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This is all assuming that you meant for all the titles to be in the same session, what would the most OP combination be. If you wanted to know about its raw power, I’d say the answer will always be Thief/Witch/Prince of any aspect.Witch of Hope : A Witch manipulates their aspect. A Witch of Hope is about as OP as you’re going to get. I mean…they’d pretty much be a MacGuffin themselves.

Heir of Light : Heirs tend to be pretty lucky to begin with. They tend to be protected by their aspect, usually without fully understanding it. An Heir of Light would probably be too lucky to die; the gun will probably jam if you try to shoot them.

Mage of Mind : A Mage understands their aspect and uses that knowledge to effectively use it to suit their needs. A Mage of Mind would understand the consequences to their actions and avoid making choices that would cause the session’s failure.

Seer of Time : A Seer is generally meant to make plans for their teammates, and what better way to do that than if you know the future?! You will literally never get blind-sighted ever again.

Knight of Doom : Sessions with Knights in them tend to have a lack of their aspect, and the Knight is called to exploit what they have. A Knight of Doom will make it so that there is little to no death, AND you’ll get value from the deaths you get! Now THAT’S a deal.

Page of Space : It’s common knowledge that a Page of Time or Space is a really bad idea to have in your session. Pages take the longest to realize their powers, and Time and Space are the most important aspects. However, the Page ends as the most powerful player. Also, with a Thief of Rage to make him more open to his powers and a Witch of Hope to pretty much flip the “Realize your Powers” switch, this Page will pretty much immediately realize their powers.

Thief of Rage : A Theif redirects their aspect toward themself. A Thief of Rage would leave their teammates with more positive emotions and less dangerous to the rest of the team. Of course, this is at the expense of making the Thief as dangerous as hell, but a moirallegiance between the Witch and the Thief might fix that.

Rogue of Life : A Rogue takes their aspect and allocates it to those who need it. A Rogue of Life would take their opponent’s life and use it to revive their own allies!

Maid of Blood : A Maid creates their aspect. A Maid of Blood would create loyalty for their team, neutralizing any threat that the Witch, Prince, or Thief might cause by betrayal.

Sylph of Heart : A Sylph heals their aspect. A Sylph of Heart would be able to heal your soul and effectively cure any form of corruption, such as Grimdark. Not to mention, they would probably be pretty good motivation and be GREAT at avoiding angst and drama, which is probably necessary for a game designed for teenagers.

Prince of Void : Have you ever wanted to know WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING without a confusing answer? Well, this Prince of Void will literally beat the shit out of your confusion. They will literally make everything make sense, which from a Homestuck point of view, is pretty OP.

Let’s start with a simple test. Click this link here: https://whatismyipaddress.com/ It will tell your IP adres, your ISP (internet service provider), and your location. The location might not be very accurate, but then again, it’s just a simple website. Imagine what the government can do!

So basically, everyone can find out where you live. But there is more danger. Your ISP. Your ISP logs your every move online and they are required to keep it in case the government wants access to it (or if a 3rd party wants to buy your data (yikes). They have everything. What websites you visit. How long you stay on a website. What you download. Your search terms. European laws are more subtle on this but if you are from the US you are #@*#&, especially because Trump doesn’t support the open internet. It’s scary but maybe in the future you can’t get a job because the recruiter knows your searched on ‘how to deal with depression’ or anythings else that’s supposed to be private because it’s your f*cking right. Or you get a $100k fine because you pirated a movie 15 years ago. You need a VPN. You’re dumb for not using one. but what does a VPN do?

A VPN encrypts all your data so if it were be intercepted no one can ‘crack the code’ and damage your privacy. 

Usually being online goes like this (simplified): Your computer —-> ISP (—–> keeps data —–> sells it)

But with a VPN it goes like: Your computer —–> VPN (encrypts data)—–> ISP (ISP can’t see shit)

Furthermore, a VPN hides your IP address and location by giving you another IP address located in Spain for example (you can often choose from a list and change as many times as you want).  

Now that you know why you should get a VPN and what is does it is important to educate yourself because people often choose the wrong VPN. VPN providers are also businesses and have to obey the law. If you choose a VPN provider located in the US then you are throwing your money away because the laws in the US shits on your privacy. If the US gov wants the provider to give all their logs they have to obey.  The ISP  still can’t see what you are doing online and sell your data but the US gov can interfere with your VPN provider so NEVER CHOOSE A PROVIDER LOCATED IN THE US. 

I just wanted to make that very clear so my followers don’t buy false security.

