Unstoppable Ambition

          Rose Lalonde was your average- hold on scrap that she isn’t average at all. She was into all sorts of dark stuff. The occult and Lovecraftian horror to name a few examples. Regardless, Rose Lalonde was a teenager, having turned sixteen about a week ago. A few months before her birthday she had applied to the Crocker Institute of Education, one of the best schools she had heard of. Away from mother (While Rose did love the woman to death, she did have a tolerance limit for snarky drunkness), her sister Roxy went there, and best of all- dorm rooms. Who didn’t love living on their own when they were sixteen?           Back to the topic at hand. Rose applied a few months ago, and today she had gotten a letter back from them. She held her breath as she opened it, pulling the paper out of the envelope slowly. The woman’s eyes grew wide as she looked at the bold italic letters at the top. ‘Accepted’. Her face broke out into a uncharacteristically large grin, almost shouting in delight. She stood up from her desk, looking out the window of her room as it started to rain again.         Two months later on February 2nd, Rose was ready to leave for the school. She stood at the transportalizer’s base, looking at the console next to it with all the options. There were a lot of groups with sub groups and options, but that was to be expected with a school as big as a planet. She selected campus, and then plaza. The flyer for the school said thats where you could find out your schedule and what room you were placed in. She clicked accept and watch as white light flooded her vision.

He’d just made it to the plaza where newbies where informed of their class schedule and room assignments when he heard the sound of the transportalizer activating with a high-pitched whine that set his teeth on edge. Had somebody fucked with the thing again? They were normally whisper-silent, the only time he’d ever heard one make a sound was when somebody fucked with the dorm one to drop people from about five feet in the air above the pad rather than materializing directly on the pad’s surface. He was walking by the fountain in the center of the plaza to check on it when the whine was suddenly replaced by a loud shout. Shortly after was a splash and a number of bags, suitcases by the look of them, dropping on his head.

Hello Everyone!

Here at Crocker Institute we pride ourselves on providing an elite education for the future generations of the galaxy.  We employ only the finest and brightest of people as our faculty, while providing many more jobs by hiring on a wide variety of individuals.  Our students range from high school to college level, with our high school classes supplying the building blocks needed for higher education and our university offering a wide variety of majors.  

Nestled in the habitable zone of the solar system, Crocker Institute is located on an artificially created planet named Skaia, which was modeled on Earth.  Skaia orbits the Sun on the same path as Earth, but is located directly opposite from the parent planet to avoid gravitational interference.  Skaia is a hub for education for people of all ages and from all different planets, but only the best of the best learn and work at Crocker Institute.  

We provide our students with access to unique resources and opportunities that cannot be found at other institutions.  Our graduates find themselves ahead of the curve when vying for jobs due to the work and research experience available to them while attending our institute.  

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          Rose Lalonde was your average- hold on scrap that she isn’t average at all. She was into all sorts of dark stuff. The occult and Lovecraftian horror to name a few examples. Regardless, Rose Lalonde was a teenager, having turned sixteen about a week ago. A few months before her birthday she had applied to the Crocker Institute of Education, one of the best schools she had heard of. Away from mother (While Rose did love the woman to death, she did have a tolerance limit for snarky drunkness), her sister Roxy went there, and best of all- dorm rooms. Who didn’t love living on their own when they were sixteen?           Back to the topic at hand. Rose applied a few months ago, and today she had gotten a letter back from them. She held her breath as she opened it, pulling the paper out of the envelope slowly. The woman’s eyes grew wide as she looked at the bold italic letters at the top. ‘Accepted’. Her face broke out into a uncharacteristically large grin, almost shouting in delight. She stood up from her desk, looking out the window of her room as it started to rain again.         Two months later on February 2nd, Rose was ready to leave for the school. She stood at the transportalizer’s base, looking at the console next to it with all the options. There were a lot of groups with sub groups and options, but that was to be expected with a school as big as a planet. She selected campus, and then plaza. The flyer for the school said thats where you could find out your schedule and what room you were placed in. She clicked accept and watch as white light flooded her vision.

He’d just made it to the plaza where newbies where informed of their class schedule and room assignments when he heard the sound of the transportalizer activating with a high-pitched whine that set his teeth on edge. Had somebody fucked with the thing again? They were normally whisper-silent, the only time he’d ever heard one make a sound was when somebody fucked with the dorm one to drop people from about five feet in the air above the pad rather than materializing directly on the pad’s surface. He was walking by the fountain in the center of the plaza to check on it when the whine was suddenly replaced by a loud shout. Shortly after was a splash and a number of bags, suitcases by the look of them, dropping on his head.

It had taken an inordinate amount of blackmail to get what was arguably his best (worst) friend to do this. Jesus though the guy was pasty, Caliborn seemed to have some muscles to speak of but the effect made him look like an anime character rather than any real amount of swole. That was where he came in though, as he refused to let such a situation exist without doing something about it, thus he would become Caliborn’s swolemate,(He laughed when you told him that too…) or that’s what he would be saying if the guy had been cooperative at all. C4 a fridge a few times and they get all offended, the fact that English helped with it probably wasn’t buying him any points, but that lead to the need for blackmail, of course it wasn’t like he could threaten to reveal his anime shrine since he had already done that, several times.

It really was a lucky that he had an arsenal better than most private armies, he could threaten to use some C4 on his friends shrine to their ‘Madoka-Kami’, really rooming with someone exposed their weak points far too much, of course someone who wasn’t him would probably never think of strapping C4 to someone’s shine to what looked like a middle school anime girl with pink hair, but he was never concerned with things like that, it was time to hit the gym, though he would have to get someone else to spot him probably, Caliborn would probably let the iron drop on his throat for the threat to his dumb animes. “C’mon English, we are losin’ daylight here, I mean fuck I know you probably can’t even pump a ten pounder but you should at least try.” He complained as they walked through the sliding doors, Skaias first gym contained a personal recommendation by the principal and their school cards got a discount, and benefits if one forced a friend to sign a membership. Sliding his card under the automated scanner he pressed a few options, selecting the amount of time they would be staying and paying accordingly.

“Sadists, huh? I suppose so. Though, I hold to my statement. PMMM is the superior work in nearly every way.” Caliborn replied, not really caring about being called sadistic. Continuing his argument, he began gesticulating  as an accompaniment to his words, ”While Sailor Moon was great and all, setting a lot of standards, and introducing a good number of new themes to the magical girl genre, PMMM is a stunning deconstruction of those themes, analyzing and toying with them, while also setting a more mature tone. Then, in a stunning reversal over the course of only an episode they completely reconstruct the genre as well, establishing why those themes are used and showcasing them.”

“Who cares about deconstruction? It’s really all unnecessary. Girls don’t need to be taught that they need to sacrifice everything that they are to help family or the ones they love. Girls don’t need a more mature setting or a recontrcution of a genre that is just fine without this horrid show. The age group that the magical girl genre is aimed at is from little girls to middle aged teens. That’s why there are so many girls that are in middle school, or just starting high school in this genre. It’s also why they’re usually so care-free; the real world already is starting to pile on these heavy burdens of adult hood, so why would they want to watch something that is forcing girls to grow up so quickly? But I suppose you wouldn’t understand because you didn’t grow up being taught to be more lady like and boring as you can be. You’re not taught that you can’t be a regular person while also being extrodinary in your own unique way. And neither does the creator of that dumb series. And you can argue that the genre was created by men so they know what’s best, but they don’t! It has evolved beyond them, and landed into the hands of the people it’s been aimed at, who are aiming to make it better and better. Much better than that swill you call the greatest.”