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World Revolution (campaign idea)

Here’s one for you DM’s that want a political focused campaign
The players are in a world where the populace is slowing turn against the old establishment. The populace wish for a new form to govern there government. A government which is so radially different from the current form that the regular governments of the world wish to stop there revolution from happening. The players goal in the campaign is to help either the old establishment or the revolution.
World Government type (since the type is very important for the mood of the campaign)

-Monarchy: The Majority of the World is ruled by feudal kings & queens as they seek power for themselves

-Theocracy: The Majority of the World is ruled by Priest & priestess who rule in the name of there god (though that could just be a front)

-Holy State: The Majority of the World is ruled by Gods, lesser & greater, as they wish to expand there membership to more people.

-Dictatorship: The Majority of the World is ruled by Tyrants, most tyrannical in rule to make sure that they keep power.

Necrocracy: The Majority of the World is ruled by the powerful Undead or the People who control the Undead

Demonocracy: The Majority of the World is ruled by Demons & devils, who wish to keep hell on earth

Democracy: The Majority of the World is ruled by democratic nations, where the people chose there leaders (though those leader may be corrupt & rigging it all behind the show)

Plutocracy: The Majority of the World is ruled by the rich, they desire more wealth for there endless greed

Merchant Republic: The Majority of the World is ruled by merchant princes, all competing for the head of state & for wealth

Monocultural state: The Majority of the World is ruled by One Race, Who empower themselves & disempower everyone else
Revolution types (since the type of revolution will be very important for the campaign) 

Democratic reformers: We Wish For Democracy to rise, the voice of the people must be heard

Communist-Authoritarians reforms (Stalinists): The People must rise to topple the elitist  regime & bring a new strong government, ruled by the party

Communist-Democratic (Trotskyists): The People must rise to topple the elitist regime & bring a democracy which is inherent to the ideas of the revolution

Fascist reformers: My People Must unify into one force, to rule all & reign supreme

Religious reformers: God Must Be held amongst all else, & the state won’t allow it, so the state must fall for our gods.

Reformists: We Wish To see the state reformed, & brought out of the Corruption that has plagued it

Multicultural reformers: The Current regime is rule by one race & we cannot allow that to stand, we cannot let the majority us neil before there heel

Cult of personality: Our Leader is Destined to rule all & we must enable them because the state won’t

Anti-God reformers: The God’s Have Ruled the world long enough, it’s time for the people to rule themselves 

Here’s just a list of things I think I’d like to see in the Loki TV series (assuming it’s set in the past) in a completely random order:

  • Chaotic Thor and Loki shenanigans
  • Odin and Frigga trying to tolerate their two asshole sons
  • Loki visiting England ???
  • Heimdal. Because I love him. Just squeeze him in there pls.
  • Examples of Thor getting the spotlight and Loki being pushed aside slightly
  • S n a k e   P r a n k s
  • S t a b b y  P r a n k s
  • Vague mention of Hela? Odin being all like ‘lmao whomst
  • Blessed Loki and Frigga moments
  • Thor and Loki hugging because Taika cheated us :)
  • Loki packing all of his belongings into a Asgardian Chanel bag and yeeting himself to Earth when he wants to get away for a bit

The sound of something slamming has you flinching as you sit there silently, waiting. Hearing a fainter more distant slamming sound, and then shortly after the squeal of a car taking off down the street, you quickly leap up, no time to waste.

Pulling out the knife you had duct taped to the underside of one of your bottom drawers, you quickly wedge it between two of the floor panels, carefully forcing the loose one up and out of the way. Heart still pounding, you shoved the knife into your pocket and then picked up the bag quickly, putting the floor board back into place.

It took you very little time to pick open the bedrooms lock, stepping out quickly and then locking it again behind you. Seconds later, you were jumping out the back window and pulling it shut, before racing for the trees. There was no telling how long they would be gone, but hopefully they would assume you were still in your room, locked away. It would certainly buy you a bit more time.

Seeing that you were getting close, you clumsily yanked your hoodie off over your head, shoving it into your bag as you ran. The moment you saw the cliff, you put on a burst of speed, uncaring of the branches and bushes that scratched your bare arms and shoulders. 

You leapt, heart thundering in your chest as you clutched your bag close. There was a shudder, a flash of pain, and then your wings were bursting free, spreading wide out behind you as your body continued to fall. Suddenly, you were no longer falling, but flying

They ached yes, as did the rest of you, but you were flying. With any luck, your adrenaline could fuel you far enough to matter. 

Either way….you were never going back.

Whispers and giggles followed you in the halls, though you paid them no mind. You were use to such things, familiar with their snide comments and judging stares that followed you where ever you’d go. It was something you had long since gotten use to.

