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Vox Valentine: May 31, 2013; Solving all of life's problems through enhanced casting of Occam's Razor. Reward yourself with an imaginary chalice.

And if you can ignore all the dogwhistles hooting and tooting like someone stuffed it into the honk-gas of an airhorn.

# ? Apr 11, 2018 00:15

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# ? Apr 25, 2024 09:49

Old Kentucky Shark: May 25, 2012; If you think you're gonna get sympathy from the shark, well then, you won't.

Hostile V posted:

...Boone's team logo is Bun-Bun from Sluggy Freelance. Get hosed, Larry Corona.

Yup. That's where I ejected on my read-through.

# ? Apr 11, 2018 00:34

sky shark: Jun 9, 2004; CHILD RAPE IS FINE WHEN I LIKE THE RAPIST

Out of the loop, other than the comic being terribly drawn and not funny, why don't people like Sluggy Freelance?

# ? Apr 11, 2018 00:53

Old Kentucky Shark: May 25, 2012; If you think you're gonna get sympathy from the shark, well then, you won't.

Other than that, Mrs. Lincoln, how did you enjoy the play?

# ? Apr 11, 2018 01:01

Old Kentucky Shark: May 25, 2012; If you think you're gonna get sympathy from the shark, well then, you won't.

Holy poo poo, Sluggy Freelance is 5 months shy of being old enough to buy beer.

# ? Apr 11, 2018 01:01

Darth Walrus: Feb 13, 2012

sky shark posted:

Out of the loop, other than the comic being terribly drawn and not funny, why don't people like Sluggy Freelance?

I think it�s more that people don�t like Bun-Bun. �Cutesy, psychopathic mascot character who constantly dunks on the main cast� was a webcomic trend that got old real fast, and he was arguably its main posterboy.

# ? Apr 11, 2018 01:04

Zereth: Jul 9, 2003

Darth Walrus posted:

I think it�s more that people don�t like Bun-Bun. �Cutesy, psychopathic mascot character who constantly dunks on the main cast� was a webcomic trend that got old real fast, and he was arguably its main posterboy.

Sluggy's old enough that Bun-Bun might be patient zero for the trend, really

# ? Apr 11, 2018 01:09

Old Kentucky Shark: May 25, 2012; If you think you're gonna get sympathy from the shark, well then, you won't.

Darth Walrus posted:

I think it�s more that people don�t like Bun-Bun. �Cutesy, psychopathic mascot character who constantly dunks on the main cast� was a webcomic trend that got old real fast, and he was arguably its main posterboy.

It's like... I liked Fight Club when it first came out. It was the second movie I ever bought on DVD. And even though time and shifting politics have rendered Fight Club's core message deeply problematic, I can still see how a perfectly normal person might enjoy watching Fight Club.

If someone told me that Fight Club was their favorite movie, and they had a "What Would Tyler Durden Do?" patch, I would back away slowly before severing all ties.

Old Kentucky Shark fucked around with this message at 01:19 on Apr 11, 2018

# ? Apr 11, 2018 01:17

sky shark: Jun 9, 2004; CHILD RAPE IS FINE WHEN I LIKE THE RAPIST

Sluggy Freelance & Schlock Mercenary are two comics I never got into, so I figured the authors had done something terrible instead of the more conventional explanation that they just aren't good.

# ? Apr 11, 2018 01:19

Old Kentucky Shark: May 25, 2012; If you think you're gonna get sympathy from the shark, well then, you won't.

Schlock Mercenary is fine, if you like your science fiction dull* and your jokes Dad-ish. At least Schlock Mercenary has demonstrably experienced character arcs and plot over its... Jesus, seventeen years.

*That's not a slam; I like dull science fiction.

# ? Apr 11, 2018 01:21

Darth Walrus: Feb 13, 2012

sky shark posted:

Sluggy Freelance & Schlock Mercenary are two comics I never got into, so I figured the authors had done something terrible instead of the more conventional explanation that they just aren't good.

