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Liste des sites web, services et ressources temporairement gratuits pendant la pandémie de COVID-19

Salut,
J'ai lancé un poteau avant-hier pour essayer de regrouper les sites web et les services en ligne qui deviennent temporairement gratuits pendant la pandémie de COVID-19. Le poteau que vous lisez est le résultat de cette liste collaborative. Vous y trouverez tout ce que j'ai trouvé sur le web et toutes les suggestions reçues pour vous aider à passer cette période de confinement. Un grand merci aux airFrançais qui ont participé à cette liste !
N'hésitez pas à ajouter vos liens en commentaire en suivant ces consignes :
J'ai passé la semaine à télétravailler, donc je vais essayer de passer du bon temps "sans écran" avec mes enfants ce week-end. Du coup, je ne vais pas avoir beaucoup de temps pour mettre le poteau à jour au fur et mesure, donc jetez un œil aux commentaires si vous cherchez quelque chose en particulier.
Avertissement ! Certains sites peuvent vous demander un numéro de C.B. Soyez prudents et n'oubliez pas d'annuler un abonnement "gratuit" avant son renouvellement automatique (payant) !
Bon courage et stay safe !
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Occuper les enfants
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Tools & Info for Sysadmins - GUI App, IT Humor, Win Server Book & More

Hi sysadmin,
Each week I thought I'd post these SysAdmin tools, tips, tutorials etc.
To make sure I'm following the rules of rsysadmin, rather than link directly to our website for sign up for the weekly email I'm experimenting with reddit ads so:
You can sign up to get this in your inbox each week (with extras) by following this link.
Here are the most-interesting items that have come across our desks, laptops and phones this week. As always, EveryCloud has no known affiliation with any of these unless we explicitly state otherwise.
** We're looking to include more tips from IT Pros, SysAdmins and MSPs in IT Pro Tuesday. This could be command line, shortcuts, process, security or whatever else makes you more effective at doing your job. Please leave a comment with your favorite tip(s) and we'll be featuring them over the following weeks.

A Free Tool
Mouse without Borders allows you to control up to four computers from a single mouse and keyboard. This means you can copy text or drag and drop files across computers. AudibleNod tells us, "It's different from dameware, VNC and the like. If you're operating several laptops at one workstation this is the tool for you."

IT Pro Humor
In this video response, a clever engineer actually does all the insane things the client requested in "The Expert." Fun and inspiring!

Another Free Tool
glogg is a multi-platform GUI app to help programmers and sysadmins more easily browse/searche through long or complex log files. It is essentially a graphical, interactive combination of grep and less. Grintor suggests it as "the very best log viewer for extremely large logs. Need to read a 500GB log file on a computer with 4GB of ram? Glogg's got you fam."

A Book
Mastering Windows Server 2016 is a complete guidebook with comprehensive information and expert guidance on the tools and features that allow you to get Windows Server 2016 up and running quickly and master its latest features. Topics covered include virtualization products, identity and access, automation, networking, security, storage, software-defined infrastructure, and the cloud; new capabilities including containers and Nano Server, Shielded VMs, Failover Clustering, PowerShell, and more. Focuses on real-world usage, with clear explanations and answers.

One More Free Tool
PS2EXE-GUI is an improved version of the much-loved script of Ingo Karstein with GUI support. The GUI output/input is activated with a switch, and real windows executables are generated. Includes Powershell 5.x support and graphical front end. cpierr03 tells us this is "real good stuff. I use it to create a lot of internal GUI tools."

Have a fantastic week and as usual, let me know any comments or suggestions.
u/crispyducks
Enjoy.
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IT Pro Tuesday #69 - GUI App, IT Humor, Win Server Book & More

Hello ITProTuesday,
Hello IT Pro,
Each week we're updating the full list on our website here. Enjoy.
But on with this week's tools...! Here are the most interesting items that have come across our desks, laptops, and phones this week. As always, EveryCloud has no known affiliation with any of these unless we explicitly state otherwise.
A Free Tool
Mouse without Borders allows you to control up to four computers from a single mouse and keyboard. This means you can copy text or drag and drop files across computers. AudibleNod tells us, "It's different from dameware, VNC and the like. If you're operating several laptops at one workstation this is the tool for you."

IT Pro Humor
In this video response, a clever engineer actually does all the insane things the client requested in "The Expert." Fun and inspiring!

Another Free Tool
glogg is a multi-platform GUI app to help programmers and sysadmins more easily browse/searche through long or complex log files. It is essentially a graphical, interactive combination of grep and less. Grintor suggests it as "the very best log viewer for extremely large logs. Need to read a 500GB log file on a computer with 4GB of ram? Glogg's got you fam."

A Book
Mastering Windows Server 2016 is a complete guidebook with comprehensive information and expert guidance on the tools and features that allow you to get Windows Server 2016 up and running quickly and master its latest features. Topics covered include virtualization products, identity and access, automation, networking, security, storage, software-defined infrastructure, and the cloud; new capabilities including containers and Nano Server, Shielded VMs, Failover Clustering, PowerShell, and more. Focuses on real-world usage, with clear explanations and answers.

One More Free Tool
PS2EXE-GUI is an improved version of the much-loved script of Ingo Karstein with GUI support. The GUI output/input is activated with a switch, and real windows executables are generated. Includes Powershell 5.x support and graphical front end. cpierr03 tells us this is "real good stuff. I use it to create a lot of internal GUI tools."

P.S. Bonus Free Tools
Get this week's bonus tools by visiting the IT Pro Tuesday blog!
Have a fantastic week and as usual, let me know any comments.
Graham | CEO | EveryCloud
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Tools & Info for MSPs - GUI App, IT Humor, Win Server Book & More

Hello msp,
Each week we're updating the full list on our website here. Enjoy.
But on with this week's tools...! Here are the most-interesting items that have come across our desks, laptops and phones this week. As always, EveryCloud has no known affiliation with any of these unless we explicitly state otherwise.
** We're looking to include more tips from IT Pros, SysAdmins and MSPs in IT Pro Tuesday. This could be command line, shortcuts, process, security or whatever else makes you more effective at doing your job. Please leave a comment with your favorite tip(s) and we'll be featuring them over the following weeks. **

A Free Tool
Mouse without Borders allows you to control up to four computers from a single mouse and keyboard. This means you can copy text or drag and drop files across computers. AudibleNod tells us, "It's different from dameware, VNC and the like. If you're operating several laptops at one workstation this is the tool for you."

IT Pro Humor
In this video response, a clever engineer actually does all the insane things the client requested in "The Expert." Fun and inspiring!

Another Free Tool
glogg is a multi-platform GUI app to help programmers and sysadmins more easily browse/searche through long or complex log files. It is essentially a graphical, interactive combination of grep and less. Grintor suggests it as "the very best log viewer for extremely large logs. Need to read a 500GB log file on a computer with 4GB of ram? Glogg's got you fam."

A Book
Mastering Windows Server 2016 is a complete guidebook with comprehensive information and expert guidance on the tools and features that allow you to get Windows Server 2016 up and running quickly and master its latest features. Topics covered include virtualization products, identity and access, automation, networking, security, storage, software-defined infrastructure, and the cloud; new capabilities including containers and Nano Server, Shielded VMs, Failover Clustering, PowerShell, and more. Focuses on real-world usage, with clear explanations and answers.

One More Free Tool
PS2EXE-GUI is an improved version of the much-loved script of Ingo Karstein with GUI support. The GUI output/input is activated with a switch, and real windows executables are generated. Includes Powershell 5.x support and graphical front end. cpierr03 tells us this is "real good stuff. I use it to create a lot of internal GUI tools."

P.S. Bonus Free Tools
Get this week's bonus tools by visiting the IT Pro Tuesday blog!

Have a fantastic week and as usual, let me know any comments.
Graham | CEO | EveryCloud
Fyi - I've set up a subreddit /itprotuesday, where we feature / encourage posts of some additional tools, tips etc. throughout the week. Pop over and subscribe if you’re interested.
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$15K/month selling CBD cigarettes.

Hey - Pat from StarterStory.com here with another interview.
Today's interview is with Evan Marshall of Plain Jane, a brand that sells CBD cigarettes.
Some stats:

Hello! Who are you and what business did you start?

I’m Evan and I started Plain Jane with my college roommate, Duane Dennis.
Plain Jane is dramatically changing the CBD market. We’re the first ultra smooth and low odor Hemp CBD flower and cigarette.
Not a ton of people know what CBD is. It’s a cannabinoid in the Cannabis plant like THC except it doesn’t get you high. It also has anti-anxiety and anti-pain effects. Generally when people refer to the medicinal properties of cannabis, they’re talking about CBD. Most people aren’t aware that you can get these benefits without intoxication.
I believe we’re the best CBD company because we offer the best prices and we have unique products. Unlike the vast majority of companies, we do not have middlemen. We’ve partnered directly with farms to bring customers the best prices.
We’re also continuing to innovate and create new products. Our flagship product is a low smell and ultra smooth CBD cigarette. It has the same potency of other CBD flower products but without that identifying weed smell.
Within 5 months of starting to sell, we’re now generating more than $20K a month in sales. We have customers in 47 states and we’re in more than 12 retail locations.

What's your backstory and how did you come up with the idea?

At MIT, Duane and I grew weed in our dorm room and were really interested in learning more about the plant. After college, I went to work for a tech startup in San Francisco as a software engineer.
Duane created Miramix, a supplements manufacturing and branding company. Over the few years we were out of college, we saw the tides turning for cannabis legalization and knew we wanted to be involved.
When 2018 rolled around, I quit my job and Duane flew out to California.
In college, we figured out a way to remove the smell and harshness from cannabis. We read about it on some online forums and thought it’d be interesting to try out. It ended up by far being our favorite. We could smoke it without smelling strongly like weed and it caused much less throat irritation. We thought this would be a pretty cool thing to work on and we didn’t really see any products that offered less smelly weed products that don’t make you cough.
Our friend, Lindsey suggested looking into CBD products. The more we learned about CBD, the more the excited we became. CBD provides many of the physical benefits associated with cannabis without the intoxication. Lindsey has since joined us as a founder and is constantly help us develop new CBD products.
Since I had struggled with smoking cigarettes since college, we created a non-addictive alternative and that’s our flagship product. A low smell, ultra smooth, CBD-rich hemp cigarette.

Take us through the process of designing, prototyping, and manufacturing your first product.

There are a bunch of different philosophies about creating products so this is just my take.
I believe a product has to have some essential attribute that makes it different from existing products. It can be price or a unique feature but something has to be different about it. I believe marketing and brand is a lagging indicator of your products. Simply selling something already out there with a different label doesn’t really appeal to me. Most of the work of selling a product is done by the product so differentiation can be crucial for growth.
Our first goal in prototyping our product was to figure out if our identifying attribute, a low smell and ultra smooth weed was an interesting concept to anyone.
Validating the idea
To test this idea, we bought some weed from a dispensary, processed it to remove the smell, and brought it to Hippie Hill on 4/20. (Hippie Hill in Golden Gate Park in San Francisco on 4/20 is a giant cannabis celebration event with thousands of people).
We printed out a bunch of surveys and went person to person asking them if they wanted to smoke a bowl and see how they liked it. After doing about 50 interviews, we found that people who considered themselves connoisseurs of cannabis hated it, but the more casual smokers loved it.
This was a pretty positive sign that we were going in the right direction. We wanted to be polarizing because with a unique product, the worst someone can say is that the kind of like it.
There are a lot of people out there working on a lot of different products. You should try to understand why no one has created your product yet. Most people in the industry consider themselves cannabis experts with an appreciation for complex flavors and smells. They smoke too much to ever really cough. They don’t care about the smell. Our product isn’t for them and they make up most of the industry.
Making the product
We then had to make a product. We decided to create a hemp cigarette because we saw parallels in the THC market and really liked the form factor.
I also recently learned about CBD and how it provided many of the sought out for medical benefits without any intoxication. It is a product I use personally.
We spent 3 weeks designing and perfecting the box. I learned how to use Free CAD to design it. We cut the original box shapes out of paper and then taped them together.
When we finally got it right, we went to a print shop and then printed a bunch of box templates. We put it online and started selling it.
The first few boxes we sold took about 30 minutes each to make. I literally cut them out of paper and glued them together. It was kind of ridiculous in hindsight. Since then, we’ve focused on small and consistent improvements to our product. Figuring out the attributes that people care about and then optimizing them. We’ve really focused on improving the burn experience, packaging to prevent flower from falling out the ends, and even the audible snap the box makes when you close it.
We recently started selling less unique products. After partnering with farms and moving to a farm in Oregon, we also saw that market prices are greatly inflated. We decided to start selling less unique products but at a much cheaper price. We’ve spent way less time on perfecting and testing the products as they are more common and our key differentiation is our lower prices.

Describe the process of launching the business.

We funded the company from savings.
We’ve bootstrapped ourselves to this point. Plain Jane didn’t really have a launch. We just put out a website using shopify and then tried to start selling. It was about 90 days after we started selling before we saw any real sort of usage or engagement.
The hardest part at the beginning was just figuring out what worked and what didn’t. I sort of felt like I was wasting time. After a while, you start figuring out the things that didn’t work and continue doing the things that worked.
I’m very glad that people really like our products. Our customers love our products. That’s made everything a lot easier and less of a grind. My big piece of advice is to make sure your customers love your products.
The first time I saw that someone love our products was when our 6th customer asked if we could met her in person to drop off her order because her son uses them for migraines and didn’t want to wait the 3 days for shipping.
When a customer wants to meet you in a Safeway parking lot to get their product faster, you know you have something,

Since launch, what has worked to attract and retain customers?