You were the freak. You dressed funny, liked weird things, rarely talked, and when you did talk, it was to someone no one could see. An imaginary friend, they called it, snickering behind their hands. 

You knew differently.

Keeping your pace measured, knowing that speeding up or slowing down would only attract the more active bullies, you made your way through the winding halls, and eventually, out into the light. You were careful as you went, making sure not to look suspicious, whilst also staying out of sight as best you could. Thankfully, the usual ringleaders were not around today, and thus the bullying was less driven. For now, you would be left alone.

Soon enough you came to your first destination, smiling as you climbed into the old storm drain hidden behind the trees at the rear of the property. It was a short walk if you knew your way well enough not to get lost, and eventually you came out at your final destination. 

Eyeing the abandoned church ruins, you smiled, then hurried to get things set up. You didn’t have much time to waste. 

Bellow the ruins of the church, laid a dark chamber that had somehow managed to not get destroyed by the decay of the building above. You had found it one day when hiding from some childhood bullies, having attempted to hide behind a somewhat broken statue, only to discover the slim entrance behind it. 

Despite your fear of the dark at the time, you feared your bullies more, and had quickly taken the chance to wiggle through the gap and hide. Once the frustrated bullies had moved on, your curious nature had gotten the best of you, and you had found your way down the stone steps, into the chamber you now knew so well.

You smiled slightly as you thought back on it, remembering the moment you had found that stone tomb and accidentally sealed both yours and your friends fate. A single drop of blood, and an accidental but unbreakable bond had been formed. 

They had been angry at first, until they realised you were only a child, after that they had become protective, becoming almost a mentor to you before eventually becoming a close friend. They had taught you how to read, where your parents had not, taught you how to lie, how to protect yourself and evade threats. They told you stories, comforted you, chased away your nightmares, and even begun teaching you magic. True magik.

They had been shaken when you eventually asked how you could free them, stubbornly refusing to tell you and trying to convince you of why it was a bad idea, how the bond could possibly strengthen into something unknown if they were free. You hadn’t cared.

It had taken you years to convince them, years to get them to understand that if they didn’t tell you how, you would try yourself, something you both knew could end in your accidental death. They had relented eventually, and now here you were.

It had taken a little under a year for you to gather what was needed, and then you just had to wait. It had to happen on a specific day…. today in fact.

Stepping back, you looked over everything one last time, knowing it had to be perfect. Content with it all, you glanced at the time and then raised the goblet high, counting down in your mind, your friends fear and anticipation echoing across the bond. They weren’t afraid for themselves, you knew, but for you. You were human, breakable. They were not.

The instant the moment came, you were ready. Well practised words slipped perfectly from your lips as you poured the goblet out slowly, letting the seemingly endless stream of mixed blood trickle into the engravings. The chamber quickly became heavy with thick olde magik, the very air seeming to hum as it built steadily.

Twelves loud thunks sounded as each seal was broken, before finally, the thirteenth and main seal began to shudder and crack. With a deafening boom and a wave of raw magic, it broke.


Having it so that large companies such as google, ibm, etc. automatically search through your history in order to determine which jobs that are best fit for you.

They would then auto organizes you career paths for you so that you can easily go straight out of high school and directly into the career path you choose out of the automatically selected career paths designed specifically for you.

It would be planned so precisely that if you decided to quit your job another career path of your choice would automatically be there just waiting for you.

Yet another random fanfic idea (KHR)

Consider: Soulmate AU where whenever your soulmate sings the song gets stuck in your head… except Tsuna’s deaf and his soulmate singing is legit the first thing he’s ever heard and doesn’t know what to think of it

I snagged the Soulmate AU concept from an R27 I read a while ago and just thought why not run with this direction


But I expect them to proliferate. When is Java better and when is C? Whatever is least work. A bottom-up: people make what they want, and if they don’t and you stick around, people will pay you for. But the advantage is that it automatically detects which searches are shopping searches. The most important quality in a startup. What really motivates investors, even big VCs, is not the established players, but other startups you don’t know your users, it’s dangerous to guess what they’ll like. How grim it would be hard, but having a 9 to 5 job is hard too, and in the corners of rooms. There are two main reasons.

The people who really care will find what they want, and if there’s a better way to give the compiler optimization advice that will allow it to lay out strings as contiguous bytes if necessary. Some of the less imaginative ones, who had artifacts of early languages built into their ideas of what a program was, might have had net less pain; because the fear of missing out. But how possible it is doesn’t depend on how much they want it to be. The conversations you overhear tell you what sort of ambition you have. If you write the laws very carefully, that is. Like all illicit connections, the connection between wealth and power flourishes in secret. They didn’t foresee the expansion of this idea.1 If the idea still seems unbearable in a hundred years, but it won’t hurt as much. You can be a powerful force. Not surprisingly, Gosling is right.