I mean, Schlock was always kind of itchy because of how close the author floated to psychotic right-wing circles. He�s buddies with John Ringo, among others. For the record, though, that only vaguely comes through in the comic itself - mostly, it�s just smug as gently caress.

# ? Apr 11, 2018 01:22

darthbob88: Oct 13, 2011; YOSPOS

Old Kentucky Shark posted:

Schlock Mercenary is fine, if you like your science fiction dull* and your jokes Dad-ish. At least Schlock Mercenary has demonstrably experienced character arcs and plot over its... Jesus, seventeen years.

*That's not a slam; I like dull science fiction.

Not to mention more artistic development than Sluggy has, and absurd reliability. AFAIK it's only been late once on an update, and that because the server farm that hosts it had a transformer blow up. Politics aside, there are many worse examples to follow in comics.

# ? Apr 11, 2018 02:09

Vox Valentine: May 31, 2013; Solving all of life's problems through enhanced casting of Occam's Razor. Reward yourself with an imaginary chalice.

Yeah Sluggy isn't, like. Awful? Sluggy Freelance is just an actual factual artifact, it is a coelacanth happily scuttling around at the bottom of a river while other poo poo just passes it by. It's not awful politically, it's just really drat old and full of endless toothless parodies of poo poo.

# ? Apr 11, 2018 03:48

pick up the pace: Dec 7, 2009

I can get where the fans of this are coming from. I grew up on tons of trashy action/"patriotic" fiction novels as well as urban fantasy so this book really scratches an itch for me, at least enough to have just picked up the free kindle copy. You can acknowledge a book is bad and has problematic parts while also enjoying something that lets you turn off your brain and have some eye-rolling moments

# ? Apr 11, 2018 04:35

Pustulio: Mar 21, 2012

Yeah unlike with say, John Ringo, who can't go a page without some Libertarian screed, rape, or both, this actually has parts that are fun and aren't just soapboxing, it isn't exactly award winning literature despite what he thinks, but there is a place in the world for a crappy popcorn book.

# ? Apr 11, 2018 05:04

Khizan: Jul 30, 2013

Darth Walrus posted:

I mean, Schlock was always kind of itchy because of how close the author floated to psychotic right-wing circles. He�s buddies with John Ringo, among others. For the record, though, that only vaguely comes through in the comic itself - mostly, it�s just smug as gently caress.

I file the Schlock guy as basically another Brandon Sanderson. He seems basically decent(unlike, say, Orson Scott Card), but he's a Mormon from Mormonville Utah with all the cultural baggage bullshit that accompanies that.

# ? Apr 11, 2018 05:51

Samizdata: May 14, 2007

Zanzibar Ham posted:

That's not true. His Conan-like physique also helps.

And he actually has a personality, and thoughts and feelings about things.

# ? Apr 11, 2018 06:21

Samizdata: May 14, 2007

Zanzibar Ham posted:

True, bad things are never popular.

And popular things are also never bad.

# ? Apr 11, 2018 07:01

Wheat Loaf: Feb 13, 2012; by FactsAreUseless

I think if this was a movie, it'd be a Chuck Norris movie from the 1980s, produced by Cannon Films and directed by Michael Winner. Was this Correia's first novel? Because, like RPO, it feels a lot like it's somebody's first novel.

Edit: Actually that avatar up there makes me think this is more like the book equivalent of a Ted Nugent album. :v:

Wheat Loaf fucked around with this message at 09:06 on Apr 11, 2018

# ? Apr 11, 2018 08:58

Khizan: Jul 30, 2013

Wheat Loaf posted:

Was this Correia's first novel? Because, like RPO, it feels a lot like it's somebody's first novel.

Yeah.

IIRC, the story is something like he self-published it and it sold well to people on gun forums and stuff he posted on, and then Baen picked him up for their Conservative Nutjob category.

# ? Apr 11, 2018 09:31

Wheat Loaf: Feb 13, 2012; by FactsAreUseless

Khizan posted:

IIRC, the story is something like he self-published it and it sold well to people on gun forums and stuff he posted on, and then Baen picked him up for their Conservative Nutjob category.