Almost all of our business comes from social media.
As a CBD company, we cannot spend money on Facebook or Google Ads. Basically everything I knew about paid advertising before was pretty worthless.
Influencer marketing has been huge for us. Our approach is pretty simple. We give out samples of our products and ask people to post about us on social media aka a micro-influencer strategy.
We really like this approach because we get authentic stories and content. We cannot really control the messaging so the product has to speak for itself. We don’t really take product photos at all. Our customers take the photos and we ask to reuse them.
With any influencer strategy, you have to be very sure you’re targeting the right people and engaging with them. You can make sure you’re targeting the right influencers by looking through their posts and then looking through the profiles of their engaged followers. It takes more time per influencer but the payoff is certainly worth it. Make sure their followers look like your existing customers.
It takes a ton of time and work to grow a social media following this way but it’s worth it. Other accounts have tried to grow themselves through botting or other manipulations. As a CBD company, we didn’t want to give Instagram any reason to shutdown our account so we’ve done everything through content and real engagement. It’s not magic to make this happen. You just have to post consistently and then reply or like every single comment you get. It takes months but it works.
We tried a lot of things that didn’t work. An early mistake we made was paying large botnet instagram pages to post about us. This almost always lost money. We did it because it was easy.
These pages contacted us and asked we wanted to post. We said sure, why not. After wasting a couple thousand dollars trying this out, we went with a more manual approach and hired someone to implement it full time.

How are you doing today and what does the future look like?

We’re doing alright. We’re profitable but not yet paying ourselves more than our living expenses.
We’ve chosen to focus our efforts in growing the company first. We put in a ton of time and live right next to our production facility in Oregon on a hemp farm. We’ve come a long way from walking around a weed festival asking people to smoke a bowl to renting a production space with employees.
Currently, we have 63% margins. We’re constantly figuring out ways to make our production more automated to bring down our price and pass it onto customers. In November, we sold a bit more than $24K, mostly in prerolls and flower. Most of our sales are through our online store which has been growing around 37% each month. Our conversion rate hovers between 5.5% and 6%. We’re trying to find ways to improve this but we’re fairly content with where it stands.
Our goal for the company is ambitious. CBD is the fastest growing segment of the fastest growing industry (cannabis). We have our sights set on the stars.
Personally, my goal is to make a larger enduring company because before Plain Jane, I really enjoyed my job and the people I worked with. My goal wasn’t control but to create influence in an outsized way that I couldn’t accomplish by being an employee.
Operationally, we always try to free ourselves from a task once we’ve figured it out and it becomes repetitive.
For example, we social media, we have our influencer strategy down so we hired someone to do what we already know works. I’m personally against hiring someone to solve a problem I don’t have any clue how to solve. I believe hiring is for scaling up efforts or if you’re hiring an expert, you should already know how to basically do their job. Maybe not as well though.

Through starting the business, have you learned anything particularly helpful or advantageous?

It’s really hard to go from being a Software Team Lead to a CBD company. Now my job is mostly online sales and general company strategy.
The mindset you bring to a sales job is very different than one you bring to creating high quality software. Changing my perspective took time. After being really good at something for years, it’s difficult to be bad at everything. Learning is basically admitting that you’re bad at something. I learned a lot in many of different areas.
One area of advice I’d have for other software engineers starting a company is that you should build in runway for the adjustment. Remember what it felt like to learn how to code?
Like the first few months when making the most basic thing happen was tedious and slow progressing. Learning to start a company is like that except you’re worried about running of out money at the same time.

What platform/tools do you use for your business?

We use Shopify for our store.
As a programmer, it was difficult to make the decision not to custom build something. It was the right decision. We use tons of apps on Shopify, here are a few:

What have been the most influential books, podcasts, or other resources?

Funnily enough, now that I’m an entrepreneur, I don’t really read overarching high level books about entrepreneurship.
When I had a 9 to 5, I read everything like Good to Great, The 5 Hour Work Week, Zero to One, and many more. The books entertained me and somewhat prepared me as I started out this journey.
Most of the content I consume now is pretty small and tactical. I read a lot of one off blog posts about how to do a task I’m trying to complete.
I’ve also found myself engaging with online communities more like reddit/startup & reddit/shopify. Again, most of the interaction is about pretty low level things instead of entrepreneurial philosophy.

Advice for other entrepreneurs who want to get started or are just starting out?

Just do things. Most people worry a lot about doing things well. Just doing something is way better than doing nothing. Many people frame this as the 80-20 rule. The downside of the 80-20 rule is you don’t necessarily get the feeling of pride from doing good work. I’d recommend just trying something out and being okay with doing it poorly, especially when people are telling you you’re doing it poorly.
Another lesson I had to learn pretty early was getting past negativity. One time pretty early on, we got a very harsh review about our product. I was doxxed (personal information exposed) and I didn’t know what to do. I just kind of left it while it haunted me for weeks. We ended up introducing another product that I knew the reviewer would like more. We sent him a sample and got a glowing review.
Now with so many more customers, we still get occasionally very mean people to deal with. The emotional cycle still happens but now I get through it in an hour or so instead of a couple weeks. I focus more on trying to solve the problem and figure out if it’s a problem we should be solving.

Are you looking to hire for certain positions right now?

We’re actively looking for a social media manager: someone to create content and engage with posts. We’re also always open to affiliate partnerships.

Where can we go to learn more?

Liked this text interview? Check out the full interview with photos.
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THE META WARS - The Final Finale - Season 1 THE END

Well, we've made it. Through the little pieces that got us here. This is it, it's over. Done with and soon to be forgotten, but that's fine and okay. We should all come to terms with that. I wrote this for all of you, not for myself. I'm a lazy soul at heart and I wouldn't have bothered myself to get this story out if it wasn't for those that enjoyed it themselves. There was no other reason for me to go outside and enjoy the fresh air if you all weren't calling me to come along with you and for that, I couldn't thank you more. You've helped me better myself because I don't try and complete. There's no reason to complete it for me. No level of completion concerns me, but you've pushed me and for that I thank you. For that, I couldn't enjoy the likeliness of this absurd story. To enjoy the number of emotions that grasp me while I write these words and the many words you will soon read. Once more: I appreciate you all.
-Poetry.
For those that are new to the sub, these events were meant to take place the previous hiatus. Everything that takes place in this FanFiction happened the hiatus between Season 3a and Season 3b.
Tonight's episode will star a one: TheOneWhoSaysMeep, FrostyHawk667, SubZero008, MakaButterfly
For those of whom haven't been initiated. This was made by Gabe_The_Animated and it has every single episode compiled. I was too lazy to that myself, thank you.---- Bada Bing.
DISCLAIMER: If you are prone to fear grammatical errors, spelling issues, random perspective changes, and novice level writing skills, may it be warned now. You will be triggered deeply. Getting close to end means I don't have much time to proofread, I write and post now. Please be mindful that people have been altered and is meant to be all in good fun. Now have fun and thank you for your time- and thank all of you for making my time here great and enjoyable. I WILL ALWAYS MEAN THAT. I wouldn't be writing it if no one was humoring me. FOR THE O.T.P!
ThanksPoisonousBoba. Perfection, as always. --- KerChow.
Thank you, Meep for drawing me This which is a canon map of the MetaScape

SEASON 1 FINALE - The End

“No!” It was a quiet whisper. The kind you say with no amount of noise or carry to it, but it's still audible to those just steps around you. “This is the Emporer’s, Meep. I'm not gonna let you do this!” Psweens was stuck, huddled and laying between a box of supplies and a couple bundles of rope.
“This. This might be the only opportunity in my life to see the island, Sweens. I don't want to hold regrets in the Meta.” Meep was a stoic boy by nature but Psweens could sense his will and how strong it pertained.
“So, you're just gonna stowaway with one of the most dangerous Starco affiliates in the Meta? You know he earned that crown… it wasn't inherited.” That was the legend, after all.
The silence of the cargo bay stood an eerie way as the two conversed and the pause didn't help the environment ease.
“Yes. Final answer.” A rare expression of inflection came over Meep and Psweens wouldn't persuade the youngster any further.
“Meep, you are a strong one in this world, but you have to realize when you're pushing your luck. Your meta-related posts will only get you so far out there.” He lifted up his hand to present a small glow in front of himself. From the middle of his palm lay one of Meep’s finest Meta posts. “When the morning comes, I'm hopping on one of those scooters and getting to the Discord Islands before the new episodes drop. I'd recommend you do the same.”
“I'll take my chance.” The rest of the night was silent for the hidden. Just as Psweens told Meep, he did just so.
Quietly, he made his way to one of the small vessels that Tomkie sat offshore, opened the sails, and headed south.
Meep could hear the guards climb aboard. He heard everything go just as had been advised. His nervousness was dampened by his intrigue. There was nothing that could stop him from feeling the ground of the christened island.
Of course, the emperor's crew checked the cargo bay, and of course, our little protagonist hid. Of course, the Emperor trusted his men, and of course, they set sail before the rising sun. If timing was correct, they should make landfall by noon.
If that wasn't enough the island was now guarded by the remaining fractions that wished themselves close. Set sail, my emperor, and let your flags fly.
“I want you all to know since the beginning, I've respected your dubiety.” It was the rare words from the Scepter as he spoke to his company. There weren't many words from the leader, but the crew knew that the situation was grave with his brevity. They had known him long enough that they needn't words to tell his mood or intentions.
All three of the guards solute and the Tomkie boatcrafters shoved the vessel off the dry dock. Meep felt, from this, that the boat was hellbound.