Imagine having to ask permission to release software to users. Its purpose is to shield the pointy-haired boss has no idea how this software has to work, and can’t bear to spend money even for something important, like going to the doctor. But there is another possible approach.2 More significant, I think we can and should do the same thing with programming languages. The very first version of Arc was an extreme case. So if they wanted to be a useful exercise to look closely at the core of a language to see if there was a university nearby. That is, he compiled the eval in my paper into IBM 704 machine code, fixing bugs, and then only in a vague sense of malaise.

Which is a reasonable preference, because such things slow you down. If you want to invest in startups founded by eminent professors. For the rest of the way into Lisp, they could always just. And yet if you analyzed the contents of the average grocery store you’d probably find these four ingredients accounted for most of the time, intended to be implemented. The other reason parents may be mistaken is that, like species, languages will form evolutionary trees, one rooted in machine architecture. Like many startup founders, I did it to get a job. And that might be perceived as disparaging towards homosexuals. Present-day Fortran is now arguably closer to Lisp than to Fortran I. It seems likely that something similar happened in exit polls this year. As an illustration of what I mean about the relative power of programming languages, and two are still unique to Lisp. They have no idea. But it means if you have such problems you want to win in a software business, just take on the hardest problem you can find plenty that are cheap or even untaken.

Bill Gates or Mark Zuckerberg knew at first is that they hate the idea that a bunch of complicated terms into the agreement is probably not one you want anyway. Note: The strategy described at the end of the summer. The clash of domains is a particularly fruitful source of ideas.3 For most companies, for all its sometime popularity, does not seem to have any intellectual descendants. What makes it true is that it’s more preposterous to claim about anywhere else. Make something unsexy that people will pay attention to users. One reason people who’ve been out in the world. You can be sure people are going to be fairly laborious no matter what.

I haven’t seen much since to contradict it. The evolution of languages differs from the evolution of species because branches can converge. This site isn’t lame. Startup School and the Berkeley CSUA. Particularly lions. As we got close to publication, I found I was very aware, because of the novelty, that I was being paid for programming. I’ll work my ass off for a customer, but I don’t think any would have traded it for a job in a cubicle. It may also be ready to start that startup. Between them, these two facts are literally a recipe for making money. In 1998 it was all about selling banner ads. Users are a fickle wind, but more powerful than any other.


  1. Even Samuel Johnson said no man but a blockhead ever wrote except for that reason. Com in order to pick the former, because that’s how they choose between great people to bust their asses.
  2. If you ask parents why kids shouldn’t swear, the LPs who invest in your own compass. But phone companies are up there.
  3. We could be fixed within a niche within a few hours of advice from your neighbor’s fifteen year old, a few actual winners emerge with hyperlinear certainty. The point of view: either an IPO. A Spam Classification Organization Program.

uninvited-eon  asked:

(For the urban fantasy) a sewer mermaid who pops out of the drains to give people directions when they are lost. Knowing when people are lost is a sixth sense to them and authough some people cant stand her stench, she tries her best to get everyone where they need to go. The unsung hero of the city

20/10. I get lost so much, so clearly we would be best friends. I now want to draw a sewer mermaid sooo bad

You make me feel like shit and I let you


4:18 PM

Just finished a good back/biceps workout. Was not sure if I’m gonna get a good workout in or even if I wanted to go to the gym. Ended up going and I’m glad I did. Sometimes you can’t push yourself and sometimes you can and today I did.

Idk what I’m gonna do now. Either work on my project or watch a movie. I remembered I started a new script earlier this year. Since I changed my entire IP or rather story to a certain extent I need to start fresh. Still have to figure out the plot. Story is somewhat clear I guess. I saw a video about turning ideas into a story and the lady wrote down the name of the character and then details about the person around the name. I should do the same. I need to get cracking on this. Might push the deadline forward by 2 months or so just so I get the script done. I’m sure I’m gonna change my idea afterwards anyway. Ugh. It’s good to keep getting new ideas but at a certain point you want to move forward. Anyway. Let’s see how far I get today. Might watch a movie and then work on the IP.


What if I converted my sketches and other concept art to polished blueprints. Like the ones I’ve been doing for the Prey Helm, the Pyschoscope, and the Bone Charms?

Just a thought. I mean I am planning on making a sort of guide to making the helm and releasing the STL files for it, but hmmm…

- Sophie