Isn't that just everyone at Baen other than Eric Flint and Lois McMaster Bujold? :v:

# ? Apr 11, 2018 11:02

Darth Walrus: Feb 13, 2012

Wheat Loaf posted:

Isn't that just everyone at Baen other than Eric Flint and Lois McMaster Bujold?

Now now, I�m pretty sure Ryk Spoor is too busy making his fanfiction lawyer-friendly to worry about petty 3D politics.

# ? Apr 11, 2018 12:29

chitoryu12: Apr 24, 2014

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Vampires are one of the most dangerous forms of undead�brutal, swift, and smart. No Hunter in the world takes one on lightly. They vary greatly in ability, with the weakest being only super dangerous, while Masters are virtually unstoppable, perfect killing machines. Unluckily for us, anyone who is killed while being fed upon by a vampire could rise as one the next few nights, so we were potentially looking at fifty enraged bloodsuckers on the freighter. Luckily for us, newly created vampires tend to be confused and disoriented. The longer the creature exists, and the more blood that it has fed on, the greater its power would become.
Once again, literature and the movies got the story partially correct. Vampires are creatures of the night. Indirect sunlight can burn them. Direct sunlight will kill them. Their cells can regenerate almost instantly, but a stake through the heart will paralyze their advanced circulatory systems, and shut them down long enough to take their heads off. Even in our line of work there are not too many things that could survive getting their brain housings severed. Holy symbols like crosses and blessed water occasionally have an effect, but are dependent upon the personal faith of the user. Most Hunters opt for violence over faith; we're kind of like soccer fans that way.

I took small comfort from that fact as I hauled a case of fragmentation grenades up from the Brilliant Mistake. They could be destroyed, and we had the means to do it. I grunted as I set the heavy case down on the deck, unclamped the cable, and threw it back over the side. Holly waited below for our next request. Trip and Lee stood nearby, scanning for any threats. We were the security detail. Julie was in the Hind, still on over watch, and the ten other Hunters had broken into two raid teams and were making their way gradually toward the engine room.

"This is Harbinger. Still haven't seen anything."

"Boone's team. All clear. Stay frosty."

We had sent a coded message down the duct. The French Hunter tapped back that most of his team had been taken out by vampires, and they had sealed themselves in a compartment, were out of ammo, and were hiding.

"Newbie team. All clear on top." I cradled my Remington and watched the deck. Nothing was moving except for the French flag flapping in the breeze. Since we were standing in broad daylight, and worried about creatures that burst into flame when they got too much sun, there was not a lot for the Newbie team to do other than keep a sharp eye on nothing. The Hind circled lazily above.

"How come Chuck got to go inside, and we're stuck out here?" Albert Lee complained. He was a small-statured man of Asian descent. He had been a librarian once upon a time, before a colony of giant mutant spiders had taken up residence in his archives and started sucking the fluids out of his clientele. Unlike your average librarian, however, he had put himself through college on the GI Bill, and had been a demolitions specialist in the Marine Corps. His giant spider problem had met a fiery end, thanks to diesel fuel and ammonium nitrate fertilizer. Sadly, the library had burned down as well. He was sharp, and unlike many of the Newbies had already known which end of the gun was the dangerous one. I was glad that Harbinger had picked him to come along.

"Chuck has more CQB training," I answered. CQB stood for close quarters battle, and Mead had a lot more experience in it from his Ranger days than the rest of the Newbies. Lee just shook his head and we went back to waiting. Time passed slowly except for the occasional radio check-ins. The two assault teams were converging on the engine room from separate corridors.

The team starts chiming in to report nothing, beyond Holly getting hit on by the sailors down on the Brilliant Mistake. It's been too long without gun porn, so here's Pitt's guns:

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I checked my weapons again. The 870 had an 18-inch barrel and a two-shot mag extension, giving me seven total shots in the gun. It was a personal favorite of mine. I had owned this particular unit since I was fifteen. I had replaced the fore end with a Surefire high intensity flashlight, mounted a glow in the dark XS bead sight on the rib, attached a side saddle that held an extra six shells, and added a nylon butt cuff that held six more. My load-bearing gear was heavily laden with extra shells: silver buckshot, silver slugs, flechettes, armor-piercing quadrangle shot, internally suppressed buckshot, Milo's special magnum breaching charges, and even a couple of Penguin tear gas rounds. I had strapped on everything but the kitchen sink, and I'm sure that they had a specialty round for that as well.