It was shortly after reaching across the Blood Moon Sea that the cannons of the rivals began to fire upon the Tomkie-dressed ship. They paid no mind to what could have been on the ship so long as they managed to fire upon something.
It had seemed the Kellco forces began to fire on the ships of Jarco. Created a Royal of bleeding nauticals in the wake of the battle. Trust and truce were broken and many of the “allies” began to sink.
Luckily this small vessel was covert and not to mention it was fortified with a layer of Nefrald that protected well against most barrages.
The mast picked up much of the gust that blew it eastward towards the island. Most of the Kellco ships remained close as the island rejected Jarco furiously.
The ship skimmed closer and closer to the impending Kellco forces. Meep could feel every onslaught. He heard every percussion from the cannonballs. He could hear the nails moaning out in mercy while the ship was attempting to remain together.
However, it wasn't the Kellco forces, nor the Jarco fleet, nor any of the small MoonCo clan that hung their vessels adrift, but one lone ship. A ship represented by the colors green, red, and purple coming southward from the discord islands to reveal this lone vessel.
It sprayed the Tomkie ship with a dows of arrows that caught fire in mid-air. A remarkable feat. The flag raised revealed only but a dark-grey. Nothing more, nothing less and no one seemed quite pleased on the deck of the ship. For the ship was engulfed in flames.
The panic began on the deck as the inferno grew. Meep could hear the sound of metal clanging and movement while some of the crewmen attempted to douse the flames.
FrostyHawk and his Imperial knights stayed to the far end of the ship whilst they watched as the boat incinerated.
After only minutes the crew decided that this was useless and make their way for whatever land mass seemed optimal. The Regel party watched in horror as one by one their Tomkie sailors jumped off the bow.
“We need to get off this boat!” Yelled Yoh1612 as they heard the large door to the cargo hold slam open.
In surprised the moment, they made eye contact with the young Marclipsa general. Meep could hear the ringing cascade over his ears as he had heard before.
The Royal guard pushed Frosty towards the edge of the guardrail.
“..but I don't know how to swim.”
There was a large explosion from the stern of the ship where the fire had weakened the wood underneath the sheets of metal. There was not much helping one another while the ship rocked, the explosion forced, and all were pushed off into the ocean.
Meep found himself to sea. He could hear… he could hear the waves and the dying boat, he could see the Isle of Daron not too far off, and this insufferable ringing. It grew louder. Louder whilst he gazed in different directions.
The ringing grew as he swam around the moaning vessel. Around the rutter that was now pointing to the air. There was the Emperor, flailing in the waves.
Meep grabbed onto his light armament and they both began their way to the island.
“Breathe deeply.” Said the boy to the emperor as they lightly drifted out to sea. After a moment of realization, Frosty spoke.
“Meep?”
“Yep.” As he dragged the imperial through the water. He wafted him to a piece of driftwood and they both clung to it. “Just kick.” It was once again said with a small mouthful of salty water.
An agonizing slow travel afloat the ocean, it was. The Liege and The Rebel both awkwardly took their route to the island. All the ships blissfully paying no mind to the miserable two.
After hours of slow travel, the waves carried them towards the shore. The island glowed with the soft black sand, and the final wave dumped our two onto the shimmering beach.
Both Meep and Frosty laid there for a moment gathering themselves on the shore, being doused by the surf.
“Not gonna lie, that was the most excitement I've had in years.” He spoke to the youngster, out of breath from their reprehensible voyage.
Meep finally got up, first kneeling and then raising himself, covered from head to toe in this darkened sand. “Not for me…” Meep was indifferent towards the Emperor. He sought no aggression towards the Starco leader. “The thing you should really be questioning is why your cargo bay was filled with gunpowder.”
Frosty hadn't suspected why his ship exploded, he had simply thought it was the cause of the mysterious ship.
Frosty finally got to his feet. His light Nefrald armor was not over-encumbering him, but he still didn't get up as gracefully as he should. The island’s presence felt heavy.
He could feel the weight of the Starco Post he was carrying. Meep felt none of that as he wandered towards the heart of the isle.
It was then the fate of the universe was decided. It was the great floating city that began to tilt. It always lingered in the distance, quiet in the sleep of isolation.
Meep looked on as he thought it was a coincidence or simply some kind of anomaly. The emperor finally caught up to the young man that was showing no hostility, only showing perplexity at the situation. As we're many eyes that watched these series of events unfold.
“Uh, that isn't supposed to happen,” Meep said quietly to Frosty. The island began tilting further, now caught in a surreal pose. It then began to fall. Gliding in the direction of the isle, where the two watched on from.
“Is it gonna hit us?” Frosty asked as quietly as the previous statement.
“It might.” Meep dictated.
“Is it going to hit us?” he repeated, now more like an order to the young General.
“It. Might.” Meep said through gritted teeth.
“Aw. Well, this is awful.” Frosty remained still, watching the massive city break free from the shackled position.
Meep continued walking closer to the apex. “If it hits us- it hits us.” He shrugged as he walked away.
There was one thing of worry as the island began to loom overhead. Frosty could make out one small dot that flew separately from the city. It looked as if it were targeting the island. It wasn't a thing, but a somebody. Frosty prayed for them as he had his eyes locked.
It wasn't flailing as a body in fall should, however, it was impressively laid out. Descending with purpose.They...he, yes a he, was all Frosty could watch. He was coming right for him. Right for this very beach, this very meter.
He… the ninja. Yes, Frosty could make out the shinobi attire. His face guarded and hidden. Frosty’s heart felt heavy, and then it felt like it had nearly stopped altogether.
“Zero.” Frost breathed as the ninja fell towards the only target that could brace his impact. The island was completely devoid of any structure, vegetation, dunes, or anything that could slow his fall. The only thing that stood was these two people that made their way to the island.
It was fast. The impact was incredible but was different than most. At the last second, Subzero had flipped his body, fueled his legs with his karma, and braced for impact. The Crown of Starco crossed his arms and guarded against the shinobi.
The force pushed Frosty back to the line of water in the sand. Eventually, he began to tumble over himself, once again being enveloped in sand.
The shinobi just laid there. Not realizing yet the ramifications of that gesture. He was simply happy to be alive, still holding the epic A.U known as the “Shipping Wars”. Though, he felt very heavy.
“So…” Frosty leaned on his knee once more to get his body off the ground and away from the surf. “If it isn't the most wanted man in the Subreddit. The worlds have aligned for such a coincidental meeting.”
Subzero knew that voice and he got up, weary of his condition. Nearly stuck to the ground. “My liege.” Sub smirked, “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” They both stared one another down for quite some time whilst they knew of the imminent confrontation.
The waves crashing against the sand. The sand held by the island and island held the sand. The sea commanded the beach, and the beach keeps the land.
“I have “The A.U”.”
“No! I refuse to believe-” He immediately was interrupted as SubZero pulled out the legendary FanFiction known as The Shipping Wars. His hand alit with a golden hue and a brilliant light illuminated from his palm. “...no” Frosty went from tempered to controlled quickly. “Sub, that’s only half the battle. You do realize that the island must accept it first.”
“I've been through too much to not at least try.”
Once more, the ocean called over them. The surf reached the back of Frosty’s foot. It licked him and he hesitated to let it happen again. He took one more slow, precautions step.
“Well, do you feel that heaviness? Do you feel your legs trembling at the mere attempt to keep standing?” Frosty took one step towards the man. “Yes. Yes, you do. It's the same feeling I’ve had coming to this island over the time of my reign. It's the same dampening weight I feel now.” He stepped once more. “The island will never accept you as it doesn't me.”
Subzero knew this was not subjection. This was, indeed, a fact.
You know the throne will always be there for you when you’re ready.” Frosty mused, almost captivated by the thought. Subzero saw a familiar smile come over him.
Once again, the only thing that could be heard was the pouring waves. Then, without warning, the massive crash of the MultiShipping City. Subzero flinched, but never took his eyes off the scepter.
“Genetics shouldn't inherit a crown.” The wind rushed as the two couldn't hear much else.
Meep looked back to see the two, but that was the least of his concern- no matter how percular the situation. Finally, the wind died and the two could exchange once more.
“Two ways, Sub: By death or by gift… but I’m not gifting you anything until my son can just come home.” Another strong pause was held between the two.
“I have no home. The empire was never any home!” He gestured his hand flat quickly outwards, “The Starco Citadel is a bastion for- no, an enclosure for passive aggressive idiocy and inane politics. There is not a chance that things will ever change, Frosty. Not a chance in hell…”
the absence of thought befell the young man wearing his deep blue tunic.
“So what be it then? What is there a legacy if no one is there to bring about a new era?” Frosty held out his hand and the Starco Fanfiction that was weighing him down appeared in his palm. He lifted his hand and the Fanfiction beamed into the air. Subzero held out his hand to show his own. He dropped to his knees while looking upon the thing that took so much to achieve.
The rushing of the falling City must have altered the weather. Two separate water spouts raged around the island, eating the water, and spitting it into the sky. It began to rain.
"The Starco Empire is diseased. Rotten to the core. There's no saving it - we have to tear it out by the roots. Wipe the slate clean. Burn it DOWN! And from the ashes a new empire will be born! Evolved, but untamed! The Starconians will be purged, and the shippers will thrive. Free to post as they see fit, they'll make the subreddit great again!" He did the same as his father. The A.U was sent to the sky and returned to the Metascape.
Both, no longer encumbered by the grace of their tributes, dug their feet into the sand. With the sea to his back, the emperor took a stance.
Subzero sending his karmic energy through the force of his legs, leaped. He was at Frosty, propelled forth. Frosty caught the punch. Holding Subzero’s hand in one hand, Sub took for an uppercut to the left. Frosty, caught the other. The Starco leader pulled both his hands apart, causing Sub’s body to come inward. He headbutted the shinobi. Sending him back, rolling backward, and backhand springing to get to his feet.
Sub jumped into the air. Frosty dove and rolled. Bringing the ax-kick down, Subzero left a crater in the sand where the Emperor had once stood. Landing, he glared towards the scepter. Frosty look back and his eyes filled with malice.
Subzero jumped once more attempting to get behind. He was unsuccessful, the King punched the kick that was pitched in desperation with his own karmic power. This sent the shinobi flailing through the air, towards the apex of the island. He began to tumble over himself while the emperor ran towards him. The sand made his running slightly awkward. Slipping his first few steps.
Jumping not hardly as far as the ninja, the emperor came down with a punch that met only the ground. Subzero kicked his body up off the ground at the small remaining seconds. Again, there was a small crater in the sand of the island. The emperor grabbed onto the multi-shipper, a deathly strong hug, and attempted to pull him to the ground.
Subzero, in a ditch effort to not get grounded, jumped while Frosty was holding on. This sent both in a spiral of flipping and flopping. When subzero had finally come to halt, out of breath and still exhausted; he got himself up as quickly as he could from off the sand.
Looking forward The Hawk was already upon him. The shinobi ducked when a jarring left hook sought his head, a small uppercut- juked left. If these punches made so much as a small bit of contact there wouldn't be much hope for him. He looked down and saw a small opening. His footing fell in the sand.
The shinobi hooked Frosty’s leg from under his body, lifting up, it flung the Emporer in the air. Cartwheeling, the shinobi swung his body around and delivered a reverse-kick to the chest of the man that was flung mid-air.
Once again, proving his tenacity, Frosty got up to his feet. The body was bruised but the will continued from both participants. The next punch hit directly in the middle of his guard. The forced knocked Zero back, his arms were useless as proven by the fact that they were now broken. The force of the karma shattered many of the bones in his right arm. The next punch was held back and shot through the middle of his person.
This sent the ninja into the side of the embankment. He stuck out of the incline. He braced his legs while the Starco Leader ran at him. He jumped from out of the blackened sand. The soot covered the emperor and it blinded him for a moment. Blinding him just long enough for the shinobi to land and kick FrostyHawk just a short distance.
From afar, without any warning or forecast, the king was back at SubZero. No rest and out of breath an attempted to give a flurry of kicks. One roundhouse delivered near The Hawk punished him greatly, but he grabbed onto his leg as it rested on his shoulder. Using Subzero’s leg as a pivot point he suplexed the young man into the sand, and then once more. The force of the slams knocked out the shinobi for minor seconds.
The emperor was going for one more slam, but he allowed SubZero’s leg too close to his body, where he kicked off. Using Frosty as a platform, he managed to slip away from his might.
A small idea came over SubZero. From a few meters away the ninja beckoned The Hawk to come forth. He did just that as he was just steps away, Subzero to his hooking it with his own and rolled the emperor down to the ground.
He pressed his legs against his father’s chest and pushed as hard as he managed. Flinging him into the ocean. Landing a survivable distance offshore.
Subzero readied himself for another of Frost’s battery, but he just sat there. Watching the ocean, the cyclones still rushing and dancing in the distance. He watched the ocean longer than he should have, preparing for nothing. He studied the turbulent ocean, but he could make out nothing from the waves.
Walking closer, closer to the edge of the surf. He watched outward, but Frosty was gone. True as my words, the Emperor was no more.
“Father and Son fighting over this?”
Subzero flung his head around, the high pitched voice came from behind him. A small blonde girl stood before him. Higher on the beach of the blackened sand. She held out the Ancient Starco Crest that represents the highest level of royalty and anointment. She pinned it on her light-red jacket.
Out of breath, Subzero spoke to her, she stepped slyly closer. “Who-” he panted, “who are you?”
“I'm offended! There's no way in this great-big-undisclosed world that you don't know who I am.” She smiled while she spoke and it was unnerving. “I, my friend, am a convenient, coherent, self-aware little obstacle sent here to kill you figments of some imagination. Sorry about that- or well, this.” Quicker than Zero could see she was behind him and he fell to the floor.
His body succumbs to the ash of banishment and it melded with the black sand that stood as a warning. The Ninja and The Hawk were no more.