There is still more danger!  Who says your VPN provider isn’t selling your data? You need to check their logging policy. Do they keep logs? If yes, what for? For how long do they keep them? Tip: Choose a provider who doesn’t keep logs

More about law  The US is part of the Five Eyes program (the worst):  

The Five Eyes, often abbreviated as FVEY, is an intelligence alliance comprising Australia, Canada, New Zealand, the United Kingdom and the United States. These countries are bound by the multilateral UKUSA Agreement, a treaty for joint cooperation in signals intelligence (source)

There is also a Nine Eyes (bit better) and Fourteen Eyes Program (better).  You don’t want a VPN provider who is located in one the Five Eyes countries.  If you had to choose go for a provider located in a country that’s part of the Fourteen Eyes Program or even better, go for a country that isn’t part of any program! 

I know this is a shitty explanation and please pardon my english but now it’s time to do your own research. Take your privacy seriously. Maybe WWIII breaks out and you get killed for liking the ‘wrong’ FB-page.  

Go to this website: https://thatoneprivacysite.net/simple-vpn-comparison-chart/

Make sure that your future VPN provider both has green boxes for Privacy Jurisdiction and Privacy Logging. 

I recommend ovpn.se and trust.zone. ovpn is located in Sweden so they are part of the 14 Eyes Program and they keep minimal logs. Their business ethics, however, are alright. 

Trustzone is located in the Seychelles. No country can interfere and their privacy jurisdiction is the best you can get. The US want your data but needs to get it from Trustzone? The Seychelles will simply give them the finger and wave them goodbye. However, this makes this provider very appealing for people who torrent and criminals because they keep no logs (and that is how it shoud be) Also,  there are almost no marketing efforts so this provider is one the cheapest)

Also, often providers such as ExpressVPN are being called ‘The Best’ on websites about VPNs but know that this is just marketing which also makes those provider more expensive (and they too shit on your privacy)

This must be the worst article you have ever read but please, please take your privacy very seriously.

Trust.Zone has a free trial. Use it. 

btw this post only has 11k notes? That’s quite disappointing for something this important. 

Sources

Anger as US internet privacy law scrapped 

Congress just voted to let internet providers sell your browsing history 

Don’t tell me you just wanted to scroll past this. Stop looking at pictures of cats for a moment, okay? Don’t you realize how important this is? This is dangerous! ‘America, the best FREE country in the world’ my ass.

With this new law your ISP can sell your Internet history which could include passwords, usernames, religion, credit card numbers, race and much more to the highest bidder. So here is what I want you to do. You are going to read the whole thing and before you think ’this is so important. Let me reblog this real quick and go back to admiring cats again-’ NO! Don’t reblog this. Take action first. Then reblog. Sign up for a free trial! Trust.Zone offers one (here). Yes. It might be difficult to set up a VPN for some people. But is that going to stop you from protecting yourself and your family? 30 minutes. 30 minutes is all that it takes. 5 if you know how to install software. The problem with some of you is that you see ‘difficult’ as something negative. I want you to see difficult differently. I need you to push through this stuff. You are going to protect yourself. There is nothing negative about that. VPNs are fun and costsaving too! A VPN bypasses geographical restrictions so you can access websites you normally can’t or you could start Netflix’s one month free trial over and over again- forever. And it’s legal! (unless you use it to buy weapons etc.,) Don’t tell yourself that you are too tired and that you will do this tomorrow. Because that isn’t going to happen and you know it. You have to do this right now. You only have to click on it. Don’t let this/shit/life just happen to you. Take yourself seriously. Get a VPN.

Tarantino’s “favorite editor” was Sally JoAnne Menke who edited all of Tarantino’s films until she died.

Because naming and credit is important, especially when you’re talking about women not getting credit and recognition of their work as named individuals.

If you want to know more about women in early filmmaking (emphasis American) and the sociology of how different roles were divided, gendered, and re-gendered in the first decades, I highly recommend Women Filmmakers in Early Hollywood by Karen Ward Mahar.  

(A story heavily inspired by The Dark Queen of Mortholme)

The first time I meet you, you are a nuisance.

There is nothing remarkable about you. Just another upstart adventurer who has gotten it in their head that they should kill me. No fancy armor, no legendary weapon, I’m not even sure how you made it past all of my guards.

You die at my feet with a single blow from my weapon.

And I pay no mind to another dead hero.

-

The next few times all blur together. More adventurers challenging my rule, more would-be heroes falling to my blade.

It’s not until the 6th or 7th time that I realize it’s you. That they’ve all been you.

