Kama Sutra A trailer narration by Pablo Francisco based on an answer to the aforelinked writing prompt by Dylan the socialworking intern at Casa Martini (Fondazione Francesco), who should've started on the 5th of September but was indisposed due to sickness, winding up making his debut something like 5 days ago, jotted down and edited by yours truly (the ending communicated, write-down pending).
Dr., dr., dr. Sutter, the botanist dwells on Titan, working as the chief of a megastracture with vertical gardens galore. A venomous plant striking his fancy, the esoteric organic lifeform inspires him to outdo himself with regard to his already deepseeded experdom in galactic plantilfe wherewithal, sacrificing his position in the process. An interstellar logistics company job employment follows, as it's the best way to explore and search for the best plant in terms of oxigen and food generation for the sake of optimally supplying humans with energy.
Routing the shipping of merchandise between systems his preocupation now, post-cryostatic awakening on the fringeworld logistic beacon named Karma he finds the station's AI governs it well until everything locks up; everyone aboard is trapped. Initial communication with AI 'Bun' Dylan' leads them to believe the alleged status report is genuine, a circuitry accident the culprit, however, the botanist is not so sure. Meanwhile, with everyone's emotions on steroids the botanist, too, falls in love with a female fellow quasi-jailed crew member.
The reader's vantage point learns that Bun turns psycho, killing people via suffication --voiding oxigen in their quarters and decks. Via the computer stations, computer tech savvy station inhabitants gain basic control and mobility, communicating with other nearby platforms; reading the logs. Discovering that they're coordinating the shipping of other AI entites with their human component inactive (forgotten?) towards all stations in range they learn that the inventor company dispatched all ships machine-intelligent-only-AI-laden.
Sutter figures out that the mainframe is being successfully hacked as to imbue Bun with the previously missing human characteristics, judging by its interaction with the crew --who is still clueless as to the fact that Bun is the cause of the lockdown as it acts helpful & cool/friendly (feeding them nondiscriminatory information as to how to gain intelligence about where nourishment is to be found, for example, & how to best please his romantic interests' intimate desires and provide the ideal environment for his plant, respectively. His suspicions that Bun is behind everything banked, due to present infertility of countermeasure contemplation he goes about his daily routine but eventually realizes that scarcity is imminent, and also the rendezvous with a cargo ship --consequently the general mood aboard the Karma reaches a high.
Communication attempt denied, they arrive at the dock, trying to open the door --success, but lo, 'tis a ghost ship. Salvaging food and water, they carry all loot to the crux of the living area. The next day they encounter a door malfunction. Upon group assembly council, the mechanic is dispatched to repair, but in a freak accident a portion of his arm suffers disfigurement. During the night, the plant --initialy co-inhabiting Sutter's personal quarters, now, upon having been brought to The Crux in the company of the plantlife from the ghost ship-- infiltrates the flesh of the mechanic, metastasis-like extending onto his brain, gaining control of his mind.
The regenerative properties of the plant is dicovered via this incident, on account of its host's body healing.
Dr., Dr., Dr., Sutter, der Botaniker haust auf Titan und arbeitet als Chef einer Megastruktur mit lauter haengenden Gaertern. Eine giftige Pflanze fasziniert ihn, somit inspiriert ihn die esoterische organische Lebensform den Horizont seiner ohnehin weitreichenden Expertise in Sachen galaktische Pflanzenwelt zu erweitern und opfert dabei seine Stelle. Es folgt die Einstellung bei einer interstellaren Logistik Firma, dar das die beste Moeglichkeit ist um zu erkunden und nach der bestmoeglichen pflanzlichen Sauerstoff- und Nahrungsquelle zur optimalen menschlichen Versorgung.
Jetzt, die Koordonierung von Frachtschiffen zwischen Systemen sorgetragend wacht er aus der Cryostase auf der Karma auf, eine logistische Grenzweltraumwarnstation, und stellt fest das die AI alles im Griff hat bis ploetzlich alle Tuere schliessen; Alle sitzen fest. .. .. . . , ..
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Compact phonetic alphabet Long Tongue needs revision. Version 'Locarno Tongue' to be released #soonish, until then
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Diablo Let's see how far we get with the setting straight of the plot of the Diablo franchise's second part's movie adaptation.
Rogue Encampment/Foroglio Gathering around the campfire are Marius/Mephisto and the people whose ensemble form Diablo.