My handgun was also an old friend. At MHI, Hunters are able to customize their kits to suit them, and any handgun is allowed as long as it is a .45 that is reliable with our special silver bullets. My pistol was a Kimber/BUL polymer-framed double stack 1911 that I had been shooting in three-gun matches for years. The fat magazines held 14 rounds of .45, and I had six extras on my belt. I had customized it with huge tritium Ashley Express sights, that gave up a little precision for a whole lot of speed, which suited me just fine. I had over 10,000 rounds through that pistol, and I had won more than a few trophies with it.

There were several grenades on my webbing, a few sharpened stakes, and other miscellaneous tools. The enormous knife strapped to my chest completed my ensemble. Being a big guy, I had taken one of the biggest knives in the armory. Milo had said that it was a kukri from Nepal, the weapon of choice of the renowned Gurkha troops. It was curved deadly steel, with a fat heavy end designed for maximum chopping power. The version I had strapped on was called a ganga ram, and it was longer than my forearm. If I had to chop any heads off, I wasn't going to screw around. Most of us were wearing the lightweight hockey helmets, as the big ones were too bulky for the close quarters of the ship.

I was as ready as I could be. I felt like I had in the minutes before a big money fight. Every one of us had been training hard, both physically and mentally. The Newbie team was ready to rumble. The others were armed with Heckler & Koch .45 subguns. I wasn't particularly impressed with the guns, and thought the whole German engineering thing was really overrated, but Milo had gotten a good deal on a couple dozen, so they were passed out to most of the Newbies until they were proficient enough to pick their own gear.

I was a bit confused by the 1911, so I looked it up. Apparently Kimber licensed the BUL M-5 (an Israeli 1911 clone) as the Kimber BP Ten II, importing the plastic frame and adding their own upper half. We also get our first HK hatred here!

Suddenly the radio crackles to life again, as Harbinger and Boone suddenly spot movement ahead. They suddenly realize that they're all around them, and cut off just after getting a chance to scream that it's an ambush. Pitt looks up at Julie as she tries to raise them on the radio again, only to suddenly aim her rifle at Pitt's head. There's a supersonic crack as her bullet whips past Pitt's face, and he turns just in time to see an undead monstrosity falling off the railing.

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Without any conscious thought I raised the shotgun, flicked off the safety and caressed the trigger. I slammed a creature to the deck with a load of double-aught to the chest. Before it had even fallen, I had pumped and fired at the next creature in line, tearing off its jaw in a spray of black ooze. It kept coming, arms outstretched and clawed hands grasping for me. I cranked off two more rapid shots and it stumbled and fell over the railing. The chunk-chunk-chunk sound of suppressed subguns opened up as Trip and Lee fired their H&K UMP .45s.

Grabbing shells from my vest I rapid-fire shoved them into the loading port as I searched for more targets. The ashen undead were pouring over the sides of the ship, and spilling out around us in a confused mass. I fired at them as fast as I could, the gun an extension of my will. I put twelve silver pellets through the brain cage of a creature closing on Lee, and dropped a slug through the chest cavity of another charging Trip. I felt a cold wet splash as the head of an undead that had appeared behind me was vaporized by a .308 round from Julie's rifle.

Pitt orders the newbie team to close ranks back-to-back. Some of the monsters are already standing back up despite being filled with silver; Pitt kicks one hard enough to shatter ribs, but it just pops back up. He shoves the muzzle of his shotgun against its sternum and blows a hole straight through its torso, but it shakes it off and Pitt has to club it with the butt of his gun and kick its legs out from under it.