Your hood falls back, and I recognize your dark curls. Even in death you glare up at me in defiance.

And I start to consider the deaths I’ve given you.

-

The first time I acknowledge it, I do nothing more than confuse us both.

I’m no stranger to protected heroes, and I’ve dealt with my fair share of resurrecting types, but this sort of resurrection is usually the realm of my side of the fight.

It’s simple, a grumbled “You again?” when you stumble into my throne room.

But then your face scrunches up in confusion, and you tell me you’ve never seen me before, that you traveled here from the village you were raised in to end my tyrannical reign.

You die to my blade all the same, but your words echo in my skull.

-

I realize that it has been too long since I last left my throne room. The dark pact allows my body to subsist purely on the power of my empire, so I don’t strictly *need* to leave.

But I fear I have grown complacent.

I ask my minions about you, and they seem confused. They tell me that none of the adventurers they’ve seen recently match your description.

But I remember you. I remember intimately now, each time you’ve fallen to my blade. The defiant look you give me as the light leaves your eyes, it’s the same every time.

The next time I see you, I ask you your name before killing you.

-

You’ve gotten better at fighting me, somehow, inexplicably. Despite the fact that you clearly do not remember our encounters, you’ve started to react better to my attack patterns. It takes me longer to kill you now. You’re still nowhere near skilled enough to truly challenge me, but it is curious nonetheless.

I greet you by your name, the next time you step into my throne room. I tell you that I know you, that we have fought many times before. I tell you not to be afraid when you fall to my blade, and that we will see each other again regardless.

You are shaken by this, and for the first time I see something other than defiance in your gaze when I kill you.

-

I start to notice the patterns.

Whatever is happening seems to be bigger than just the two of us. Things change every time I kill you. Not quite different, but not quite the same.

I start to realize that you always reach my throne room at the same time, on the same day. The shadows are always the same, the sun is always at the same spot in the sky.

I ask my minions about you again, and they give me the same response, word for word.

Something happens when I kill you. Something happens, and the needle skips, and I remember, but the world does not.

-

The next time you stumble into my throne room, I am prepared. I have a gift for you.

I toss a legendary blade at your feet. One of a number in my collection. It glows in your hands when you lift it, and I smile for the first time in a long time. It’s the first time you’ve seen me smile, certainly. I wonder what is going through your head, seeing me for the first time like this. Am I what you expected? Have I ever been?

Will I ever be?

Our fight this time is much more satisfying, but you die all the same. The smile fades from my face, just as the light fades from your sword.

I start to wonder at the point of all of this.

-

The next time an adventurer steps into my throne room, it is not you.

I look up expecting to see your face, and instead see another.

I am at once both confused and furious, I slaughter them before they can take another step into my domain.

I am also terrified.

I find myself fearing for the loss of what we have, whatever it is. Has our strange dance ended? Or has it merely been interrupted? And why? The pattern has lasted far too long to assume it would change. You are a constant in my life now. The one break in the monotony of my rule.

In a horrible realization, I learn that I have come to care for you.

-

You return the next time, and I am ashamed of the relief I feel.

It confuses you, I imagine. The relieved smile that splits my face when you step into my throne room.

“It is good to see you again,” I tell you, tossing your blade at your feet (I am already considering it yours).

“Again?” You ask, and I chuckle. It is a strange game we play with each other. I have grown and changed since the first time we met, but you still barge into my throne room the same as you did the first time.

I tell you that you didn’t show up last time, and that I had feared this little dance of ours was over. I tell you that I am glad that it isn’t. This flusters you, and you swing the blade to distract from your nerves.

When you die this time, I brush your eyelids closed with my fingertips.

-

The next time you come, I leave your sword at the entrance to my castle. I tell my minions that it is yours if you can take it.

When you confront me, you are much more skilled with this blade than the previous times, having learned the weight of it against my minions.

I find myself challenged for the first time in a long time, and I find myself smiling again.

And then you die, and the smile falls from my face.

-

I am not in the throne room the next time you arrive. I am standing out on a terrace, observing the view from my dark castle when you stumble through a door looking confused. My weapon rests, sheathed, against the railing. I turn to you and smile.

The legendary blade rests comfortably in your hand, you are confident with it now. When you look up at me, there is no sign of fear in your eyes.

“You weren’t in the throne room,” You say, confusion creasing your brow, “Why weren’t you in your throne room?”

The way you say this gives me pause for a moment. As if that is where I am meant to be, where I am expected to be. It makes me consider this cycle we keep going through, and whether I truly have any control in this game we play.