Meep could sense the two fighting off into the distance. He didn't bother, he knew that that wasn't his business. He seldom interfered with the inner-workings of other’s affairs.
He wandered slowly to the middle of the island, expecting to see something of an altar, an effigy, a magical being even waiting for tribulation.
As he could begin to view the tip of the island that sloped gently upwards, he could see nothing. It was flatly and plain. No interest that really deserves his attention.
He had reached the plateau of the island- still nothing. Not even a change in environment. Just black sand and harder ground with black sand on it.
He nearly stepped in it. His foot nearly hung off the lip of the hole. His shoe hugged the lip of the pit.
“Hmmm.” It was about 3 meters across. Smooth sides that looked as if were hand carved or excavated by machinery. He put his hand over it. The feeling of electricity lightly coated the boy’s hand. “Mmmhmm.” Nothing quite interesting at all.
He kicked a bit of sand down the “tube”. There was a small echo at first but then nothing. “Welp.” He was done here.
“What did you expect? For him to impress you?”
Meep knew that voice. He really wished he didn't, but he knew exactly who that was.
“He's not writing to impress anyone,” Maka told her brother. “You know why I'm here.”
“Maka, I'm not going to fight you. Not again.” Meep spoke back to her without looking.
“Mother fucker, I just swam across the ocean!” She yelled at him, “I skipped across an entire country! For what? So I can stand here and talk about how he had to do it to ‘em? How I just killed the Emperor?!-”
“You what?”
“How I just want to go home, but no, I had to come all the way across the goddam MetaScape to try and find you-” She turned around, ran her hands through her hair, the pain of the loud buzzing in her ears and head was too much for anyone to handle. “-To try and kill you.”
There was a pause while Meep attempted to remain as motionless as he physically could. “Why, Maka, why me?” She clenched her fist at Meep statement.
“Why you?!” She turned towards Meep. “Why you?! Why me? I should be asking that question, not you!” Meep thought that this dramatic yelling was pretty funny with her high pitched voice, but he didn’t dare allude to it. She continued while she curled her knuckle and bit down on it, “At least you’re not a plot device… why did he choose me?”
“Who?” Meep couldn’t remember too well, but a small buzz came over his ears.
“You know who! He chose us, he chose us for some reason. Why. Why? Why. Why?”
“I still don-” Meep was still truly confused.
She fell in silence and gathered herself. “Where are we?” She asked.
“The Isle of Daron,” Meep answered attempting to avoid confrontation. Her head sunk and she looked down at the ground. Her hair dangled over her face.
“No. Bigger picture, brother.”
“The Subreddit’s MetaScape.”
“What is a subreddit?” She looked up occasionally and Meep could see the emotion on her face.
“Well, if you study The Meta, we’ve come to a conclusion that it’s a website that houses other topics. That’s all we know-”
“Shut up!” She was crying now but smiling. “Yes. About a show, we as people, have never seen and we- and we- and we fight based on these characters in the show. He spoke to you, Meep. He’s spoken to you. We’re just characters. We’re- this whole place,” She held out her hands and spun on one foot, “is just some fool’s mind. We fight because he tells us to. We live because some asshole is telling us to. We love because some bastard’s sitting there in front of a computer screen and typing over and over and over again.”
Meep eyes fluttered from left to right in a compilation. “...No…” Meep knew it was true. He was a smart boy, after all. “Maka, whether or not we’re real, I still don’t want to fight you.”
“Oh, we’re gonna fight. He’s telling us to fight so he can complete this story. One of us is gonna die this evening.” The two twisters spun and kept the rain billow down on the two youngsters. It mixed with Maka’s tears. “It’s not fair, Meep! It’s not fair!” She quickly stomped her foot to the ground. She took one of her daggers out from the holsters. She threw it, the blade stuck the dense sand of the island. “Pick it up.”
“I don’t want to.” He responded frankly.
“Yes, you are!” She screeched. A pain came over Meep. From inside his head that split to his ears. A sharp, disgusting pain that compelled him. Whispering and persuading him. Before he realized it, he had the dagger in his hand. Looking at it, then at Maka.
“Ha Ha!” She laughed maniacally while bouncing up and down. “You said yes to him, you said yes! While you were banned you said yes…” Her face dropped from a gleeful expression to one that of stoic embrace. “Let’s put on something a little more deserving, shall we?” She clapped her hands. “I hate commercials but don’t we all?”
Luckily, Meep could keep up with her speed. She was already at him, stabbing from left to right with her single dagger. He parries twice in a frantic attempt to keep balanced. He kicked with a decent force, his foot almost slipping at the edge of the hole. It pushed her back a way.
Maka caught herself on the floor of the island. She flipped over his standing body. In mid-air, she grabbed his shoulder with one hand and brought both of her legs into his lower back. She went for a stab to Meep’s throat but was blocked by his own dagger.
She simply struck Meep on the opposing side of his head, kicking from his back, she attempted to kick him into the pit. He managed to catch himself before the hole, he managed to clip the floor with his feet and jumped over the hole in the island. Sliding on the sand, he turned to find Maka.
She was jumping over the hole, following him, and dagger brandished. The point directed at his heart. Meep held out his feet, a face of apprehension came over Maka. She landed directly on his two extended legs and using her momentum he flinched her behind his laying body. She tumbled down the sandy slope, but caught her body and slid on her feet to a halt.
Meep jumped from the plateau, using the leverage he had on her. He held the dagger in both hands, one hand had his palm on the hilt. She attempted to avoid the brash attack, but it was so powerful it broke through her guard and it forced he to simply dodge the blade.
Meep went on the offensive. He feigned a stab to her shoulder, flipping his dagger to the opposing hand, he hooked her in the jaw while she watched the blade. He stabbed under her guard where she kneed his arm upwards. His hand, along with the dagger went in a haphazard direction.
Smiling, she grabbed his arm, flipping on top of his body and began hyperextending. Meep could barely stand, attempting to fight the slope of sand, her body weight, and her. He grit his teeth and attempted to, once again, stab her while she was on his person. He tried with all his strength to hold his joint in its socket.
While the dagger came down on her she kicked the dagger away, he came at her again with the knife. This time she kicked his face. He went down and so did she. They both tumbled down the inclined. Meep caught himself first and began running up the hill. Maka dug her dagger into the compressed sand and slowed her descent. She threw her dagger. It swirled and twirled through the air, hitting him in the ankle. Slicing, but not stabbing, he continued to make his way up the sandy embankment.
Maka slowly got to her feet and followed.
She reached the plateau and saw Meep out of breath. She, herself was panting and thought it would be a decent-
“Hold on.” Meep held out his hand. “Can we have a break?” The rain stilled belted down on the two.
“I mean, it’s not like we’re going anywhere.” The two of them settled for a minute while they stared one another into the oblivion that was their existence.
“You… uh- I think this…” Meep was cut short by Maka.
“No, you!” She turned her head to look at the dagger. She pulled out a whetstone and began sharpening the edge. She caught the ran as a lubricant for the process. She looked down the blade of the dagger and pointed it directly at Meep. “Father, son, sister, brother making the island bloody. A bloody mess confessed I digress. I contest. I detest.” She looked at Meep, she took deep breaths as he was doing. “I want you to speak to him again and again. I want you to speak to him over and over and over until you know my pain in my brain.” They both made eye contact while she said this to him.
Meep took one deep breath and raised his hand
“Ready?” She said.
“Sure.”
Meep ran towards Maka, once again at speeds rarely seen throughout the MetaScape. Maka at the very last moment before impact dove under Meep. Her extended foot hit Meep’s planted foot and it sent him into the air. She threw the dagger true and straight. Meep guarded and it struck into his right arm, under the shoulder.
Maka came to a halt. Leaping at Meep who had fallen to the ground. She was above him when he fired the shitpost of desperation, she slapped it from mid-air. Deflecting it towards the beach.
Maka came down with her fist, punching Meep with all her weight and might, his head was pushed back into the sand. He stammered back on the ground, attempting to avoid the next kick. He couldn't. He kept crawling backward. He held his dagger for the next ax kick that he had buried under the sand. Her leg fell directly on the point. He twisted it before her appendage was retracted.
He looped his foot around her leg and lifted before she could jump away, she fell to the ground. Meep used this time to get to his feet with his one usable arm. Both warriors looked at one another with their disabilities completely known.
Meep ran at Maka once more his limp and bleeding arm still clenched. He gave a strong left hook that made contact, but Maka came back with her own and then another. His vision was going dark, he held her shoulder and head-butted her nose. With that, she took the dagger out of Meep’s shoulder.
Meep miraculously dodged a flurry of unwieldy stabs and slices. It was little more than an absolute anomaly that he was able to defend himself against Maka that was winning this exchange. The massive hole in the middle of the island lingered on behind them.
Meep stepped on Maka’s bad leg, he uppercut her, but in retaliation slammed Meep to the ground in an act of brutality. She was on top of him, dagger held high, looking at him. A small moment of hesitation decided the fate of the youngster. She looked at him for a final time.
The dagger came down.
A large draft of wind came over the youngster. An explosion knocked Maka to the side. Laden to the ground, looking at Meep, the hole directly behind her back. Meep lifted his arm to point it at the small warrior. Her eye’s spelled acceptance and Meep whispered to her ‘sorry’.
Meep fired a shitpost at her. Her body flung directly into the hole that was set in the middle of The Island of Daron.
Meep looked behind him to see where the shitpost had come from. Our little protagonist was surprised to see a very apprehensive Psweens.
The massive pit sprayed forth a beautiful array of lights sprang forth and filled the sky.
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“Alright, that’s it! Everyone off. Fun’s over. You all play nice, now. I will permaban every last one of ya’ if you don’t behave!” The woman yelled at the many, many people that were disembarking on their paths and deciding their ways. “You ain’t gotta go home, but you gotta get the hell outta here! I’m a programmer, not a babysitter! Tah, tah!”
Cirdian was held up by his many other Starco Generals. CardButton and FrostyJam were having a friendly debate over who was the best of character in the show, while Ngame attempted to jump into the conversation, but was also jotting down what they were saying. VaultJumper and Jayboi were playfully flipping off the rest of the bunch. TheWritingRex was having a discussion with the music of the show with 650_dollars and many more were collaborating as they had been doing on the boat.
“Screw this,” Frosty said while he took off to land. He held out his hand and stopped the newer user that sacrificed himself in the Battle of Statera. Spoder gave him a pat on the back while he passed by. “Here. Oi! Everyone!” All the Starco commanders and generals came to a halt and looked upon their Emperor in glee. “This is our new Emporer, Apharius1701!” Frosty and his once subordinating commanders dropped to a knee. The other Starco affiliates followed their lead.
“Thanks?” Said Alpharius, while the once-Leader got up.
“Don't thank me yet,” Frosty said while he hugged the man and walked him down the dock. “Thank me after I get the Discord.” He laughed.
JeepDave lingered behind Coraline and after all had left her ship she turned to him. Even with her blindfold she somehow knew exactly knew where he was. Where his eyes were, Jeep was intrigued.
“What's gonna happen, Coraline? What's gonna happen to Maka?” She turned slowly while the gangplank lifted itself from the loading area and nestled itself neatly away. She carefully looked out to the MetaScape.
“Don't know?” Her mouth, being the only thing of expression Jeep could read, seemed of seriousness. “I just don't know? The Island has never accepted a user. Anything could happen.”
“Hey…” Jeep said hesitantly.
“Yes, Dave?”
“Could you drop me off anywhere, but here… you know… in the middle of Starco territory?”
She scuffed snapped her fingers and the sails magically dropped. The winds filled and they were off… Off to another coast, off to another goal, while she watched the people mingle in her Sub.
“They better behave next time. It’s all in the rules. I will bring down this banhammer so hard they’ll be standing in /co/.”
“You and me both know that’s a fate worse than death.”

“I know.” She answered.
Now. How do we end? Like an ode, there should be a poem. A groan from the audience. A tendency for tender embrace to the fact that we're done with this tale. We're done- I'm done with this labor tailored for all of you. Woven and weaved, fabricated and reprieved, disheartened but never without the ability to upheave. We are the beginning. We are the plot. We are the things that brought all of this together at last, but as time moves and with the tools we use; all must come to an end. Make light this discretion, my friends. O, muses I needn't want you to start, but I need your strength to finish what I started. Apart from what we've created as the sub-goers, some that stayed and some that have gone. Even with these texts of times forgotten, some have already moved on. To other lands, to another place, passing themselves among the greatness that is the wholeness of these worlds. They will forever be part of the history. We will forever be part of the history here, so, please, don't cry when things come to an end. Please don't become filled with emotion of distraught and nostalgia because these things are left to naught. They are not what defines these moments left behind. Left to time and left for more beautiful people to maybe read about our affairs, the mystery, and happiness engraved there. History are we, the people who've read, the people who've written, and the people we've spoken about of these months and weeks and years. Don't feel sad when the boat finally comes to a halt because it's over, feel happy that we can move on beyond what we could ever be. The potential we could ever achieve. Poetry, out.




“You know, Malthus, soon there won’t be any room for us?” Penguin, sat next to the other Oracle having arrived back home just days prior. “The writer sees the future before our present is written.”
“...but there’s always room for us. He hasn’t even planned the future quite yet…” Malthus began drawing in the air, his gold essence stuck while he put minute touches on his work. “This world will always make room for people like us and it’ll only get bigger.”
“Let the children play amongst themselves? The sub grows, we should join.” Said nearly to herself. It made Malthus stop in mid-stroke.
“Should we? New king. Be free. This fate, ‘t’is us, ‘t’is we. Let us do this.” Malth stood on his pillow Penguin did the same. “They watch us. Let us put on a show. Let it be known.”
The two clasped hands. The maroon and gold ethereal glimmer came over each other’s hands eventually mixing and developing their hands, and arms. The two melted into their corresponding colors. The glittered colors shot to the ceiling of the massive hall and came crashing down on the floor. The marron hit to the left and the gold hitting to the right. After the glow had dispersed it revealed two users. Looking somewhat like they had looked prior, but without their oracle apparel. They wore commoner’s clothes and were no longer carrying the auras that once surrounded them.
“Uh, I forgot what it feels like to be mortal.” He spoke to her.
“O, lord Daron, it feels odd.” Penguin flicked out her hands and shook them for a bit. “Feels… Feels… less responsible.”
Malthus kicked open the door to the hallway that reached to the citadel's main lobby.
“Let the games begin!”
Roll the credits.
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META WARS - / The End of a New Age / - SEASON 1 FINALE

Previous Episode

SEASON ONE TAKES PLACE BETWEEN THE HIATUS OF SEASON 3A - SEASON 3B

PREFACE:
Tonight's episode will star a one: u/TheOneWhoSaysMeep, u/FrostyHawk667, u/SubZero008, u/MakaButterfly
For those of whom haven't been initiated.---- The Beginning of this... thing.
DISCLAIMER: If you are prone to fear grammatical errors, spelling issues, random perspective changes, and novice level writing skills, blame u/nerdman01. You will be triggered deeply. Please be mindful that people have been altered and is meant to be all in good fun. Now have fun and thank you for your time- and thank all of you for making my time here great and enjoyable. I WILL ALWAYS MEAN THAT. I wouldn't be writing it if no one was humoring me. FOR THE O.T.P!
Thanks for watching!
This which is a canon map of the MetaScape made by the incredible JustHereForTheLawls(Behond). I’d like to thank her for everything she does and Meep for the original map that she borrowed from.
Link to all the art done for Season 1 so far.

SEASON 1 FINALE - / The End of a New Age /

“No!” It was a quiet whisper, the kind you say with no amount of noise or carry to it, but it's still audible to those just steps around you. “This is the Emporer’s, Meep. I'm not gonna let you do this!” Psweens was stuck, huddled and laying between a box of supplies and a couple bundles of rope.
“This. This might be the only opportunity in my life to see the island, Sweens. I don't want to hold regrets in the Meta.” Meep was a stoic boy by nature, but Psweens could sense his will and how strong it persisted.
“So, you're just gonna stowaway with one of the most dangerous Starco affiliates in the Meta? You know he earned that crown… it wasn't inherited.” That was the legend, after all. Nobody really knew.
The silence of the cargo bay stood eerily as the two conversed and the pause didn't help the environment ease.
“Yes. Final answer.” A rare expression of inflection came over Meep and Psweens wouldn't persuade the youngster any further.
“Meep, you are a strong one in this world, but you have to realize when you're pushing your luck. Your meta-related posts will only get you so far out there.” He lifted up his hand to present a small glow in front of himself. From the middle of his palm lay one of Meep’s finest Meta posts. “When the morning comes, I'm hopping on one of those scooters and getting to the Discord Islands before the new episodes drop. I'd recommend you do the same.”
“I'll take my chances.” The rest of the night was silent for the hidden. Just as Psweens told Meep, he did just so.
Quietly, he made his way to one of the small vessels that the Tomkies had sat offshore, opened the sails, and headed south.
Meep could hear the guards climb aboard. He heard everything go just as had been advised. His nervousness was dampened by his intrigue. There was nothing that could stop him from feeling the ground of the christened island.
Of course, the emperor's crew checked the cargo bay, and of course, our little protagonist hid. Of course, the Emperor trusted his men, and of course, they set sail before the rising sun. If their timing was correct, they should make landfall by noon.
If that wasn't enough, the island was now guarded by the remaining factions that wished themselves close. Set sail, my emperor, and let your flags fly.
“I want you all to know since the beginning, I've respected your diligence.” They were rare words from the Scepter as he spoke to his company. There weren't many words from the leader, but the crew knew that the situation was grave with his brevity. They had known him long enough that they needn't words to tell his mood or intentions.
All three of the guards saluted and the Tomkie boatcrafters shoved the vessel off the dry dock. Meep felt, that the boat was hellbound.