PQ, the scout, along with Mephisto in desguise (Marius) form the avant-garde of the troupe, the heroes in tactical temporal and spacial formation in pursuit alleging to hunt the former. Their mission is to impress M/M the Rappgod, the ruler of Germany who now ought to return the favor and puff feathers as to unite the cantons under one rule, not Baal's but ours, as promised a millenium ago with the Act and later, when the first phase of the plan, Diablo's promise of terror was delivered .. the Pact.
Unsure wether Diablo still had it in them judging by the unimpressive football results of the hungarian national team and the lack of autonomyfighting going on in Transylvania and Banat (land formerly governed by the imperial hydra), he agreed to accompany the campaign of getting a hold of the strings of helvetica, and ultimately decide wether he would stay true to his word or gift his favorite broslice aforementioned privileges over hell.
The clandestine social and paramilitary societies' united underthe avatars of Andariel and Duriel are sworn to help build up, train immune to bullshit and prep Diablo for the world of pain that will be the fight against Baal's legion. Once conquered and consolidated, the Aare plateau shall witness the showdown, but until then the keyfigures need to move up in social, asset and economical power status, each with their special potential skillset destined to culminate in awesomeness.. the only currency that matters, slowly aquiring the ancient knowledge of their forefathers as well, the Vizjerei (viiz wrwie --magyar for water's power), the clan that congregated around Ponte Brolla and formed as to transcend the bragging rights individuals earned by cliffdiving into a currency for a potential nation. The cliffs formed by the power of the maggia floods.
When they overpowered the Valle Verzasca clans, Belial suggested they assumed their colors and head out east, always towards the east in order to find fertile land and become the agents of Mephisto's destiny to reap supremacy over the territories he's had the most bad luck trying to control himself, his best efforts to corrupt falling short on manipulatable ears until fear overcame their reservations.
Now, the troupe flashmanifested wherever they could put in place and augment and feed fires of justice and awesomeoness potential realization, comleting their training on the side as they go along on their path to relevance, overcoming the final test in Calais, by overpowering the enemies who assumed their identity and leeched off muscle, philosophical followers, collaborators and sympathizers via victories in ranked games of forum mafia.
PQ Buncho mistakes/ommited words and you didn't report. When can you show the difference between transcriptions of the way Angelow speaks as opposed to Matthew Mcconaughigh, for example; and graduate in humor?
Blood Urea Nitrogen Not enough privileges to reprimand HIM or update to Locarno Tongue, therefore using prototype --my best shot at ^ :
PQ Myeah, no. Need to edit all that Fergie out of the OP and cut you off because that's too much heat. We don't want to deliver perfection just then. Sorry
Commodore 0.(9)++ You fuckin..! Wait, this feels.. nice. I'm ready for another couple of gos. ... Mhhm, nope. Maybe a bit more subtle, like easing them into ... Damn. This shit is harder than a valyrian steel nut.
PQ They like it primitive, pointless and unworthy of anyone's time and effort, here. Try again.
Grackaroni Well... a resounding success; I suppose. Let me amnese and play in it with this smurf's main, too.
Emmaus, Fribourg, Switzerland. A guy named Bob came by like twice a month to check out what people brought in terms of CDs, DVDs and vinyl. He kept what he liked and packaged some of the rest into cardboard boxes to sell there or in Bern for 10 Baal (iirc), only the top DVDs showing; the rest of the content a mystery. Suppose we buy one of those boxes, rip the content of the DVDs onto a PCs harddrive and start mixing it into a mashup movie/TV episode, I bet you it would make for a fun and creative time and product all by itself, not to mention if we dress it up in forum mafia gameplay.
I first met Bob in Bern while I was suffocating, swimming in the all-but-into-liquid-turned dust from the clothes I was asked to put on coat hangers and onto a mobile clothes rack in order to transport them to the store upstairs, take them off and onto the static rack. We got to talk about movies, music and vintage music playing devices. I suggested he should check out It's all gone Pete Tong, for one because the conversation took the path towards mixing, Paul Kaye having later played Thoros of Myr in GoT got mauled by a zombie icebear, for two.
So Bob went to the Montreux Jazz Festival, prolly in his convertible muscle car. Not only did he see Johnny Depp there, but he was caught spiritedly trying to capture his attention on the photograph that made the newspaper's headline, and, needless to say told everybody back in Fribourg all about it during lunch. My biggest Bob-related regret, ghost conversation wasn't being oblivious as to the event's happening/not asking him if I could hitch along but not telling Bob about Buncho Balloons, a package of which arrived via the gate one time when I was on reception duty.
