrified, Nak'i'shan, Naturalist and Supreme Invader.  

[nalukaiooc]

The fire cleanses

[moonlandingwasfaked]

we aren’t build to last as a species

[nowthatswhaticallanime]

Symphogear is the Fast and Furious of magical girl anime.

[undeadchestnut]

I FINALLY FINISHED IT

…is Dark Souls even relevant anymore?

This is my personal farewell to a game series that has managed to captivate and move me like no other. Perhaps you will find a few of your own experiences reflected within it, too. If you’ve found this comic, I’m glad we could undertake a small part of this journey together. Enjoy!

(I would have liked to include so many more things but ajksdkflkanc I’m just glad it is done)

[bogleech]

You know, with all the language throughout Star Wars about “giving in” to the Dark Side, how the Dark Side makes you more powerful, how the Dark Side makes you age strangely and destroys you, it sure doesn’t sound like an “opposite side of the coin” so much as the “deeper end of the pool,” like it’s actually the true form of the force and being a Jedi is about keeping it tamed so it doesn’t eat you the way it actually wants.

[sinbadism]

the force is entropy

[asgardreid]

Eldritch Jedi pls

[daxxglax]

This is one of the reasons i love the second Knights of the Old Republic game, wherein one of the major characters (who defines herself neither as Jedi nor Sith) actually views the Force this way, saying  “I hate the Force. I hate that it seems to have a will, that it would control us to achieve some measure of balance, when countless lives are lost.”

It’s also the game that gave us the two most entropic, eldritch characters in the franchise: Darth Nihilus, whose dark-side-borne ability to feed on the Force and consume life itself has twisted him into a half-living “wound in the Force”, more presence than flesh

and Darth Sion, whose entire body is a ruin, his flesh nothing but ragged scar tissue, every bone and muscle broken and torn, kept animated by will alone as he forces himself, second by agonizing second, to exist

I wish there were more horrifying perspectives on the force like that

[jollysunflora]

#the force is a horrorterror

[respainey]

This is one of the reasons the term “Light Side” never felt right to me, even before it was used in any official media; The Force always struck me more like an ocean than a binary concept: the deeper you go, the darker and more crushing it gets — at a certain point becoming an effectually consistent darkness — and while light filters down and fades for some distance, if there is a truly light “side” it’d be the surface.

Which isn’t to say “the Force is evil unless you flounder about near the top” — just that it’s a natural force, and as such is something you need to respect and be adequately prepared for. (Take electricity, for example: super awesome and pretty dang useful, but OH HOLY SMOKES don’t try and harness it unless you REALLY know what you’re doing!)

In this sense, being tempted by the Dark Side is less a case of “Hey, I wonder what’s on the other side of this coin it looks pretty cool haha oh whoops I’m Space Walter White now,” and more one of “The deeper into this thing you go, the harder you’ll need to fight to resist the ever-increasing pressure, to remain whole, even to just see whatever the heck you’re actually doing.”

(which is why Jedi training is so important: those padawans gotta build themselves a mental Deepsea Challenger!)

[jasjuliet]

THIS META BLESSED ME

[cockslutkylo]

i am alive. kotor is a fucking blessing and im honestly so pissed they de-canonized it because that shit was a wealth of incredibly deep and fascinating world building they essentially tossed out the window. Kotor offered an entirely different perspective on the force; there is so much more to it than the antiquated good vs. evil concept we see in the films. 

[sinningsquire]

I always imagined “the narrow path of the Jedi” like a surfer riding a wave and desperately balancing to stay above the water as long as they can, whereas the Dark Side would be more like becoming the wave, rolling with it and all its power - but ultimately, like every wave, breaking.