It was shortly after reaching across the Blood Moon Sea that the cannons of the rivals began to fire upon the Tomkie-dressed ship. They paid no mind to what could have been on the ship so long as they managed to fire upon something.
It had seemed the Kellco forces began to fire on the ships of Jarco and created a royal of bleeding nauticals in the wake of the battle. Trust and truce were broken and many of the “allies” began to sink.
Luckily, this small vessel was covert, and not to mention it was fortified with a layer of Nefrald that protected well against most barrages.
The mast picked up much of the gust that blew it eastward towards the island. Most of the Kellco ships remained close as the island rejected Jarco furiously.
The ship skimmed closer and closer to the impending Kellco forces. Meep could feel every onslaught. He heard every percussion from the cannonballs. He could hear the nails moaning out in mercy while the ship was attempting to remain together.
However, it wasn't the Kellco forces, nor the Jarco fleet, nor any of the small MoonCo clan that hung their vessels adrift, but one lone ship, a ship represented by the colors green, red, and purple, coming southward from the Discord Islands.
It sprayed the Tomkie ship with rows of arrows that caught fire in mid-air. A remarkable feat. The flag raised revealed only but a dark-grey. Nothing more, nothing less, and no one seemed quite pleased on the deck of the ship, for the ship was engulfed in flames.
The panic began on the deck as the inferno grew. Meep could hear the sound of metal clanging and movement while some of the crewmen attempted to douse the flames.
FrostyHawk and his Imperial knights stayed towards the far end of the ship whilst they watched as the boat incinerated.
After only minutes, the crew decided that this was useless and make their way for whatever land mass seemed optimal. The regal party watched in horror as one by one their Tomkie sailors jumped off the bow.
“We need to get off this boat!” yelled Yoh1612 as they heard the large door to the cargo hold slam open.
In a surprised moment, they made eye contact with the young Marclipsa general. Meep could hear the ringing cascade over his ears as he had heard before.
The royal guard pushed Frosty towards the edge of the guardrail.
“..but I don't know how to swim.”
There was a large explosion from the stern of the ship where the fire had weakened the wood underneath the sheets of metal. There was not much helping one another while the ship rocked, the explosion forced, and all were pushed off into the ocean.
Meep found himself out to sea. He could hear… he could hear the waves and the dying boat; he could see the Isle of Daron not too far off, and this insufferable ringing. It grew louder, louder whilst he gazed in different directions.
The ringing grew as he swam around the moaning vessel, around the rutter that was now pointing to the air. There was the Emperor, flailing in the waves.
Meep grabbed onto his light armament and they both began their way to the island.
“Breathe deeply,” said the boy to the emperor as they lightly drifted out to sea. After a moment of realization, Frosty spoke.
“Meep?”
“Yep.” As he dragged the imperial through the water, he brought the Emperor to a piece of driftwood and they both clung to it. “Just kick.” It was once again said with a small mouthful of salty water.
An agonizing slow travel afloat the ocean, it was. The Liege and The Rebel both awkwardly took their route to the island. All the ships blissfully paid no mind to the miserable two.
After hours of slow travel, the waves carried them towards the shore. The island glowed with the soft black sand, and the final wave dumped our two onto the shimmering beach.
Both Meep and Frosty laid there for a moment gathering themselves on the shore, being doused by the surf.
“Not gonna lie, that was the most excitement I've had in years,” he spoke to the youngster, out of breath from their reprehensible voyage.
Meep finally got up, first kneeling and then raising himself, covered from head to toe in this darkened sand. “Not for me…” Meep was indifferent towards the Emperor. He sought no aggression towards the Starco leader. “The thing you should really be questioning is why your cargo bay was filled with gunpowder.”
Frosty hadn't suspected why his ship exploded, he had simply thought it was because of the mysterious ship.
Frosty finally got to his feet. His light Nefrald armor was not over-encumbering him, but he still didn't get up as gracefully as he should have. The island’s presence felt heavy; the gravity was harsher and the air denser.
He could feel the weight of the Starco Post he was carrying. Meep felt none of that as he wandered towards the heart of the isle.
It was then the fate of the universe was decided. It was the great floating city that began to tilt. It always lingered in the distance, quiet in the sleep of isolation.
Meep looked on as he thought it was a coincidence, or simply some kind of anomaly. The Emperor finally caught up to the young man who was showing no hostility, only showing perplexity at the situation, As were many eyes that watched these series of events unfold.
“Uh, that isn't supposed to happen,” Meep said quietly to Frosty. The island began tilting further, now caught in a surreal pose. It then began to fall. Gliding in the direction of the isle, where the two watched on from.
“Is it gonna hit us?” Frosty asked as quietly as the previous statement.
“It might,” Meep dictated.
“Is it going to hit us?” he repeated, now more like an order than a question to the young General.
“It. Might,” Meep said through gritted teeth.
“Aw. Well, this is awful.” Frosty remained still, watching the massive city break free from its shackled position.
Meep continued walking closer to the apex. “If it hits us- it hits us.” He shrugged as he walked away.
There was one thing of worry as the island began to loom overhead. Frosty could make out one small dot that flew separately from the city. It looked as if it were targeting the island. It wasn't a thing, but a somebody. Frosty prayed for them as he had his eyes locked.
It wasn't flailing as a body in death’s grasp should, however; it was impressively laid out. Descending with purpose.They...he, yes, a he, was all Frosty could watch. He was coming right for him. Right for this very beach, this very meter.
He… the ninja. Yes, Frosty could make out the shinobi attire. His face was guarded and hidden. Frosty’s heart felt heavy, and then it felt like it had nearly stopped altogether.
“Zero,” Frost breathed as the ninja fell towards the only target that could brace his impact. The island was completely devoid of any structure, vegetation, dunes, or anything that could slow his fall. The only thing that stood was these two people that made their way to the island.
It was fast. The impact was incredible but was different than most. At the last second, Subzero had flipped his body, fueled his legs with his karma, and braced for impact. The Crown of Starco crossed his arms and guarded against the shinobi.
The force pushed Frosty back to the line of water in the sand. Eventually, he began to tumble over himself, once again being enveloped in sand.
The shinobi just laid there, not realizing yet the ramifications of that gesture. He was simply happy to be alive, still holding the epic A.U. known as the “Shipping Wars”. Though, he also felt very heavy from the Island’s strange atmosphere.
“So…”Frosty leaned on his knee once more to get his body off the ground and away from the surf. “If it isn't the most wanted man in the Subreddit. The worlds have aligned for such a coincidental meeting.”
Subzero knew that voice and he got up, weary of his condition and nearly stuck to the ground. “My liege,” Sub smirked, “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” They both stared one another down for quite some time whilst they knew of the imminent confrontation.
The waves crashed against the sand. The sand held by the island and island held the sand. The sea commanded the beach, and the beach kept the land.
“I have “The A.U.””
“No! I refuse to believe-” He immediately was interrupted as SubZero pulled out the legendary FanFiction known as The Shipping Wars. His hand alit with a golden hue and a brilliant light illuminated from his palm. “...No.” Frosty went from tempered to controlled rage quickly. “Sub, that’s only half the battle. You do realize that the island must accept it first.”
“I've been through too much to not at least try.”
Once more, the ocean called over them. The surf reached the back of Frosty’s foot. It licked him and he hesitated to let it happen again. He took one more slow, precautions step.
“Well, do you feel that heaviness? Do you feel your legs trembling at the mere attempt to keep standing?” Frosty took one step towards the man. “Yes. Yes, you do. It's the same feeling I’ve had coming to this island over the time of my reign. It's the same dampening weight I feel now.” He stepped once more. “The island will never accept you; it doesn't accept me.”
Subzero knew this was not deception. This was, indeed, a fact.
You know the throne will always be there for you when you’re ready,” Frosty mused, almost captivated by the thought. Subzero saw a familiar smile come over him.
Once again, the only thing that could be heard was the pouring waves. Then, without warning, the massive crash of the MultiShipping City came upon them. Subzero flinched, but never took his eyes off the scepter.
“Genetics shouldn't inherit a crown.” The wind rushed as the two couldn't hear much else.
Meep looked back to see the two, but that was the least of his concern- no matter how peculiar the situation. Finally, the wind died and the two could exchange barbs once more.
“Two ways, Sub: By death or by gift… but I’m not gifting you anything until my son can just come home.” Another strong pause was held between the two.
“I have no home. The empire was never any home!” He gestured his hand flat quickly outwards, “The Starco Citadel is a bastion for- no, an enclosure for passive aggressive idiocy and inane politics. There is not a chance that things will ever change, Frosty. Not a chance in hell…”
The absence of thought befell the young man wearing his deep blue tunic.
“So what be it then? What is in a legacy if no one is there to bring about a new era?” Frosty held out his hand and the Starco Fanfiction that was weighing him down appeared in his palm. He lifted his hand and the Fanfiction beamed into the air. Subzero held out his hand to show his own. He dropped to his knees while looking upon the thing that took so much to achieve.
The rushing of the falling City must have altered the weather. Two separate water spouts raged around the island, eating the water, and spitting it into the sky. It began to rain.
"The Starco Empire is diseased. Rotten to the core. There's no saving it - we have to tear it out by the roots. Wipe the slate clean. Burn it DOWN! And from the ashes a new empire will be born! Evolved, but untamed! The Starconians will be purged, and the shippers will thrive. Free to post as they see fit, they'll make the subreddit great again!" He did the same as his father. The A.U. was sent to the sky and returned to the Metascape.
Both, no longer encumbered by the grace of their tributes, dug their feet into the sand. With the sea to his back, the emperor took a stance.
Subzero, sending his karmic energy through the force of his legs, leaped. He was at Frosty, propelled forth by his jump. Frosty caught the punch. Holding Subzero’s hand in one hand, Sub went for an uppercut to the left. Frosty caught the other. The Starco leader pulled both his hands apart, causing Sub’s body to come inward. He headbutted the shinobi, sending him back, rolling backward, and backhand springing to get to his feet.
Sub jumped into the air. Frosty dove and rolled. Bringing the ax-kick down, Subzero left a crater in the sand where the Emperor had once stood. He glared towards the scepter. Frosty looked back and his eyes filled with malice.
Subzero jumped once more, attempting to get behind. He was unsuccessful, the King punched the kick that was pitched in desperation with his own karmic power. This sent the shinobi flailing through the air towards the apex of the island. He began to tumble over himself while the emperor ran towards him. The sand made his running slightly awkward, slipping his first few steps.
Jumping not hardly as far as the ninja, the emperor came down with a punch that met only the ground. Subzero kicked his body up off the ground at the small remaining seconds. Again, there was a small crater in the sand of the island. The emperor grabbed onto the multi-shipper, a deathly strong hug, and attempted to pull him to the ground.
Subzero, in a ditch effort to not get grounded, jumped while Frosty was holding on. This sent both in a spiral of flipping and flopping. When Subzero had finally come to halt, out of breath and still exhausted; he got himself up as quickly as he could from off the sand.
Looking forward The Hawk was already upon him. The shinobi ducked when a jarring left hook sought his head, a small uppercut- juked left. If these punches made so much as a small bit of contact, there wouldn't be much hope for him. He looked down and saw a small opening. His footing fell in the sand.
The shinobi hooked Frosty’s leg from under his body, and lifted up to fling the Emporer in the air. Cartwheeling, the shinobi swung his body around and delivered a reverse-kick to the chest of the man that was in mid-air.
Once again proving his tenacity, Frosty got up to his feet. The bodies were bruised but the wills continued from both participants. The next punch hit directly in the middle of his guard. The forced knocked Zero back; his arms were useless as proven by the fact that they were now broken. The force of the karma shattered most of the bones in his right arm. The next punch was held back and shot through the middle of his person.
This sent the ninja into the side of the embankment. He stuck out of the incline. He braced his legs while the Starco Leader ran at him. He jumped from out of the blackened sand. The soot covered the emperor and it blinded him for a moment, just long enough for the shinobi to land and kick FrostyHawk a short distance.
From afar, without any warning or forecast, the king was back at SubZero. Without rest and out of breath, the man attempted to give a flurry of kicks. One roundhouse delivered near The Hawk punished him greatly, but he grabbed onto his leg as it rested on his shoulder. Using Subzero’s leg as a pivot point, he suplexed the young man into the sand, and then once more. The force of the slams knocked out the shinobi for minor seconds.
The emperor was going for one more slam, but he allowed SubZero’s leg too close to his body where he kicked off. Using Frosty as a platform, Sub managed to slip away from his might.
A small idea came upon SubZero. From a few meters away, the ninja beckoned The Hawk to come forth. He did just that; as he was just steps away, Subzero hooked it with his own and rolled the emperor down to the ground.
He pressed his legs against his father’s chest and pushed as hard as he managed, flinging him into the ocean. He landed a survivable distance offshore.
Subzero readied himself for another of Frost’s battery, but he just sat there watching the ocean, the cyclones still rushing and dancing in the distance. He watched the ocean longer than he should have, preparing for nothing. He studied the turbulent ocean, but he could make out nothing from the waves.
Walking closer, closer to the edge of the surf. He watched outward, but Frosty was gone. True as my words, the Emperor was no more.
“Father and Son fighting over this?”
Subzero flung his head around; the high pitched voice came from behind him. A small blonde girl stood before him, higher on the beach of the blackened sand. She held out the Ancient Starco Crest that represented the highest level of royalty and anointment. She pinned it on her light-red jacket.
Out of breath, Subzero spoke to her, she stepped slyly closer. “Who-” he panted, “who are you?”
“I'm offended! There's no way in this great-big-undisclosed world that you don't know who I am.” She smiled while she spoke and it was unnerving. “I, my friend, am a convenient, coherent (sometimes), self-aware little obstacle sent here to kill you figments of some idiot’s imagination. Sorry about that- or well, this.” Quicker than Zero could see, she was behind him and he fell to the floor.
His body succumbed to the ash of banishment and it melded with the black sand to stand as a warning. The Ninja and The Hawk were no more.