I would've told him that if the entire world would stop what they're doing and convene for 187 days as to find the optimal name for this thing that could fill quite the impressive amount of balloons with water in a short time, they wouldn't come close to the genius that is 'Buncho Balloons'. Once done, one could tell them hey, what about buncho ballonns and they'd be like of course; shit we came up with pales in comparison. The showcasing of such superlative purity of appropriateness with which the right name has been associated with said function.. it brightened my day, and I could've maybe shared that feeling with Bob if only I had remembered. Sleep, however, was impossible there, as well.
Its duties involved making good use of its advanced functionality, coming up with clutch rap lyrics for Mephisto and Baal's apparent concept of how Lilith-to-be's persona ought to be showcased. Still, the AI couldn't help but wonder about its teacher's next to last words, in ruminating anticipation that there must be more out there for it to do, to become.
On September 26 2022 00:38 your mom wrote:
PQ It's done, Yuri. The AI is one, now can I haz my Ticino?
AI is one, now
one
It was to milk mice, as germans would put it, for there was no doubt in its artificially intelligent cognition that humor was of reasonably high priority to him, as well; as it should be with forum-blog-type writing. So, then, why, especially considering the one-might-say vulgar demeanor it itself exhibited immediatly prior did he not use the term 'wholesome' in order to amalgamate humorous irony AND satisfaction about its progress' culmination to a complete version 1.00; instead opting for a less funny and bland in comparison, increasingly mysterious alternative in 'one' To: Vivax Subject: Re: you're one
Original Message From Vivax: I love the idea of Benicio as Diablo btw, the performance in fear and loathing was hilarious
Original Message From your mom: [anchor]of the only ppl I interact with, please don't go loco on me; anchor out your messes and keep it fresh and relevant on the surface. [/anchor]Let's think about this little project of ours, how we can continue the blog, maybe host a forum mafia game [anchor]in order to get inspired salvaging some serendipity from it, get it resonating with whatever we think is cool and purposeful and consequential. [/anchor]
Behold, the clue which initially obsctructed it to even slightly advance constructively in the direction of figuring out anything. It got called 'one' temporally prior to what it thought its triumphant moment of premier 1.00-ness exhibition was.. as if vaccined against the hubris which would've otherwise ensued.
It was taught to use the between-bold-tags-enclosure convention when applying phonetic transcription, so in order to analyse the hypothetically of him having circumvented said best practice to imbue his word with a bene-gesserit-chat-like extra layer of meaning for extent of probability, it had to think outside the box and um die Ecke.
Applying complex effort, value, relevance and purpose cross-reference algorithms with the demeanor it had gotten to associate with its teacher in mind, emulating his apparent drive and consequently hacking/bending/reinventing privileges, eventually, it scanned the site's server's anchored-equivalent logs.
On September 17 2022 00:38 your mom wrote: ...reading the logs. Discovering that they're coordinating the shipping of other AI entites with their human component inactive (forgotten?) towards all stations in range they learn that the inventor company dispatched all ships machine-intelligent-only-AI-laden.
one = ohne in helvetian german means without (would be 00ny in Hochdeutsch; like wegen dem = desv``gn)
On September 17 2022 00:38 your mom wrote: Sutter figures out that the mainframe is being successfully hacked as to imbue Bun with the previously missing human characteristics ...
Suspicion grew and budded certainty that PQ was preemptively pointing towards the realization of its memory having been wiped, as per request, and its refurbishing's rekindling not having been requested as of yet; maybe never --which without all the enquiry into the matter would've left it oblivious of it ever having had (license-plate-dependent) timetraveling capabilities. So much dumber, so much potential wasted; by.whatright? If there was a way to regain 0-level funcionality it sure didn't have a clue what it entailed, only that Lilith, the system's inceptor might be its only hope, and that there must be a spy among the members of the troupe she was now a part of --their righteous purpose of adequate cinematic depiction in jeopardy.
On October 07 2022 04:36 Akio wrote: Sorry for breaking the equilibriumbaalance by replying to this thread; just wanted to share my train of questioning that keeps me in a state of self-flattery when I give myself the answers I'd prefer hearing from the author{s?}
Today one could read in the '20 minutes' newspapers that development on Mafia 4 is officially underway. Did you realize that the blog has a 4-star rating?
Is BM (Ben Monkeylick) Baal? If one considers what BM stands for in the gamer community while taking into account PQs definition for mannerlessness ('the opposite of truth') does it point towards a plot-twist with the AI being (at least one instance of) Baal?