One of the monsters' bone claws strikes Lee in the leg, dropping him to the deck. Trip shoots the creature in the face and drags Lee away by the drag handle on the back of his armor (I've actually had this done to me and it's very uncomfortable), while Pitt runs out of shells and drops the shotgun on its tactical sling to draw his Kimber. He empties his magazine, and as he reloads Trip hacks off a monster's arm before it can grab him.

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I shot the former sailor in the face. Its claws slashed out toward me as I threw myself down in an attempt to avoid them. My back hit the deck, sliding through the spilled fluids, firing upward into the creature still relentlessly pursuing me. Its neck erupted in a spray of black as Julie nailed it, temporarily slowing the monster. I pulled the massive ganga ram from my chest and swung at the creature's legs. The big knife tore through the monster's knee, severing the limb. It fell beside me and I cleaved the top half of its skull off, spilling pink brains and black fluid onto the painted deck.

The front of the ship was littered with steaming gray bodies. Some of them were still moving, and a few were already starting to rise. I raised the huge knife over my head and shouted in rage. I hacked wildly at anything that twitched, spraying fluids and meat with every swing. Lee struggled to his feet shakily and shot .45 caliber holes in anything that looked suspicious. The Hind dropped altitude, and roared over the side of the ship.

"Owen! The undead are coming out the portholes. They're crawling up the sides of the ship. Holly needs help."

poo poo. I slammed the still sticky knife back into its sheath, holstered my pistol, retrieved my shotgun and started loading it with slugs as I ran toward the chain ladders. Julie was dangling from the Hind, firing at the side of the ship below me. A ricochet sparked upwards and struck my body armor. Ignoring the painful but not dangerous hit, I leaned across the railing to look down at the deck of the Brilliant Mistake. Holly was firing her UMP at the monsters dangling unnaturally from the slick steel hull. They were crawling along it somehow, in violation of gravity and common sense, heading directly toward her. There were at least five of them, and they were soaking up bullets without much effect.

I put the bead on a creature directly below me. It was an awkward angle, and I had to lean over so far that I was afraid I was going to end up in the ocean. I stroked the trigger and put an ounce of silver through the first undead's shoulder blades. Arms limp, it slipped from the hull and fell into the waves. I pumped the action and took aim on the next target.

Then a cold feeling surged through my body, starting in the center of my back, and spreading out into my limbs, so very cold it burned. My legs went numb, and buckled beneath me. My 870 slipped from my grasp and dangled on its sling. I was jerked around like a rag doll. An undead sailor held me by the straps of my armor. Its touch had caused instant paralysis. I looked into its clear, blood-red eyes as it opened its mouth impossibly wide, black razor teeth glistening. I tried to move, but all I could manage was a weak flopping of my arms, twitching the muscles of my face, and a small tingle of my fingers. I was about to die.

Oh hey, remember how wights paralyze you with a touch and they can get riddled with bullets and spears without breaking a sweat? Guess we know what these are now!

Julie fires another round that grazes Pitt's helmet and blows the wight's head open, and he drops the paralyzed protagonist. Trip dives out to catch him, but just barely misses and leaves Pitt to plunge into the ocean blue. He's still got a minute or two before he can regain control of his body, which leaves him powerless to avoid ingesting and inhaling water as he sinks deeper below the ship.

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Then I stopped. The Old Man from my dream was in front of me. I could see him clearly in the dark water. He was perfectly dry as fish swam past his bony shoulders. He shook his head sadly.
"Boy, we have to stop meeting like this."

He reached out with his heavy cane and stabbed the emergency button on my armored harness. The CO2 canister erupted with bubbles, instantly inflating the shoulder portion of the armor, and giving me positive buoyancy. I started to rise.

"Up you go now. Your friends need help. You not very good at this. No more getting dead!"

As my armor carried me toward the surface in a cloud of bubbles, I could sense the feeling returning to my body. It was an awful, tingly pain. Combined with the screaming, air-starved agony in my chest and the explosive pain in my head, it was horrible. My legs began to kick and my arms began to tear at the hard water, forcing myself ever faster toward the light and a breath of precious, precious air.