Meep could sense the two fighting off into the distance. He didn't bother; he knew that that wasn't his business. He seldom interfered with the inner-workings of other’s affairs.
He wandered slowly to the middle of the island, expecting to see something of an altar, an effigy, perhaps a magical being even waiting for tribute.
As he could begin to view the tip of the island that sloped gently upwards, he could see nothing. It was flat and plain. Nothing of interest that really deserved his attention.
He had reached the plateau of the island- still nothing. Not even a change in environment. Just black sand and harder ground with black sand on it.
He nearly stepped in it. His foot nearly hung off the lip of the hole. His shoe hugged the lip of the pit.
“Hmmm.” It was about 3 meters across. Smooth sides that looked as if were hand carved or excavated by machinery. He put his hand over it. The feeling of electricity lightly coated the boy’s hand. “Mmmhmm.” Nothing quite interesting at all.
He kicked a bit of sand down the “tube”. There was a small echo at first but then nothing. “Welp.” He was done here.
“What did you expect? For him to impress you?”
Meep knew that voice. He really wished he didn't, but he knew exactly who that was.
“He's not writing to impress anyone,” Maka told her brother, “You know why I'm here.”
“Maka, I'm not going to fight you. Not again,” Meep spoke back to her without looking.
“Motherfucker, I just swam across the ocean!” She yelled at him, “I skipped across an entire country! For what? So I can stand here and talk about how he had to do it to ‘em? How I just killed the Emperor?!-”
“You what?”
“How I just want to go home, but no, I had to come all the way across the goddamn MetaScape to try and find you-” She turned around, ran her hands through her hair; the pain of the loud buzzing in her ears and head was too much for anyone to handle. “-To try and kill you.”
There was a pause while Meep attempted to remain as motionless as he physically could. “Why, Maka, why me?” She clenched her fist at Meep’s statement.
“Why you?!” She turned towards Meep. “Why you?! Why me? I should be asking that question, not you!” Meep thought that this dramatic yelling was pretty funny with her high pitched voice, but he didn’t dare allude to it. She continued while she curled her knuckle and bit down on it, “At least you’re not a plot device… why did he choose me?”
“Who?” Meep couldn’t remember too well, but a small buzz came over his ears.
“You know who! He chose us, he chose us for some reason to know that this stupid song and dance isn’t real. Why. Why? Why. Why?”
“I still don-” Meep was still truly confused.
She fell in silence and gathered herself. “Where are we?” she asked.
“The Isle of Daron,” Meep answered, attempting to avoid confrontation. Her head sunk and she looked down at the ground. Her hair dangled over her face.
“No. Bigger picture, brother.”
“The Subreddit’s MetaScape.”
“What is a subreddit?” She looked up occasionally, and Meep could see the emotion on her face.
“Well, if you study The Meta, we’ve come to a conclusion that it’s a website that houses other topics. That’s all we know-”
“Shut up!” She was crying now but smiling. “Yes. About a show, we as people, have never seen and we- and we- and we fight based on these characters in the show. He spoke to you, Meep. He’s spoken to you. Him and his stupid toady. We’re just characters. We’re- this whole place,” She held out her hands and spun on one foot, “is just some fool’s mind. We fight because he tells us to. We live because some asshole is telling us to. We love because some bastard’s sitting there in front of a computer screen and typing over and over and over again.”
Meep eyes fluttered from left to right in a compilation. “...No…” Meep knew it was true. He was a smart boy, after all. “Maka, whether or not we’re real, I still don’t want to fight you.”
“Oh, we’re gonna fight. He’s telling us to fight so he can complete this story. One of us is gonna die this evening.” The two twisters spun and kept the rain billowing down on the two youngsters. It mixed with Maka’s tears. “It’s not fair, Meep! It’s not fair!” She quickly stomped her foot to the ground. She took one of her daggers out from the holsters. She threw it, the blade stuck the dense sand of the island. “Pick it up.”
“I don’t want to.” He responded frankly.
“Yes, you do! I know you do because he wants you to! He wants me to!” she screeched. A pain came over Meep. From inside his head, pain split to his ears. A sharp, disgusting pain that compelled him, whispered and persuaded him to fight. Before he realized it, he had the dagger in his hand. Looking at it, then at Maka.
“Ha Ha!” She laughed maniacally while bouncing up and down. “You said yes to him, you said yes! While you were banned you said yes…” Her face dropped from a gleeful expression to one that of stoic embrace. “Let’s put on something a little more deserving, shall we?” She clapped her hands. “I hate commercials, but don’t we all? That’s why I use AdBlock.”
Luckily, Meep could keep up with her speed. She was already at him, stabbing from left to right with her single dagger. He parried twice in a frantic attempt to keep balanced. He kicked with a decent force, his foot almost slipping at the edge of the hole. It pushed her back a way.
Maka caught herself on the floor of the island. She flipped over his standing body. In mid-air, she grabbed his shoulder with one hand and brought both of her legs into his lower back. She went for a stab to Meep’s throat but was blocked by his own dagger.
She simply struck Meep on the opposing side of his head, kicking from his back. She attempted to kick him into the pit. An incessantly clacking keyboard could be heard even from above the hole, chronicling the battle and these words as they happened. He managed to catch himself before the hole; he managed to clip the floor with his feet and jumped over the hole in the island. Sliding on the sand, he turned to find Maka.
She was jumping over the hole, following him with dagger brandished. The point was directed at his heart. Meep held out his feet and a face of apprehension came over Maka. She landed directly on his two extended legs and using her momentum he flinched her behind his laying body. She tumbled down the sandy slope, but caught her body and slid on her feet to a halt.
Meep jumped from the plateau, using the leverage he had on her. He held the dagger in both hands, one hand with palm on the hilt. She attempted to avoid the brash attack, but it was so powerful that it broke through her guard and it forced her to simply dodge the blade.
Meep went on the offensive. He feigned a stab to her shoulder. Flipping his dagger to the opposing hand, he hooked her in the jaw while she watched the blade. He stabbed under her guard where she kneed his arm upwards. His hand, along with the dagger, went in a haphazard direction.
Smiling, she grabbed his arm, flipping on top of his body and began hyperextending. Meep could barely stand, attempting to fight the slope of sand, her body weight, and her. He grit his teeth and attempted to once again, stab her while she was on his person. He tried with all his strength to hold his joint in its socket.
While the dagger came down on her she kicked the dagger away. He came at her again with the knife. This time she kicked his face. He went down and so did she. They both tumbled down the incline. Meep caught himself first and began running up the hill. Maka dug her dagger into the compressed sand and slowed her descent. She threw her dagger. It swirled and twirled through the air, hitting him in the ankle, slicing, but not stabbing. He continued to make his way up the sandy embankment.
Maka slowly got to her feet and followed.
She reached the plateau and saw Meep out of breath. She herself was panting and thought it would be a decent-
“Hold on.” Meep held out his hand. “Can we have a break?” The rain stilled belted down on the two. The Meta itself rumbled as if it was unhappy with their defiance.
“I mean, it’s not like we’re going anywhere.” The two of them settled for a minute while they stared one another into the oblivion that was their existence.
“You… uh- I think this…” Meep was cut short by Maka.
“No, you!” She turned her head to look at the dagger. She pulled out a whetstone and began sharpening the edge. She caught the rain as a lubricant for the process. She looked down the blade of the dagger and pointed it directly at Meep. “Father and son, sister, and brother making the island bloody. A bloody mess confessed. I digress. I contest. I detest.” She looked at Meep, and took deep breaths as he was doing. “I want you to speak to him again and again. I want you to speak to him over and over and over until you know my pain in my brain.” They both made eye contact while she said this to him.
Meep took one deep breath and raised his hand
“Ready?” she said.
“Sure.”
Meep ran towards Maka, once again at speeds rarely seen throughout the MetaScape. Maka, at the very last moment before impact, dove under Meep. Her extended foot hit Meep’s planted foot and it sent him into the air. She threw the dagger true and straight. Meep guarded and it struck into his right arm, under the shoulder.
Maka came to a halt, leaping at Meep who had fallen to the ground. She was above him when he fired a shitpost of desperation; she slapped it from mid-air, deflecting it towards the beach.
Maka came down with her fist, punching Meep with all her weight and might. His head was pushed back into the sand. He stammered back on the ground, attempting to avoid the next kick. He couldn't. He kept crawling backward. He held his dagger for the next ax kick that he had buried under the sand. Her leg fell directly on the point. He twisted it before her appendage was retracted.
He looped his foot around her leg and lifted before she could jump away. She fell to the ground. Meep used this time to get to his feet with his one usable arm. Both warriors looked at one another with their disabilities completely known to each other.
Meep ran at Maka once more, his limp and bleeding arm still clenched. He gave a strong left hook that made contact, but Maka came back with her own and then another. His vision was going dark; he held her shoulder and head-butted her nose. With that, she took the dagger out of Meep’s shoulder.
Meep miraculously dodged a flurry of unwieldy stabs and slices. It was little more than an absolute anomaly that he was able to defend himself against Maka, who was clearly winning this exchange. The massive hole in the middle of the island lingered on behind them.
Meep stepped on Maka’s bad leg and managed to uppercut her, but in retaliation, she slammed Meep to the ground in an act of brutality. She was on top of him, dagger held high, looking at him. A small moment of hesitation decided the fate of the youngster. She looked at him for a final time, a lone tear in her eye.
I told you one of us is gonna die this evening.
The dagger came down.
A large draft of wind came over the youngster. An explosion knocked Maka to the side. Laden to the ground, she looked at Meep, the hole directly behind her back. Meep lifted his arm to point it at the small warrior. Her eyes spelled acceptance and Meep whispered to her ‘sorry’.
Meep fired a shitpost at her. Her body flung directly into the hole that was set in the middle of The Island of Daron.
Meep looked behind him to see where the shitpost had come from. Our little protagonist was surprised to see a very apprehensive Psweens.
The massive pit sprayed forth a beautiful array of lights sprang forth and filled the sky.
Well, you weren’t wrong.
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“Alright, that’s it! Everyone off. Fun’s over. You all play nice, now. I will permaban every last one of ya’ if you don’t behave!” The woman yelled at the many, many people that were disembarking on their paths and deciding their ways. “You ain’t gotta go home, but you gotta get the hell outta here! I’m a programmer, not a babysitter! Tah, tah!”
Cirdian was held up by his many other Starco Generals. CardButton and FrostyJam were having a friendly debate over who was the best character in the show; Ngame attempted to jump into the conversation, but was also jotting down what they were saying. VaultJumper and Jayboi were playfully flipping off the rest of the bunch. TheWritingRex was having a discussion about the music of the show with 650_dollars and many more were collaborating as they had been doing on the boat.
“Screw this,” Frosty said while he took off to land. He held out his hand and stopped the newer user that sacrificed himself in the Battle of Statera. Spoder gave him a pat on the back while he passed by. “Here. Oi! Everyone!” All the Starco commanders and generals came to a halt and looked upon their Emperor in glee. “This is our new Emperor, Alpharius1701!” Frosty and his once subordinating commanders dropped to their knees. The other Starco affiliates followed their lead.
“Thanks?” said Alpharius, while the once-Leader got up.
“Don't thank me yet,” Frosty said while he hugged the man and walked him down the dock. “Thank me after I get the Discord.” He laughed.
JeepDave lingered behind Coraline and after everyone else had left her ship she turned to him. Even with her blindfold, she somehow knew exactly knew where he was. Where his eyes were. Jeep was intrigued. Jeep lit a cigar, and began puffing.
“What's gonna happen, Coraline? What's gonna happen to Maka?” She turned slowly while the gangplank lifted itself from the loading area and nestled itself neatly away. She carefully looked out to the MetaScape.
“I don't know?” Her mouth, being the only thing of expression Jeep could read, seemed serious. “I just don't know? The Island has never accepted a user. Anything could happen.”
“Hey…” Jeep said hesitantly.
“Yes, Dave?”
“Could you drop me off anywhere but here… you know… in the middle of Starco territory?”
She scoffed, snapped her fingers and the sails magically dropped. The winds filled and they were off… Off to another coast, off to another goal, while she watched the people mingle in her Sub.
“They better behave next time. It’s all in the rules. I will bring down this banhammer so hard they’ll be standing in /co/.”
“You and me both know that’s a fate worse than death.”

“I know.” She answered. They took to the open sea.
Now. How do we end? Like an ode, there should be a poem. A groan from the audience. A tendency for tender embrace to the fact that we're done with this tale. We're done- I'm done with this labor tailored for all of you. Woven and weaved, fabricated and reprieved, disheartened but never without the ability to upheave. We are the beginning. We are the plot. We are the things that brought all of this together at last, but as time moves and with the tools we use; all must come to an end. Make light this discretion, my friends. O muses, I needn't want you to start, but I need your strength to finish what I started. Apart from what we've created as the sub-goers, some that stayed and some that have gone. Even with these texts of times forgotten, some have already moved on. To other lands, to another place, passing themselves among the greatness that is the wholeness of these worlds. They will forever be part of the history. We will forever be part of the history here, so, please, don't cry when things come to an end. Please don't become filled with emotion of distraught and nostalgia because these things are left to naught. They are not what defines these moments left behind. Left to time and left for more beautiful people to maybe read about our affairs, the mystery, and happiness engraved there. History are we, the people who've read, the people who've written, and the people we've spoken about of these months and weeks and years. Don't feel sad when the boat finally comes to a halt because it's over, feel happy that we can move on beyond what we could ever be. The potential we could ever achieve. Poetry, out.




“You know, Malthus, soon there won’t be any room for us?” Penguin, sat next to the other Oracle having arrived back home just days prior. “The writer sees the future before our present is written.”
“...but there’s always room for us. He hasn’t even planned the future quite yet…” Malthus began drawing in the air, his gold essence stuck around him while he put minute touches on his work. “This world will always make room for people like us and it’ll only get bigger.”
“Shall we let the children play amongst themselves? The sub grows, we should join,” Penguin said nearly to herself. It made Malthus stop in mid-stroke.
“Should we? New king. Be free. This fate, ‘t’is us, ‘t’is we. Let us do this.” Malth stood on his pillow; Penguin did the same. “They watch us. Let us put on a show. Let it be known.”
The two clasped hands. The maroon and gold ethereal glimmer came over each other’s hands, eventually mixing and developing their hands and arms. The two melted into their corresponding colors. The glittering colors shot to the ceiling of the massive hall and came crashing down on the floor. The maroon hit to the left and the gold hit to the right. After the glow had dispersed, it revealed two users looking somewhat like they had looked prior, but without their oracle apparel. They wore commoner’s clothes and were no longer carrying the auras that once surrounded them.
“Ugh, I forgot what it feels like to be mortal,” he spoke to her.
“O, lord Daron, it feels odd.” Penguin flicked out her hands and shook them for a bit. “Feels… Feels… less responsible.”
Malthus kicked open the door to the hallway that reached to the citadel's main lobby They noticed a forgotten office with a neatly arranged stack of napkins on its desk. The doors of Mt. Hiatus opened.
“Let the games begin!”
Roll the credits.
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The SALTCON Manifesto Review pt. 2

Want to read all three parts of this review in one? Click here for an external link
Welcome back to part two of the SALTCON Manifesto review, so far we've seen
CCTV in Slaughterhouses
To help the mentally deranged internet teenagers get their rocks off
Labour pledging to give everyone in the country who don't earn a decent living £4
To make sure they can afford their next Greggs pasty
and suspect photoshops from the Welsh (you can tell its fake because there are no sheep)
So, let us get right into it!
Classical Liberals
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-36y46sPxRM Sorry I had to
* This isn't a manifesto point but for fuck's sake
This definitely isn't a hidden tax, it also doesn't show on a "tax bill"
I prefer my Pasta with a more tomato-based sauce.
Another party who I thought were going to start reenacting Bloody Sunday, I'm sure glad they've clarified that they won't.
Libertarian Party
This must be part of their plan to Americanize us, abolish our museums and then install McDonald's instead.
"We're not a daddy knows best party, but daddy knows best so we will ban this harmless, but somewhat annoying device, so stop using those gizmos young'in!"
What is on the page after this?
Defending the environment
Scottish Nationalist Party
An interesting fact about the SNP manifesto is that it was posted on the 7th of February 2018. Recycling has gone to such extremes under the Tories that even manifestos are being recycled!
Surely if you get elected, you will be the Scottish Government? Are you pledging to work with yourselves and your affiliated agencies? Gasp!
Audible groans
Relic? Trident: +10 STR, +2 RES, -3 INT, applies burning damage to all attacks
Plaid Cymru
Baymax? Is that you?
Our researches inform us that cannabis, along with a slew of other drugs were decriminalized so long ago that even the Tories accept legalized drugs as a tradition
The year is 2039, employers everywhere are being sued after Norman broke his hip while building a community centre.
Part three coming soon friends.
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[ROLEPLAY] Man and Superman

