...does Harrow Even Know What "death First To Vultures And Scavengers" Means? Or Was She Just Sitting

My teammate said she got busted for using chatgpt today and I burst out laughing and said "so not only did you USE chatgpt, but you also got CAUGHT doing it?"

We need to publicly shame these people.

we need to make using chatgpt embarrassing bc sorry it really is. what do you mean you can’t write an email

Knives! Get your Knives here for no particular reason!

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Get em while they're cold, get em while they're sharp!

Special discount if your name is Brutus for no reason in particular!

Ohhhh god something something story uhhhhh.....

The first thing I wished I had been told about the snow was how fucking cold it was. People had mentioned it being cold before, but not one person said how immediately and completely the frost would settle into my being. How it would seep through my skin and muscles and pierce my bones with ice. No one mentioned how my hands would hurt from the cold, how hard it would be to curl my frozen fingers around my sword.

There were no bugs, no birds, and no wind. Nothing to hide the crunch of my feet in the snow. It was an odd sound. I was sure that snow wasn't meant to sound like that, but then again, I'd never encountered it before, so what did I know? My breath, steady and slow, fogged out in front of me like a dragon's breath. I eyeballed the structure before me, watching for any sign of movement. Arches and spires, the color of which vaguely resembled the rust on my borrowed weapon, towered before me. The bridge, and the platform at the end which the building rested on, dropped down into a deadly fall, the bottom and anything beyond that repeating structure obscured by fog.

The trail of foot prints in front of me had been filled by snow, but there was only one place they could have led to. The wind picked up, whipping little shards of ice and snow into my squinting eyes. I tilted my head against it and pushed onwards, nearing the entrance. I knew that my enemy waited somewhere inside. I knew that my mission was almost complete.

the venn diagram of “people who write” and “people who are perpetually confused by their own plot” is a circle.

It wasn't until high school that I began seeing the world as a story to be written. It was a survival tactic, I think, for covid. That and a general habit created by my near-constant writing.

To that extent, it wasn't until post-lockdown that I realized how fucking cool fog is. And since it's foggy today, I'm going to talk about it.

I think that fog is only cool as a visual medium. Book descriptions don't do it justice. "A bank of fog rolls in" "tendrils of fog reach through the trees" yeah but what does that LOOK like?

It looks like a digital artist was drawing clouds behind a mountain and misplaced a layer. It looks like a cloud bisecting the landscape. The tops of the trees look like an island rising out of a flat calm, gray sea while the bottom half of it, the bushes and the houses and the roads, looks like an unfinished painting. If two people were to stand down the road and hold a flashlight, it would be a damn good impression of a car.

And I think a lot of authors forget to describe how fucking damp everything is. There's always this impending sense of rain. Nothing is dry except maybe your clothes, and odds are they're not gonna stay dry for long. Your socks and shoes are toast the moment you stray from a paved road. Hope you like wet socks.

Fog doesn't work like the poison mist in the hunger games. You don't walk into a wall of fog unless some outside force has confined the fog to a specific area. It's a gradual claustrophobia, a slow loss of sight.

It's also usually still when the fog is thick. Otherwise, the wind would blow it away, right? But unless a monsoon is following the fog, there's not quite that eerie "calm before the storm" stillness. It has a different vibe to it.

But you can't say all that without interrupting the flow of the story, so people tend to stick to the simpler descriptions.

some people think writers are so eloquent and good with words, but the reality is that we can sit there with our fingers on the keyboard going, “what’s the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?” and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is “unofficial”, and we know that’s not the right word, but it’s the only word we can come up with…until finally it’s like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is “artificial”.

John Gaius shortly before eating the solar system to kill some useless bastard billionaires, creating the creatures that would hunt him and his friends down for the next 10000 years and also the Barbie that will (hopefully) lead to his downfall in the process.

sometimes i wonder what it's like to he mentally stable. anyway *resets the universe* this time it's gonna work out for sure

One Piece is so fucking stupid. Especially the Enies Lobby arc.

Demon God Zoro, who can conjure the image of a war god through sheer force of will, has had his tits out for three arcs. He's fighting a giant giraffe. They exchange 1-2 blows then stand around and talk for 5 minutes.

Sanji, a monster who fights only with his legs because hands are too valuable to a chef to damage, got turned into a literal bar of soap because he refused to hit a woman. This is not a good thing, as the woman assisted in kidnapping his friend and crewmate.

Nami controlos the weather. No, she doesn't have powers. In fact, she's just a normal person and often runs away from battles (frankly, same, girl. Leave the fighting to the fucking freaks on your team). She just has a Really Cool Stick that makes weird weather shit happen.

Usopp is pretending to be a superhero because he's too cowardly to talk about his feelings with his captain after they had a big fight. His alter ego is Sniper King and he wears a goofy mask, and he sings his own theme song. He also nearly got killed by a furry.

Chopper had to turn himself into an eldritch beast to win a fight against an annoying theater kid.

Franky nearly died as a child because he thought he could stop a train by hugging it. He turned himself into a cyborg, but...only the front half. His backside still bleeds. He's also powered by cola. Using vegetable juice rather than cola turns him into an annoying health nut, btw.

Luffy is getting his ass beat by a man who, for the entire arc before this, had a pigeon speak for him. Pigeon man is also a furry. There's a lot of furries this arc.

Robin is being tormented by a purple-haired clown (not really a clown, because shockingly that's a distinction that needs to be made and there's a BLUE haired clown elsewhere), who is trying to drag her to jail for the crime of...not dying when her island was blown off the map. Her solution? Bite the edge of the fucking bridge so he can't move her. And it's fucking working. Her jaw is strong enough to stop a full grown man from dragging her away (at least for a few minutes).