In the land of shitposts and the home of tags

Honestly though, this is an absolutely brilliant idea for a minor "this world is different from our own" touch if you're writing some sort of fantasy or especially an alternate history story.

ink and watercolor on paper

in which murderbot is a very normal terracotta soldier and ART the dragon spirit of a chinese junk who dwells in the ship's keel. they meet in the ming dynasty perhaps, when ppl are sailing places extra willy-nilly.

*Nüwa is the mother goddess in chinese mythology, known for creating humanity from yellow clay and repairing the sky.

thank you @mutualrapport for hosting the event! original prompt below.

Mixed results from the Americans because this shit is legal in only 30 states and almost impossible to get past a zoning committee so while they exist, they're extremely localized. Lots of yelling at Ohio.

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Saskatchewan: "What's insane to me is that you have these with the population density you have. What am I going to hit in Turtleford?"

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Bahia and Sao Paulo: "I'm stunned we don't have these tbh."

Prague: "We have these in my city, but only for boats."

Manaus: "My uncle has one of these! He also has a window on the other side so you can drive your boat up too :)"

(much Brazilian and Czech high-fiving)

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Brisbane: "There's an astonishing level of trust being displayed that people aren't just going to open a beer immediately"

Tallahassee: "Oh no, there is 100% cop camped like half a mile down the road to arrest people who didn't stow the booze correctly."

Brisbane: "Oh it's an invasive policing operation! Yeah, that's the USA."

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Newcastle: "No, this looks correct for the country that has bears breaking into your house". (The Australians and Africans have a bit where every time someone mentions their wildlife, they mass @me (who had a bear in my house) and the guy from Singapore whose mom adopted a wild water monitor and says it's her favorite son now)

The aforementioned Singaporean: "How am I exposed to an onslaught of your media and culture at all times and you STILL find new ways to horrify me?"

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Vatican City: "You can ride your bike through the brewery to get beer but the abbot in charge doesn't like it"

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Jakarta: "We don't have this because we're Muslim but we do have drive-thru Marijuana"

Kyoto: "We don't have these because we have public transportation. You can buy liquor from vending machines at the stations though."

Munich: "We don't have these because we are disciplined enough to pack our beer with us if we are going somewhere that drinking is acceptable, or there will be beer at that location when we arrive."

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India: "Why have drive-thru Liquor, when you can have liquor delivered to your vehicle? GET ON OUR LEVEL" (no less than nine different images from across the country of people in trucks that have been specifically modified to operate the business of driving up to other vehicles in traffic and selling them liquor)

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Pudasjävi: "...I should open one of these."

Everyone: "NO!!!"

A. Zombie bit you! 🧟

B. Safe

C. Zombie bit you! 🧟‍♀️

D. Safe

E. Safe

F. Safe

G. Zombie bit you! 🧟‍♂️

H. Zombie bit you! 🧟‍♀️

I. Safe

J. Safe

K. Zombie bit you! 🧟‍♂️

-my mom tried (and failed) to force me to go on trek last year

-but I still have my costume

-now fast forward to now

-I switch schools, and pick tech theater as one of my electives

-my school is doing the sweeney Todd musical

-I find out it takes place in the 1840s

-like trek does

-the director mentions how it’ll be hard to fix stuff onstage, they’ll have to get an extra costume made and all that

-I casually mention I have 1840s LARPing gear left over

-anyway, it’s been decided on that if something breaks mid performance, I’m the one who will get to go out and fix it.

Square dancing with no music in a dust flat until you literally cried mud.

Having to flee the square dancing area because the dust cloud was so thick you literally could not see, and then having to stagger around the surrounding forest, retching mud, until you found the rest of your group.

Throwing axes.

Seeing your local dentist in a leather thong and full redface.

Seeing your local dentist in a leather thong and full redface.

Seeing your local dentist in a motherfucking leather thong with full redface.

Having to go that dentist for another 5 years while trying not to imagine him in a leather thong and full redface.

Occasionally failing at that task and cough-laughing midprocedure such that he twice drills entirely through your cheek.

Finally visiting a new dentist in college and getting asked if you spent some significant portion of your life South America, or South Asia, because apparently the style of dentistry you received as a child was literally pioneered by Catholic Missionaries in the 1890s, and they don't know where else on Earth it might possibly still be practiced.

Slowly replacing all the dental work done by that guy for the next 5 years as random pieces of metal fall out of your mouth. Meeting a lot of dentists. Explaining to these dentists that you should have realized something terrible was going on the moment you saw him in a leather thong and full redface.

Watching the new dentists visibly startle upon hearing that information, as if instead of words coming out of your mouth, it was a swarm of terrible stinging insects.