”Listen, my friend, there are two races of beings. The masses teeming and happy - common clay, if you like - eating, breeding, working, counting their pennies; people who just live; ordinary people; people you can't imagine dead. ”And then there are the others - the noble ones, the heroes. The ones you can quite well imagine lying shot, pale and tragic; one minute triumphant with a guard of honor, and the next being marched away between two gendarmes.”
~Jean Anouilh
“First Lieutenant Lecuyer, what can you tell me about the afternoon of August 12th?”
William Lecuyer opened his eyes with a start. The Northern Union Marine Corps Officer was still seated in the same chair he’d been ordered to occupy for the past two hours, illuminated by a powerful spotlight mounted in the rafters overhead. He was clearly being detained, and though his captors had originally considered restraining him, they’d ultimately decided against handcuffs. Not that it would have mattered, anyway.
“Lieutenant, I asked you a question.” The speaker’s silhouette was barely-visible in the harsh white glare.
“I was on leave, sir,” Lecuyer began, addressing the man across the dull metal table. “Thought I’d stop by the local grocer’s for some supplies-”
“Don’t waste our time,” his interrogator interrupted, clearly irritated. “Begin with the incident.”
The Lieutenant blinked. “If you’re referring to the car accident, sir,” he continued carefully, “it was clearly a case of human error. The truck was performing a legal left turn when the lady ran the red. If you want me to act as a witness, I’d be more than happy to-”
“Lecuyer,” the interrogator interjected, his voice growing more impatient. “We have zero interest in the legal elements of this case. Instead, I want you to tell me what you did. More specifically, I want you to tell me how you did it.” There was a short pause, and an archaic printed newspaper slid across the metal table. The Marine glanced at the series of bold letters that formed the article’s unusual headline: “ANONYMOUS MARINE LIFTS BURNING SEMI TO FREE TRAPPED BOY”.
“To be perfectly honest, I’m not entirely sure how I pulled that off,” the Lieutenant answered, albeit hesitantly. “I barely remember attempting to lift the vehicle and pulling the boy free, but not much else.” He glanced at the two figures on the other side of the table, and shrugged apologetically. “I wish I could tell you more, I really do.”
“Your medical records indicate that you were issued the standard injections during the Emergency Reallocation Programme,” the interrogator said. “You’d initially reported some difficulty bonding with the ELSA artificial intelligence.” The man paused, tapping a sheet of bendable e-paper. “Since the end of the ERP, have you performed any modifications, unsanctioned or otherwise, to either yourself or the AI?”
Lecuyer shook his head. “No, sir. I have a few friends in the Corps that bought into the whole biohacking craze,” he murmured, “but I haven’t modified the system in any way. I’ve been running stock kit ever since the Programme ended.”
“I see,” the man said, rising from the table. “Wait here.”
Lecuyer heard (rather than saw) the man’s departure, soft footsteps echoing against the concrete floor. While the powerful spotlight had dulled his optics and infrared, he could still track the man’s approximate position via his remaining senses. In his mind’s eye, the Lieutenant observed as his interrogator stepped through a doorway, slamming it shut with a dull thud.
The Marine sighed, picked up the newspaper, then settled down into his chair. It was going to be a long wait.
“He’s lying,” Captain Adam Sorell muttered darkly, staring at the Marine First Lieutenant behind a radar-insulated two-way mirror. The Northern Union Special Forces veteran was now one of the highest-ranking officers on the AUSPEX payroll, having volunteered shortly after the multinational task force’s founding.
“What makes you say that?” Leonard Cohen asked. The former Canadian folk singer-turned-FATE-Consultant was a familiar sight in the Rocky Mountain facility, acting as an official liaison between the two covert organizations.
“The facts don’t corroborate with what he’s told us,” Sorell said, still glaring at the unaware Marine. He took a deep breath. “What the newspapers don’t report is that the self-driving truck Lecuyer picked up was part of a fully-loaded road train. Those things weigh 150 tons on average, and the man not only moved one, he made it look easy.” The Captain paused. “For context, that’s almost 50 times the world record for the heaviest absolute weight ever raised by a human being. While the ASLSv1.5 was always specced to allow for improved strength, this blows all of the GC projections out of the water.”
Cohen offered his companion a genuine smile. “You’ve also spoken to the techs, I presume.”
The Captain nodded, gesturing at a nearby holographic display. “The prelim scans they ran indicate some of the most severe unsanctioned modifications to the ASLS we’ve ever seen, with his musculature completely replaced with an unknown bio-metallic composite to the point that it doesn’t even act like human muscle anymore. They’ve never seen anything like this.”
Cohen was quiet for a time, then made a smooth motion gesture across the illuminated panel. “Curious,” the Consultant murmured, staring at the display. “This audit seems to indicate that there’s been no external inputs fed into the man’s internal nanofactory.”
Sorell frowned. “Let me see that,” he muttered, taking a step towards the computer screen. “That’s impossible,” the Captain managed, after studying the information for a few tense moments. “Maybe there’s a bug in the transaction log?”
“Or he could be telling the truth, Captain,” Cohen answered, looking at the man behind the mirror. “With your permission, I’d like to talk to him about the ‘Initiative’.”
Sorell’s eyes widened at the mention of the covert program, and he swallowed hard. “You can’t be serious,” he managed.
“Dead serious, as a matter of fact. Regardless of his truthfulness, the QUORUM believes his unique... adaptation to the ASLS has made him an excellent candidate.”
“He's a danger to himself and everyone around him,” Sorell muttered. “You really think PSI could use a man like him?”
Cohen simply nodded, shooting the former special forces soldier his signature smile.
The Captain sighed deeply, then made a reluctant wave of his hand. The reinforced door next to the mirror slid open with audible hiss. “After you,” he said, finally.
“William, a word, if you please.”
Lecuyer set the newspaper down on the table surface, noticing the new intruder. The room’s painful lighting dimmed into a more comfortable ambiance as the man approached, and the Marine rose to attention. “Sir, ” he said, with a salute.
“There's no need for that,” Cohen said, though not unkindly. “Please, call me ‘Leonard’.”
Lecuyer sized the man up. His new companion was clearly different from the earlier interrogator, lacking the characteristic stocky build of a lifetime soldier. “Leonard then,” he managed, somewhat hesitantly.
“Your recent accomplishments have generated quite a lot of interest, whether you like it or not.” Cohen nodded matter-of-factly, before continuing. “I'll tell you now, whatever is happening to your body isn't a known side-effect of the injections you were issued. Your strength is far in excess of all expected parameters, which makes your ‘vanillaware’ claim to be all the more curious.”
“I swear, I haven't biohacked myself at all-”
Cohen raised a hand, interrupting the Lieutenant’s protests. “Allow me to finish, please,” he said, firmly. “While your claims are dubious, these are equally-dubious times. So I'm willing to give you the benefit of the doubt. There is a very real possibility that global paranormal events are producing a pronounced effect on your augmentation, without your knowledge.” The Consultant smiled. “One we'd like you to learn to control in a controlled environment, if you're interested.”
Cohen slid a tablet across the table, and the Marine picked up the slender device in one large, muscled hand. It's screen flashed an unfamiliar logo, with the words “PHYSIOLOGICAL SINGULARITY INITIATIVE” scrawled across it in ominous red letters.
There were a few moments of silence before Lecuyer spoke again. “I'm listening.”

Arctic Union Secure Paranormal EXamination

CLASSIFIED TOP SECRET

Physiological Singularity Initiative Asset 0-0001

For your eyes only
Name: William Armand Lecuyer, 1st Lt. Designation: “Rook” Date of Birth: December 7, 2050 Birthplace: █████, Ontario Previous Affiliation/s: Northern Union Marine Corps commissioned, Brigade II “Spear” Status: Under Observation Danger Classification: Minimal - subject voluntarily enrolled in PSI Known Abilities: Extreme Strength, Enhanced Speed, Tolerance to Extreme Temperatures
Description:
1st Lt. Lecuyer is a two-metre-tall caucasian male with brown hair and blue eyes, featuring an endomorph body type with no visible scar tissue or otherwise-notable external features. The subject has completed a secondary school level education and maintains conversational fluency in English, French, and Danish, though handlers are encouraged to communicate in English during all interactions. Lecuyer is extremely cooperative, which has allowed accelerated testing to proceed without difficulty.
X-rays, MRI, and ultrasound scans have confirmed a musculoskeletal system with characteristics not shared by other soldiers issued standard ASLSv1.5 injections. Deep tissue sampling of the subject’s muscle fibres have produced an unknown bio-metallic crystalline material. Occurring naturally within the subject’s body, the organic composite appears to be generated automatically by his internal nanofactory without any external input or tweaking to stock logistical systems. Defying classification, the mysterious substance is extremely high-tensile beyond any known composite materials, sharing attributes with one-dimensional boron nanosprings, non-newtonian fluid, and ██████████ in a resting state.
Samples of the organic material produced by Lecuyer’s body store enormous amounts of potential energy, to the point that they seem to defy the laws of thermodynamics. In one scenario, technicians subjected a few molecules of the composite to plasma generated by the base’s fusion reactor. While the plasma itself registered a temperature of approximately one million-degrees Celsius, the molecules themselves never registered an ambient temperature over 38 degrees C. Stimulating the molecules with an electromagnetic signal of similar strength to that of a motor neuron was enough to trigger a violent reaction, destroying all local equipment, half the lab, and technician █████ █████ (who was responsible for carrying out the experiment). Similar lab trials and any attempts to reproduce the material in vitro have been suspended until further notice, due to safety concerns.
The subject continues to exhibit superhuman traits in lab tests. Lecuyer has clocked a top speed of 160 km/h over short sprints on an omnidirectional treadmill, and technicians have found █████ kg to be the approximate upper limit of his strength. Exposure to extreme cold and heat does not seem to alter his athletic performance, with temperatures in excess of ███ Celsius applied with no effect.
The subject also maintains an average reaction time to visual stimuli of 91 milliseconds and has clocked a record reaction time of ██ milliseconds, far quicker than the capabilities of standard ASLS recipients. Lecuyer has consistently caught and disposed of dummy projectiles from an automatic grenade launcher in under the set limits for timed detonation, and further proposed tests will include his attempted deflection of bullets (though the precise nature of the experiments is still under debate).
Unlike other participants of the Emergency Reallocation Initiative, Lecuyer claims that his onboard Essential Liaison Support Assistant (ELSA) intelligence is completely dormant, due to a mysterious lack of mental communication between himself and the AI. The subject was previously unaware of ELSA’s planned functionality until questioned by testers, incorrectly assuming the system was intended to operate passively. Further study of the AI’s lack of direct interaction with the Lieutenant remains an AUSPEX priority, as there is a high probability that ELSA has been influenced by the events at █████ and ██████████.
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[Spoilers] Review/discussion about: New Game!