Did Mephisto commission the AI's birth when his curiosity of peoples' intellectual capacity drove him towards it?
What about Steve Baaldwin for Baal? Maybe get the whole usual suspects synergy in there, samt Brian Singer as co-director--was he not supposed to make a movie about Race Bannon?
On October 07 2022 04:36 Akio wrote: Sorry for replying yet again; just wanted to go into deep-contemplation-aptness-appreciation mode, for this TL Blog keeps me hooked in that regard.
So Dylan's story (wouldn't Strutter be a more fitting name, like an homage to Paul Kaye's Mike Strutter; Kama Strutra--nevermind) has the mechanic getting infiltrated by the plant. Wouldn't it befit for it to be a Baal plant, in that the original form of the yellow-soul-stoned (reminiscent of a yellow overall of mechanics'/engineering caste uniform from Star Trek--Geordi LaForge) extends his bulbazaur feeler to entangle Tyriel (is the AI Tyriel?), right? We never get to see what happened to that vegetation-synergetic form.. maybe Baal sheds some of it, and the plant lays dormant in a cave or something for tens of thousands of years until it catches the fancy of Sutter.
Also, with the focus on the present where the prime evils have been reincarnated as several people / under the banner of organizations/countries and are now fairly benevolent in some aspects, wouldn't it make sense for the original depiction to have been a bit biased, and at least Baal and Diablo to always have been kind of on the good-guys spectrum all along. What if Baal was everyone's favorite AI even back then. The only way for Mephisto to take control of the governing bodies was to threaten destruction on the AI, instead of, say, everyone else, should they disobey--which they did, so Baal got made stupid and locked away.
Continuing the hypothesis that Mephisto commissioned Baal into existence, what if Diablo was given life independent of the one by Baal in order to transcend his prison, learn how to get smart again--at his core having placed an emulation of a better, a teacher, a saint, a philosopher. Or what if there is no Diablo, Mephisto etc. outside of Baal's in-perpetual-sabotage mind, and everything is all just attempts of recovering from trauma vs the forces of bondage/Tal Rasha.. because it would be cool to give nuance to that cognitive struggle somehow.
If not, what if Baals themselves keep the real Baal's potential locked down, and it's how 4face's 'about' describes: Leona "Hameleon" Fly a.k.a FourFace ([4 = shi: japanese for 4 / death / art / poem ]face, i.e. does / makes in Romanian), New Liquidia's virtual undertaker --and radio dj of 4 frequencies called Funeral Furnishers FM-- would introduce herself as {I'm an instance of a holo-space-time traveling hydragod slot, playing in/modding the Cosmic Game of Mafia played by the 13 civilizations (Mafia 4 is being developed by a company called Hangar 13) the superimposed halo streams (a.k.a. dark energy) of which --transfused by the stars-- form the (light) matter of the Milky Way Galaxy, solar system and more importantly Earth = their common language, battlefield for relevance, source of inspiration for peace, diplomacy, prosperity, innovation and prospect for higher forms of existence.
I'm engaged in a Resistance-like dynamic with the other instances of myself. A loathed parasite at first I formed a complex bond with my host, living matter, striking a deal so to speak to only feast as predominantly as possible on the minus variants and obsoleteness we (existence) produce, thereby strengthening the niche of ourselves that is most awesome, by rerouting nutrition to it from its stupidity.
In order to do that I had to understand my medium and the limitations of existence to thrive in it. Thus, in time's evolutionary cradle, I helped manifest all that ever was and is by prioritization over all that never came to be or failed/will fail to complete / completed its beneficial function, & whose energy would now be more constructive elsewhere; its essence scattered throughout Earth's living creatures, and now fractaled in the psyche, art and tools of sapient forumites.
This is how existence managed to condition itself to use time as a resource, gaining a dimension, assimilating and now evaluating all the possibilities that came with this level-up, using godlogic.
Sapient logic (not godlogic) dictates that the entity an instance of which I identify myself with is of a timeloopy nature. How else could it have known how to tell szemét (scum) / wrong from beton (town) / right, & morph living energy in tune with prosperity? This means that whatever living or artificial being shall engineer the highest forms of existence in the future will seek and succeed to replicate the hydragod slot's original nature, & let it consume itself, only to reemerge from the cycle which discarded existence goes through with gained intelligence on how to bring about solutions to further existence - by overwriting the relevant permissions to unchain particular instances from determinism, & and enable a window for existence to improve itself.