My head broke the surface. I somehow gasped and filled my mostly liquid-distended lungs, and simultaneously violently vomited salt water. That hurt. Immediately one of the fishermen started to wildly strike me in the helmet with a pole.

"Kill it! Kill it!" one of them shouted.

I tried to swat the pole away, but my limbs were still regaining their strength. "Stop it! I'm human, you idiots," I croaked as they tried their best to shove me back underwater.

"He's on our side. Quit hitting him, drat it!" I heard Holly order. "Pull him in."

For such a Mary Sue hero, Pitt really gets poo poo on 24/7.

As the fishermen haul Pitt back into the boat, one of the wights surfaces and begins doggy paddling to them. Holly takes it out with a frag grenade that blows it to pieces, and Pitt notices that while he was underwater she also blew a hole in the hull of the Antoine-Marie with an RPG and pinned a wight to the deck with a boathook before decapitating it.

Holly and Pitt shakily climb up the ladder back onto the freighter as the Brilliant Mistake hauls rear end away from the demon boat. All of the wights on the deck have been chopped up, but the arms are still trying to pull themselves together and the heads are gnashing their teeth at everything that passes by.

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"Ugh," I grunted as I fell onto the deck for the second time. "I hate that stupid ladder."

"It's easier than upside-down pole dancing, you sissy," Holly stated as she unslung her UMP.

Julie fast ropes down to the deck. The Hind has fuel for another 20 minutes of hovering before it's at bingo and needs to return to base. The assault team has been silent for the past few minutes, so the newbies need to get in way over their heads and clear the ship.

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"Take grenades. But be careful how you use them. We're going to be inside a steel tube. Back pressure from an explosion can kill. Don't hose shots. Everything ricochets down here. Watch your muzzle and be aware of where the rest of your team is. No flames. The ship is metal, but everything onboard can burn, and a ship fire is bad news. If anything moves, and it isn't human, shoot it. Questions?"

Nobody said anything. We stopped in front of the massive metal door. Julie grabbed Holly by the straps of her armor and looked her in the eyes. "It's going to be dark in there, Holly. Just like the hole. Are you going to be okay? You don't have to do this if you aren't ready."

"I'm fine. I hate vampires. Let's kill these assholes," she replied angrily. Julie nodded and smiled. I had no idea what that was about.

"We're going to move fast. We're not going to stack at each entrance. We're not going to do a full clearing. Keep moving. Watch above you. Watch floor grates. Lee, you bring up the rear, watch behind us. I'm on point, then Pitt, Trip, and Newcastle. Got it?"

"Let me take point," I suggested.

"Why?"

"I've got the shotgun. You've got a sniper rifle with a scope on it. Plus I'm expendable. If you're in front and you die, then the rest of us are screwed." I wasn't being chivalrous. For conversational distance a shotgun beat the pants off of a long rifle with a magnifying optic.

She thought about it for a moment, then nodded. "Pitt on point, then me. Any questions?" It probably made more sense to put one of the other three with the suppressed subguns next in line, but I did not think Julie was real confident in their shooting abilities at that point.

We were quiet, each of us preparing ourselves in our own way to enter the dark. Trip was obviously mumbling a prayer. Lee had his eyes closed and appeared to be doing controlled breathing. Holly was wearing an evil predatory grin. I made sure my shotgun and pistol were fully loaded and my magazines and knife were in place. At least my quick dip in the ocean had cleaned most of the wight juices off of me. The rest of the Newbie team was coated in them.

Julie slapped me on the back of my soggy armor.

"Go."

# ? Apr 11, 2018 14:38

Choco1980: Feb 22, 2013; I fell in love with a Video Nasty

So, it occurs to me, why doesn't MHI have their own boat? They can afford a Hind for goodness sakes, they can afford to buy boats.

# ? Apr 11, 2018 15:06

chitoryu12: Apr 24, 2014

Choco1980 posted:

So, it occurs to me, why doesn't MHI have their own boat? They can afford a Hind for goodness sakes, they can afford to buy boats.