“Is a queen not entitled to the fruits of her empire?” I ask, gesturing to the view from the terrace. And then I surprise myself. “It’s quite a view, would you like to join me for a moment?”

I see the way you look at me, wary and suspicious, and I try to ignore the small spark of hope in my heart, that you will spend this moment with me.

And then you lower your weapon slightly, and step up to the railing. I hear you gasp as you glimpse the vista. Vast lands stretch out before us, rolling hills cut through with rivers, and jagged mountains visible in the distance. A small smile graces my lips.

I’ve been smiling quite a bit more since I met you.

“Why are you showing me this?”

Your voice is quiet, confused, and I let out resigned sigh. I start to speak, and you surprise me by listening. I tell you that I have learned much from you. I tell you, again, about the cycle I am seemingly trapped in, fighting you over and over again, and being the only one who remembers. Reluctantly, I tell you that I am scared. I tell you that I fear for my own agency, I fear that I have no control over this repeating cycle of events, that I am trapped here, doomed to repeat our encounters unto infinitum.

Finally, I tell you that I am scared that it will end. In a quiet voice I tell that I am scared the cycle will stop, and I will lose this strange connection I have with you. The first genuine connection I have felt in a very long time.

And then it is quiet.

I stare out at the vista, avoiding your gaze. There are not tears on my cheeks, but it is a close thing.

Your voice is soft when you speak again. You tell me you don’t think you can stop yourself from trying to kill me, that it is in your nature. It is what you have been working towards all your life. Who are you, without a tyrant to slay? And indeed who am I, without a hero to challenge me?

I nod in acceptance. It is nothing less than I expected.

“Do what you must, then,” I say, keeping my eyes on the view, and leaving my sword resting against the railing. “I am tired of killing the one person I care for.”

And then, for the first time since this dance started, you win.

This is really exciting, linguistically speaking.

Because it’s not true that Tumblr never uses punctuation. But it is true that lack of punctuation has become, itself, a form of punctuation. On Tumblr the lack of punctuation in multisentence-long posts creates the function of rhetorical speech, or speech that is not intended to have an answer, usually in the form of a question. Consider the following two potential posts. Each individual line should be taken as a post:

ugh is there any particular reason people at work have to take these massive handfuls of sauce packets they know they’re not going to use like god put that back we have to pay for that stuff

Ugh. Is there any particular reason people at work have to take these massive handfuls of sauce packets they know they’re not going to use? Like god, put that back. We have to pay for that stuff.

In your head, those two potential posts sound totally different. In the first one I’m ranting about work, and this requires no answer. The second may actually engage you to give an answer about hoarding sauce packets. And if you answer the first post, you will likely do so in the same style. 

Here’s what makes this exciting: the English language has no actual punctuation for rhetorical speech–that is, there are no special marks that specifically indicate “this speech is in the abstract, and requires no answer.” Not only that, it never has. The first written record of English (actually proto-English, predating even Old English) dates to the 400s CE, so we’re talking about 1600 years of having absolutely no marker whatsoever for rhetorical speech.

A group of teens and young adults on a blogging website literally reshaped a deficit a millennium and a half old in our language to fit their language needs. More! This group has agreed on a more or less universal standard for these new rules, which fits the definition of “language.” Which is to say Tumblr English is its own actual, real, separate dialect of the English language, and because it is spoken by people worldwide who have introduced concepts from their own languages into it, it may qualify as a written form of pidgin. 

The tags are absolutely a factor. You want someone to take a breath in the middle of a sentence, you start a new tag. You want to have, as seen here, this removable piece between commas (does it have a name?) - you have 5 tags in this sentence alone. And sometimes you just

pause in the middle of a sentence…

and let your voice

language is this constantly evolving thing tbh, it doesn’t remain the same unless it’s dead and the people who used it gone so seeing the evolution of the language used on tumblr is literally so fucking amazing i want to cry with joy at it

because we also add in words from other languages, or make entirely new words up as additional terms to denote something (see ‘tol’ and ‘smol’ in relation to ‘tall’ and ‘small’) and this is constant. we are doing this daily without any sort of breathing space because there’s millions of us on this hellsite and we are constantly talking and so the language changes day-by-day until we have general, universal rules for what to do in a post, what to add in our tags, how to add it, why we add it, what we mean by it

we’ve created a language in the same way our ancestors all did: by building on the ones that came before and changing them to suit our needs and our system

and that’s fucking awesome okay

What?

What.

Some ideas in my head.