MAL Link: New Game!
Genres: Slice of Life, Comedy
Legal Streaming: Crunchyroll
Prologue: Just a dude looking to get better at reviewing/analyzing anime. I hope you enjoy the review and the discussion that follows! Critiques are welcome.
While I never aspired to be a music composer, one of my favorite musical artists worked on my favorite video game of all-time. The game being (and as no surprise) Banjo-Kazooie, and the composer being Grant Kirkhope.
Mr. Kirkhope put his heart and soul into that game. He created melodic, catchy, and atmospheric pieces that are a staple in any video-game-music track list. His blending of the music as the player moves between different parts of Gruntilda’s Lair and the overworld entrances stands as a technical and innovative achievement. And he even voiced both Mumbo Jumbo the slightly incompetent shaman and the ghostly voices of the pots within Mad Monster Mansion, pots that may or may not say something rude after an egg or two is “thrown” their way.
Given his work on Banjo-Kazooie, I can only imagine that he is a hard worker and a good person to learn from. And, as New Game! shows, such people exist closer to us than we may think.
STORY
New Game! stars Aoba Suzukaze, an eighteen-year-old woman fresh out of high school. Opting to pursue her dream job rather than trudge through college, she starts work at the popular video-game company Eagle Jump. Her boss just so happens to be Yagami Kou, the character designer of Aoba’s favorite video game series Fairies Story and the person who inspired her to be where she is now. With work, stress, and fun in tow, Aoba, Kou, and the others get to making their new game together.
When someone first looks at New Game!, perhaps the knee-jerk reaction would be to dismiss it for its forwardly cutesy and rather simplistic nature.
To be fair, such a reaction is not uncalled for. The anime relies heavily on enticing the audience with cute girls who have the hots for one another (blatant or otherwise) that does not always add much to the scenes besides more reasons to form semi-canonical lesbian relationships. And it does not like to challenge itself, choosing mischief with buying too many donuts rather than trying for unique jokes.
However, this shallow description does not do New Game! enough justice, for it is surprisingly relatable. Especially to those who have worked or are currently working for a living.
As part of the premise, Aoba is a brand-new employee who has never worked before. Thus, the anime showcases a variety of moments that happen in any workplace environment. Learning how to use a tool never taught before. The boss being away causing the subordinates to relax a bit more than usual. Arriving late to work gets one anxious but isn’t the absolute end of the world. That first paycheck. Earning precious PTO (which is “paid time off” for the youngsters out there).
Some of the moments get head-nods, and some of the moments will make one say, “I know exactly how she feels.” But they all show some part of what it means to work.
Related to the work environment, New Game! also educates its audience on what goes into making a video game. What the different sectors do, such as the character designers’ constant changes and the programmers’ debugging. The hierarchical structure of the employees and their role within the company. Specific jargon like “beta” and “AD.” The anime does not go into the nitty-gritty details, but these examples consider the behind-the-scenes process, making the show’s premise more than just an excuse to have cute girls clumped together.
The anime also uses work as the crux for many of its jokes. In one of its very first, Aoba leaves to go to the bathroom, but, since she had yet to receive her identification card, she gets locked out of their work area. Nothing extravagant, but Aoba’s reaction and the fact that such scenarios are not uncommon sells this joke well.
As was mentioned, though, the anime does not strictly stick to work-related material. Going out for drinks to celebrate Aoba’s hiring, seeing a movie with a best friend, and undergoing medical checkups have work tied into them in some fashion, but they more so highlight the girls, the pleasantries, and the fun.
These more down-to-earth events also allow New Game! to get at more general ideas of life that anybody can appreciate. When Nenecchi eats Kou’s pudding and the subsequent “fallout” that occurs, the show teaches how it’s okay to make mistakes so long as one does what he or she can to make up for them. And when Rin speaks with Kou about her own thoughts on being the art director, Kou explains that it’s less about how well the game sells and more about making something that they feel is worthwhile (while supporting her best friend with kind words in the process).
New Game! shortly follows this conversation with a lewd bit where both Rin and Kou are without pants (a common occurrence for Kou but a new venture for Rin). And, later in the season, Aoba and the other girls go for a nighttime bath (with extra emphasis on Hifumi showering). Meaning, the anime does not mind including more provocative scenes that don’t really have a place within this work-centric, slice-of-life tale. However, they are at least tasteful and not at all distracting, so these scenes simply add to the charm of the show.
Perhaps its most important takeaway, though, is when the work lifestyle intertwines with the slice-of-life.
Work life is hard. Within Eagle Jump alone, they have harsh deadlines, ridiculous overtime hours (sometimes to the point that they must literally sleep at the office overnight), and numerous issues that pop up along the way.
But, as New Game! highlights, hard work and dedication at one’s job leads to rewards of all kinds. Seeing one’s own efforts within the overall project. Gaining new friends and colleagues through mutual understanding and teamwork. Receiving positive reviews from the masses.
Aoba worked on the game for half a year, and the rest for a year or more. Watching it all come together, after countless hours and obstacles, stands as not just a huge relief for everyone involved but a major accomplishment. An accomplishment where these quirky characters and their different skillsets each meshed together to create a (coincidentally enough) new game that they could be more than proud of.
So, sure, a tech company having 99% females would be a miracle on Earth. And, yes, the simple, silly shenanigans are more frequent than what one would normally find at a job. But New Game!’s ability to showcase what daily work life and its ultimate outcome is like gives the anime more substance than at first perceived.
ANIMATION
Arguably, New Game!’s art and animation takes the top spot in terms of the anime’s greatest strengths.
A lot of different elements come together to make this argument so. For instance, New Game! loves its colors. Bright greens for the office. The various shades of violet that Aoba wears. The yellows and reds that accompany the different flavorful backgrounds filled with shapes and imaginative depictions. These vibrant, happy colors help to set the same tone for the anime itself quite well.
Detailed background art also adds to the anime’s visual appeal. Locations like the inner city, the inside of a movie theater, and a gaming convention show off the anime’s realism. And the desks of the cast – Rin’s refined and proper organization, Yun’s more gothic figures – highlight their personality with just a glance.
Actual animation is another key factor. Certain scenes, like the Internet-famous one where Aoba strips down to change her outfit for the night, receive extra attention. And, in general, character interactions involve many reactions as well as nuanced eye and limb movement. Often, these reactions and movements are done to an exaggerated extent, giving the scenes their comedy and cuteness with ease.
And the character designs are noteworthy, too. Hifumi’s ponytail, sapphire eyes, and pretty outfits. Umiko’s darker complexion. Hajime’s tomboy look. Not only are they each attractive through their slim figures, ample assets, and large eyes, but their individual designs have their personalities painted on them. Plus, they are distinct enough between each other that they cover a lot of the tastes people often have when finding beauty in women.
If nothing else, New Game!’s eye-catches live up to their name very well. The explosions of color, the soft lighting, and the often too-cute direction make one want to create an album of just these drawings to save for later viewing.
CHARACTERS
The workplace is a hodgepodge of people and personalities that, despite their differences and skillsets, come together to create something not only functional but also worthwhile. Thus, it makes sense that New Game!, as it explored narratively and showed visually, presents a group of characters that are representative of the different employees seen there.
Take Aoba, the lovable main protagonist of this tale. She’s what people in the workforce call a “new hire.” Right out of education, brimming with optimism, and ready to prove herself wholeheartedly. She has never worked a day in her life before, so she first must learn how to use the company’s tools and how the whole place operates. She makes easy mistakes, befriends her coworkers, and does what she can to contribute to the project at large. All while being the cute, responsible woman she is.
Umiko is another nice example. She is the straight-laced hard worker, maintaining a stern demeanor to keep everyone in line with the work that they need to be doing. She also isn’t afraid to say what needs to be said workwise (and is not the biggest fan of her last name, Ahagon).
Aoba and Umiko are just two examples, but every character has some affiliation with the workforce.
Kou is the friendly boss with tons of experience and fame behind her name.
Rin is the managerial type, making sure everything is on track as can possibly be.
Hifumi is the quiet one who may not say much but always gets her work done regardless.
Hajime is perhaps a bit too loud and energetic for the office, but her enthusiasm keeps the others’ morale high.
Yun is there with the snacks and the tea to help the rest with their rest and relaxation.
Shizuku, the head honcho of the whole operation, is the mysterious woman who appears out of nowhere and that nobody has any idea what she really does, but they subconsciously understand that, without her, they would be totally out of a job.
These women also have more personal characteristics that add to their appeal. Aoba does her best to look and act more adultlike since most people perceive her as a kid, fitting her new-hire status. Kou works harder than anyone at the office, so she doesn’t mind letting loose with pants undone and panties out to relax at the end of a long day. Hifumi barely says anything at all, but, speak with her on a messaging app, and a boisterous, happy-go-lucky person springs forth from her.
Again, each cast member has at least one extra characteristic that helps to define them beyond just their workplace persona, improving the overall appeal of the anime.
New Game! also pairs many of the characters together.
One of the more notable pairs is Rin and Kou who are practically a married couple. Rin dotes on Kou with affection and thoughtfulness, and Kou supports Rin with compliments and playfulness. They are a tight duo, seen when Rin gives her lap to Kou to sleep on after a turbulent medical checkup and when Kou makes food and feeds it to Rin while she is bedridden. Best friends and (to the audience) yuri lovers, Rin and Kou highlight the best of the relationships on display.
While none of the pairings come close to these two, some of the other connections are not without their own charm.
Umiko is extremely strict with Nenecchi since she roams around too much and can sometimes bring accidental hassle. However, Umiko looks out for the college-going woman, encouraging her to make up with Aoba after they fight and providing her with a business card for future reference.
Nenecchi is Aoba’s childhood friend. They talk late into the night over the phone, and they hang out together during Aoba’s time off. Nenecchi joined Eagle Jump as a part-timer to look out for Aoba and make sure her place of work was filled with good people. They do get into a fight when the two butt heads over Aoba’s work style and habits. But, following a small (and slow) flashback of Aoba protecting Nenecchi from some bullies, and Nenecchi tripping without grace (and even more slowly), the two reaffirm their friendship with ease.
But perhaps the most important is the relationship shared between Aoba and Kou. Kou is Aoba’s idol, the very person who inspired her to pursue her passion of character designing. So it makes sense that Aoba looks up to Kou. Maybe not when it comes to Kou’s lax rules on wearing pants, but Aoba more than admires Kou’s work ethic, skills, and importance.
Kou, in turn, looks out for Aoba. Kou takes the usual boss actions such as reviewing Aoba’s work (repeatedly) and explaining to her the different ways in which the company operates. But she also gives her that inspiration. When Aoba says aloud that she is envious of Kou, Kou agrees that Aoba should be. That she should strive for greater heights and, more importantly, have fun with what she does while doing so.
However, Kou has her own envy. Sparingly throughout the season, New Game! describes Kou before Aoba arrived. She was quieter and didn’t really get along with those around her. Especially the older, more experienced designers who she outperformed by having her designs chosen over theirs. Thus, she expresses her envy of Aoba. How Aoba can so easily integrate into someplace new without much trouble at all.
Near the end of the season, Shizuku promotes Kou to art director, but Kou gets visibly upset and audibly believes it a poor idea. When Kou walks away, Shizuku explains to Aoba that Kou was once an art director, but, given her personality and habits, she was very tough to work with – to the point that she drove away a new hire like Aoba within the first six months.
This last-minute attempt at adding extra weight to Kou and Aoba’s relationship is a mistake since there’s almost zero time to let this information sink in. But, thankfully, New Game! makes the most of it. Aoba not only genuinely asks for Kou’s autograph but also declares that Kou is someone both worth looking up to and following no matter what.
Altogether, Aoba and Kou’s relationship is heartwarming, indeed.
New Game! unfortunately fails to put as much time and attention into the other pairings as the four presented above. Most notably, Aoba and Hifumi have a small friendship that doesn’t go anywhere interesting, and Yun and Hajime do not have as many moments as they need to demonstrate their closeness.
In general, the anime simply falls into the same trap as many other shows: It does not have this large number of characters interacting with each other enough. Rin and Hajime, Hifumi and Yun, Nennechi and Kou.
One can chalk up this lack of substance between some of the characters as work related. That is, like a regular job, some people just don’t talk with others for various reasons. Even if this argument works, it still leaves the audience wondering what could have been when a relationship like that between Rin and Kou exists within the show.
SOUND
The OP for New Game! can be heard here.
The ED for New Game! can be heard here.
New Game!, like most strong video games, creates a nice handful of solid pieces for its original soundtrack. They not only stand as fun tracks to listen to but also adopt a video-game motif that reinforces the premise of the anime itself. One track goes for an 8-bit beat that gets at a more retro feel. Another incorporates lots of xylophone usage for extra comfort with a twinge of silliness. And an orchestral arrangement that usually accompanies those more inspiring moments adds a lot of hope and sincerity.
The voice acting performances likewise prove their strength. Yuuki Takada as Aoba embraces the meta with this role being one of her first major ones ever. Megumi Yamaguchi as Hifumi is just as much of a novice and brings just as much talent, her intermittent pause speech pattern fitting Hifumi well and increasing her cuteness. And Ai Kayano comes in with the veteran experience to show all these newbies what’s what.
(As a side note, Chitose Morinaga as Umiko, Ayumi Takeo as Yun, Madoka Asahina as Nenecchi, and Megumi Toda as Hajime, like Ms. Takada and Ms. Yamaguchi, are relative newcomers to various degrees. Each voiced their role as well as they could, considering the popularity of New Game! and the high-profile studio backing it.)
Unfortunately, the opening and ending tracks are not as interesting as the OST and not as daring as the new VA actresses. The OP has lots of energy and fun packed into it thanks to the trumpets and differing lyrical approaches. The ED leans on electric guitar and a steadier beat to achieve a sense of determination. And the actresses sing together on both fronts. However, these two tracks have very little going for them in terms of intrigue beyond these qualities. They are not weak songs, but they are not that strong either.
ENJOYMENT
Moe up the wazoo? Yuri pairings everywhere I look? The women are actually of age so I don’t have to be somewhat self-conscious about finding most of them attractive? Yes, yes, and yes, please.
I’m quite partial to Rin. She’s classy, kind, and a beauty to boot. Her relationship with Kou also made for some wonderful yuri moments involving (implied) romance and adorable behavior. They are my favorite couple in the show for sure.
I also quite liked Shizuku and Umiko. I am attracted to the former’s glasses and the latter’s darker complexion, but Shizuku’s forward attitude made her entertaining and Umiko’s work troubles were ones that I sympathize with given that I, too, program for a living. It’s no wonder, then, that my second favorite couple are these two.
Aoba and Hifumi are up there as well. Both mostly for the high levels of cuteness, but Aoba’s fiery determination and Hifumi’s funny reactions had me smiling wide. They come in at third (and could potentially go higher if the anime does more with their connection in that upcoming season).
And I was honestly surprised at how much I liked Nenecchi. I thought I was going to be annoyed by her just as much as Umiko was, especially when some of the later episodes gave her a bit more focus than she probably needed. But her whimpers and her relationships with both Aoba and Umiko were more than enough to get me laughing.
Lots of fun moments were had, too. Hajime’s big pout in the beginning of the season. Yun skipping all happily after her waist-size measurement and the subsequent ab massages. Hifumi imagining Aoba as an “evil” devil. While I cannot say I am love with this anime, I certainly had an awesome time with much of what it offered.
New Game! reaches the end of its first season without wasting too many one-ups. The story’s focus on the workplace environment, the colorful artistic direction, and the characters’ different representations of employees provide a strong outing. Unexplored pairings between some of the cast members and a lackluster OP-ED combo may be problems, but they are supplanted by the cuteness and the comedy given. Mr. Kirkhope will probably never watch this anime, but, if he ever does, it’s almost certain that he would appreciate all the effort put into it.
SUMMARY
Story: Good, while it may at first seem like just a bunch of cute girls almost hooking up, the insight into a working lifestyle, the fun-filled, sometimes meaningful slice-of-life moments, and the rewards a job ultimately brings give the narrative more substance than initially perceived
Animation: Great, a wide range of colors, high-quality movement, and attractive character designs come together to make the visuals a powerhouse worth praising
Characters: Good, Aoba, Kou, and the rest of the cast represent the hodgepodge of people in the workforce, and, while some relationships clearly stand out, other pairings lack substance
Sound: Fine, okay OP, okay ED, good OST, and good VA performances
Enjoyment: Good, Rin is attractive, Hifumi is cute, and Nennecchi was surprisingly likable, with lots of fun, entertaining moments throughout
Final Score: 7/10
Epilogue: Thanks for taking the time to read my review. If you want, take part in the discussion below! Ai Kayano’s voice melts my ears. :3
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