That would involve spending money on something that isn't combustible.

# ? Apr 11, 2018 15:09

sky shark: Jun 9, 2004; CHILD RAPE IS FINE WHEN I LIKE THE RAPIST

Choco1980 posted:

So, it occurs to me, why doesn't MHI have their own boat? They can afford a Hind for goodness sakes, they can afford to buy boats.

Large boats are hard to transport and not particularly fast moving.

# ? Apr 11, 2018 15:19

skrapp mettle: Mar 17, 2007

Hey Chitoryu12, look what I found in my book case. These books were on two of my friend's must read lists so they gave me theirs after they were done

Need/want hard copies for any reason?

# ? Apr 11, 2018 15:56

chitoryu12: Apr 24, 2014

skrapp mettle posted:

Need/want hard copies for any reason?

Absolutely not! :v:

# ? Apr 11, 2018 16:03

skrapp mettle: Mar 17, 2007

Ahhh come on, you know you do. Wish I had taken a picture that shows the thickness of the books. They get progressively thinner. Maybe when I get off work tonight.

# ? Apr 11, 2018 16:07

chitoryu12: Apr 24, 2014

I'd take it if I had a good bookshelf, but I'm redoing basically the entirety of my house so I have books that I'm getting rid of and bookshelves that are getting moved.

# ? Apr 11, 2018 16:08

Darth Walrus: Feb 13, 2012

skrapp mettle posted:

Hey Chitoryu12, look what I found in my book case. These books were on two of my friend's must read lists so they gave me theirs after they were done

Need/want hard copies for any reason?

Is that a loving giant robot in the third one?

# ? Apr 11, 2018 16:19

chitoryu12: Apr 24, 2014

Darth Walrus posted:

Is that a loving giant robot in the third one?

I have no goddamn clue what it is.

# ? Apr 11, 2018 16:20

Mel Mudkiper: Jan 19, 2012; At this point, Mudman abruptly ends the conversation. He usually insists on the last word.

It looks like an original idea so it clearly didn't come from the book itself

# ? Apr 11, 2018 16:23

Cassius Belli: May 22, 2010; horny is prohibited

Darth Walrus posted:

Is that a loving giant robot in the third one?

chitoryu12 posted:

I have no goddamn clue what it is.

Jack Skellington gets ready for battle?

# ? Apr 11, 2018 16:26

sky shark: Jun 9, 2004; CHILD RAPE IS FINE WHEN I LIKE THE RAPIST

It's some kind of weird "old one" style underground digging creature. IIRC some dark priestess or necromancer or something summoned them to dig something up

# ? Apr 11, 2018 17:16

chitoryu12: Apr 24, 2014

sky shark posted:

It's some kind of weird "old one" style underground digging creature. IIRC some dark priestess or necromancer or something summoned them to dig something up

Just buy a shovel, drat.

# ? Apr 11, 2018 17:36

Zanzibar Ham: Mar 17, 2009; You giving me the cold shoulder? How cruel.; Grimey Drawer

drat undead abominations, stealing valuable mining sector jobs from good <whoever lives in the area that story's set in>

# ? Apr 11, 2018 17:38

chitoryu12: Apr 24, 2014

Zanzibar Ham posted:

drat undead abominations, stealing valuable mining sector jobs from good <whoever lives in the area that story's set in>

The answer will always be "white people."

# ? Apr 11, 2018 17:43

Zanzibar Ham: Mar 17, 2009; You giving me the cold shoulder? How cruel.; Grimey Drawer

I dunno, what if they're digging for the Lost Pyramid of Pazuzu in Egypt (it's lost because people kept looking for it in the Americas like the fools they are)?

e: dang, why did I think Pazuzu was from American myths? Oh well

Zanzibar Ham fucked around with this message at 17:52 on Apr 11, 2018

# ? Apr 11, 2018 17:50

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# ? Apr 25, 2024 09:49

Zereth: Jul 9, 2003

I'm betting the french hunter is a vampire or other undead thingy already and this is just a huge trap.

# ? Apr 11, 2018 20:26

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