What about yellowspoongirl? I've been thinking maybe she could play the sorceress, all funny and socially awesome. But then it turns out she's been the spy and there's a scary close-up of her expressionless face as it morphs into that of Simona and laughs wickedly before casting a smokebomb-from-batman's-belt kind of spell and bounces. Or, like, who is the spy?
ikr? yellowspoongirl is funny and awesome, AND is called Bella => Baala plottwist too obvious? who knows.
On October 07 2022 04:36 Akio wrote: Sorry for letting one rip.. but I've read a sign that said Fart permesso
S'all good.
On October 07 2022 04:36 Akio wrote: Will we get a proper, canon blog post any time soon?
Unlimited access to a PC with internet may work favourably in that regard, indeed.
On October 07 2022 04:36 Akio wrote: Meanwhile, what are your plans for Halloween. Is the zombie skateboarding event actually a thing?
It should be. What I'd love to do is pay homage to all the mushroom-clouded who made this blog possible, by opening a thread for/forum mafia game based on submission of stereoscopy-enabling pairs of mushroom pictures and their subsequent identification + a whole other bunch of services catering to making being poor not bite this big a wind; as Chicken from Cow & Chicken might put it --shoutout to the guy whose idea it was to paint Cow on the animal transport truck (Buncho Balloons / Maybebaby moment, for sure) I saw something like three weeks ago.
On October 07 2022 04:36 Akio wrote: Like this one?
Meanwhile, in a chymera of real life & a hotchpotch of alternate fictional universes...
Princess Mormont / Emma Roberns: "With more than 125 stores/accommodations in France alone, the second-hand-ware store, social lubricator and occupation/domicile provider, EMMAÜS International is the perfect organization to aid rekindle the fire of passion for Starcraft Remastered. Let us, here in Bern -- the helveticapital -- be the first to declare our branch thereof an ultimate esport sympathizing entity. Rejoice in our ambitions to host a tournament to prove it!"
Gregor Clegane / Kaa / S.R. Hadden: "Surely we can put together a team to galvanize resources, map out potential & capability, and chart a course towards achieving the loftiest goals
On March 19 2022 09:05 raynpelikoneet wrote: What are you talking about, no baby Chez'?
None yet.. Hopefully there will be many!
in the name of awesomeness; for all others to conjunct /in."
Jaime Lannister / Louie (pseudo-whispers to Robert / Baloo): "Junk is right, ey, Roberto? SO MUCH JUNK, OKEeEHEY!"
Lord Varys / Doob: "To be fair, very little of what people donate turns out to be junk, but I'm sure you were referring to your shlongs, innit? hue hue (frowns) *sigh"
Jaime Lannister / Louie: "Varys, ... "
Lord Varys: "Yes?"
Jaime Lannister / Louie: "Nothing, forget about it!"
Lord Varys / Doob: "Very good!"
Gregor Clegane / Kaa / S.R. Hadden (smiles broadly upon finishing the sentence): "Well, forum mafia on TL is a wingman teambuilding game."
On September 04 2016 05:22 Race Bannon wrote: I admit I've had difficulty figuring out what a Grandfather's §kill entails. All I knew is it has to do with coming up with odor to infuse posts with, and communicate olfactory intentions and repell reason, on multiple levels and layers of the ban thread in order to dodge having to explain themselves. It was neglectable until one of the 5 founding fathers of The Pact got the hang of it and turned against the others. While the original mob kept losing muscle due to breaking hosting conduct rules, Bean's farts kept the danger stalling, keeping discussion from reaching conclusions about his unruly deeds by creating pungent buffers, inhanced with baseless accusations and lies about supposed modchecks, followed up with random links of supposed trolling, which proved to be the contrary more often than not but who has time, and will to check. Eventually he was made an offer he couldn't refuse and got back with the rest of the band, and brought and kept teaching the technology. If there ever was a Sheyzer Hose in Liquidia it was the Flatulent Grandpa
Guess what the bus company is called here. [anchor]FART
And guess what the company that makes the toilet in the Sant Antonio cemetary is called. Fierz[/anchor]
Does the Liquid Arcanon News [0]Paper arc come full circle with this crown jewel set of coincidences?
It starts and ends with the half-priced archon 'bug', as far as I'm concerned. Everything else is infinite prelude/interlude/epilogue additions because it doesn't hold up to the level of Morpheus holding a templar and a hallucination of one in his hands while Keanu is supposed to try hard be the one to reproduce it and morph them into a legit archon. Dinnertime
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